I Spy Two Haters/Lovers

Journee, an NYPD officer and Archer, an FBI agent are after a common mafia boss, but they don’t know it. They cross each other’s path at every corner and involuntarily destroy each other chances to make a case against him. Each unknowingly keeps sabotaging the other. If they get a chance, they will kill each other. Finally, they decide to work together to put him behind bars and… fall in love.

DaoistxYTRJ0 · Urban
Not enough ratings
271 Chs

All is good

Fifteen years after the Hall Massacre


Ding! The lift opened and a kissing couple bumped into people trying to get on the lift. Without apologizing they moved toward their room. The whole corridor was filled with kissing and moaning noises.

They both were stumbling and staggering while walking. Their occasional hiccup was proof that they were inebriated. Even their eyes were droopy, yet they never stopped kissing each other.

"These stupid youngsters," rebuked an elderly man and climbed inside the lift.

The man lifted the woman by placing his hands over her buttock and slammed her into a door. But they never stopped kissing. The door halted their plan. He had to let her down from his arms.

He took out a keycard from his pocket and inserted it into the slot outside the door. But the woman kept kissing and slobbering all over his face. He pushed the door opened and grabbed the woman. She again jumped into his arms. He pushed the door to close with his legs and the door locked with a click.

She threw her large purse on the floor and kept kissing him. While carrying her to the bed, he took off her leather shrug and she got rid of his tie. While she was taking care of his shirt, he dumped her on the bed, and she bounced off it. They both giggled like kids after that.

"I didn't… catch your name," faltered the man.

"Right! It's Journee," giggled the woman.

"Hi!" he hiccupped. "I am Adam."

"Nice to kiss you, Adam," Journee just could not stop laughing and giggling.

"My pleasure."

He again started kissing her and taking her blouse off. But before he could take her shirt off, he fell abruptly over her. With his mouth open and closed eyes, his head fell over her chest.

Suddenly the room fell silent. Journee stopped laughing. "Finally!" exclaimed Journee. She pushed him up and threw him away from herself. Adam lay, spreadeagle, next to her, snoring loudly.

She sat up and switched the light off. Leaving him on the bed, she picked up her purse and sat down on the couch. She took off her heels and made her way to the minibar. The only light in the room was from the fridge. After looking around, she took out two whiskey bottles and downed them in a gulp.

She shuddered after drinking the bitter-sweet concoction. The hint of cinnamon with the lingering effect of vanilla gave her the necessary jolt of energy she needed.

Looking at the number of drinks in the minibar, her mind flashed the scene from the bar before her eyes. The room she wanted for the night was booked by this gentleman, so she decided to seduce him. Her being a gorgeous woman made it easy for her. She lifted her dark brown hair in a messy bun and approached him. She just had to order a drink for him and touch his arms and thighs provocatively and he was in.

He invited her to his room without giving any second thoughts. What he didn't know about was the sleeping pill that she put in his drink. He thought he was just drunk, but it was the work of the sleeping pill. Adam was still snoring loudly. She closed the minibar and sat back on the couch.

She fished a few mini cameras from her purse and walked to the window. Stealthily, she opened the latch and pushed the window open. The chilly air hit her face. She was dressed in a flimsy grey blouse and golden miniskirt, extremely tacky for her choice. She wore such kinds of dresses whenever she was undercover.

She looked back at Adam to make sure he was still sleeping which he was, and she climbed outside. Placing her foot carefully on the windowsill. Taking a deep breath, she stood straight up hugging the wall with her back. Cautiously, she started moving on the ledge and after a few minutes, she reached the window of the next room.

It was a posh hotel where the security was extremely tight. It would have been impossible for her to spy on any guest without a warrant, so she had to resort to illegal surveillance. She decided to enter the room from a window rather than a door.

She reached into her pocket and took out a Swiss knife. Carefully, she pried open the window and jumped in. She softly landed on the blue carpet. She looked around the dark room. Pindrop silence welcomed her. She took out her phone and switched on the flashlight. It would be not strategic to switch on the lights of a non-occupied room.

Like Flash, she placed the mini cameras all around the room in a jiffy. She was tactical in placing the cameras all around the room but was still sceptical. She knew for a fact that the guest she was supposed to spy on travelled with his own spy cameras detector. So, she hid one under the mattress. If that cannot record video, she at least would get broken audio.

She made sure that everything was back in its place, even the sheets were fitted properly and again jumped out of the window. She sat carefully on the ledge and all she had to do was wait.

The sleeveless blouse and miniskirt were barely providing any protection. The chilly air was making her shiver. She rubbed her arms to warm them up while she waited for the guest to arrive.

After waiting for a long time, finally, the door of the room opened with a click. She turned around and peeped inside. It was still dark when suddenly there was light. A masked man appeared at the door. He was wearing a black shirt and black trousers. His curly black hair was bouncing even without any air. The first three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned showing off his marvellous pecs.

"Shit!" she exclaimed and bit her lips. "If he would not been with the enemy, I would have fucked him right here, right now." Suddenly the cold was gone, she was feeling hot after looking at the gorgeous man. She looked carefully into his eyes. The green eyes were enticing. "Focus! Focus girl! Right, we are here for Zion, concentrate on that. Only he can lead you to Zachary," she muttered to herself.

She has been after Zachary all her life. It was her life's mission to completely wipe out organized crime. But for the last few years, no one saw Zachary. There were a lot of rumours like, he retired, he died, he left the criminal life behind and went away but Journee never believed any of it.

Zion was a wild card. No one trusted him with the inner working of the gang but the word on the street was that he was ready to take his place as the crime boss of New York. She was here to surveil Zion not to get proof of his wrongdoing but she wanted him to lead her to Zachary. Zachary was her final goal.

The handsome masked man moved forward with a wand in his hand. She recognized it as the spy camera detector.

"Shit! My plan is going to fail," she muttered. He waved the wand all around the room and found every one of the mini cameras that she planted except the one in the mattress. He placed every camera in his pocket. He never even bothered to check the mattress. She relaxed after a deep breath. "Okay! The plan didn't fail completely."

"Sir, the room is clear," spoke the masked man. Even his voice was sexy. The deep baritone was music to the ears.

The moment Zion was about to enter, the masked man said, "stop! Let me check the window." Her heart jumped out of her chest after she heard it. She had to move fast else she would be exposed.

"Okay, Archie," said Zion from outside the room.

Before Archie could reach the window and open it, Journee carefully but hastily walked on the ledge and jumped in the window of her room at the very last moment. Archie opened the window, looked in every direction, found everything to be okay, closed the window and drew the curtains.

"All is good, sir. You can come in," said Archie. As her window was open, she faintly heard the conversation.

She stood straight, straightened her dress, and again climbed outside. She reached Zion's window, but the curtains were drawn. She clenched her fists in frustration. She would again have to pry open the window. It was a risk that she had to take.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She steadily and sneakily used the knife again and pushed the window to open for just an inch. She moved the curtain and inserted only the camera part of her phone inside.

"Ugh!" she groaned after looking at the scene before him. The girl was skimpily dressed in a bralette top and leather pants. Zion was giving her a strip tease.