Two-faced woman

After hours of enduring Andre's presence Anai-ya was thoroughly exhausted. He didn't take his hands off her body the entire time they were together groping and kissing her. Having to pretend to like the beast and swallowing her disgust was like scraping the skin off her back. She had to pretend at work and pretend to like the man she loathed. She was a professional two-faced woman.

Leaving his condo in the late she drove her Bugatti Veyron to the outskirts of the city into a secluded area. An old abandoned mine lay ahead in between the overgrown vegetation concealing its existence. Driving on the dirt path she stopped under the canopy of tall oak trees. A narrow rock path led to the entrance of the mine, stepping carefully in her combat boots she followed the rock path all the way in stopping in front of a metal door with no handle. A small keypad on its side with handprint analysis gleamed in the dark mine. She entered the password and scanned her hand, afterwards the metal door shifted revealing an elevator that headed down. Stepping in she leaned against the wall.

After changing into comfortable black skinny jeans and a white tank top with a leather biker jacket she felt at ease. On her body she had two tattoos, one on her forearm consisting of a cris-cross red lines that wrapped around her arm and the other Chinese characters on her spine that read her father's family name.

She transformed from a white-collar worker to a biker chick with her long legs, slightly toned arms, tattoos and outfit really completing her look. Her olive skin was smooth like a baby's without a blemish in sight. Her mother was an orphan, her lineage was unknown but she looked of mixed blood, and her father was Chinese and Brazilian. They were both very attractive and made an equally attractive couple. She was proud of being their daughter. She inherited their good looks along with their high IQs.

You could say she was perfect at first glance but she was twisted and cold inside. Her world had turned cold long ago thus rendering her into a broken individual. She had blood on her hands and had lost her ability to love: emotions were unnecessary to her, a hindrance. Circumstances made her into who she was and no amount of repentance could ever change it. This was who she was and she had accepted herself. Growing to like herself over time. How twisted was that?

The elevator dinged and she stepped into an underground facility. Stepping into the facility it was like stepping into a movie, there were high tech computers on every side of her. A large screen on the north and south wall showed video surveillance of hundreds if not more: government buildings, foreign countries, bars, stores and more. There were 8-14 people in the two story space operating the computers, their fingers tapping away flying across the keyboards, some were hacking into servers across the globe others controlled drones over unknown places. They all looked up when she stepped in and immediately stood up and bowed. A series of "Boss" rang. She nodded at them and walked upstairs to her office and called for her second in command.

"Brie, a word." She said into the intercom.

A tall slender beautiful Black woman walked in, she had on a pair of baggy cargo pants and a black tank top with heavy duty boots soiled in dirt. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail revealing her beautiful face. High cheekbones with full lips and light grey eyes along with her smooth dark skin she looked more like she belonged on the runway instead of this place.

"Ani you're here late" she said as she took a seat on the leather couch.

"What is sleep? How was Monte Carlo?" Anai-ya asked.

"Oh you know same old same old. Money, booze, rich old white men and their 20 something year old barbie dolls getting it on." Brie said in a bored manner while leaning back to slump against the couch.

"I haven't been in a while I should go back. Did you get it?" Anai-ya passed her a glass of whiskey.

"Have I ever failed you Ani?" rolling her eyes Brie reached into her pocket and passed over a USB drive.

"I'm guessing they didn't hand this over willingly?" Said Anai-ya.

"Willingly? Never heard that word before." Brie said arrogantly, taking a big swing of whiskey.

"Mmm, of course not. Did you just get back? You're dirtying my couch, were you rolling around outside or something?"

"..." Brie rolled her eyes and had a wronged look on her face.

"Yue Wei and the others needed extraction okay. I had to pull them out of the desert we just got back." yawning Brie stood up finishing her drink she headed towards the door. "The drive has been decrypted already, you'll like what you see inside. I'm really beat, I'm off, see you tomorrow." she said shutting the door.

"See you."

Let's see what Michaels has been doing in London. Anai-ya's hands flew across the keyboard. Pulling up a blueprint for an underground base a sardonic smile spread on her face.

Tsk.Tsk Andre Andre, you think you can hide this from me. Ha.

She had located the last base she needed to include in her plan. She was getting closer and closer to her goal. She could feel it. It wouldn't be long now. She reached for her cellphone, keyed in a string of numbers and waited.

"Hey" rang a deep voice.

"I've got the last base." She replied.

"Good, I'm ready to come home." The man's voice sounded hoarse. It was morning where he was.

"It won't be long now brother. I'll bring you home soon." she said smiling while leaning back in her chair and staring at the blueprint.

"I trust you. He'll never even know how he died." her brother laughed in a great mood.

"Of course not, I have him eating out of my hand. For mom, dad and you I've endured him long enough. He'll regret ever laying his eyes on me." She said darkly.

"He deserves it. Ok sis, I have to go Lin is here. Take care love you" his deep voice sounded happy.

"Love you too Lucian" she hung up.

Looking at the blueprint she sighed, now that she had it she had to be more careful once her plan came into play. Andre was an expert at reading people and any hint of betrayal would be met with swift retribution. He claimed to love her but he would hurt her if he found out prematurely. He was insane that way, his form of loving was toxic. After venting his frustrations he would later make a big show of repentance and would be extra sweet as if to smooth over his twisted actions.

Thankfully she wasn't stupid enough to fall for the man, no matter what he did how well he treated her when he wasn't angry how much he showered her with his 'love' she had never been moved by him. She'd seen through his toxic crazy mind the moment she met him 12 years ago when she was 13. He repulsed her even then, he was 7 years older than her. When they met he hated her and would find any opportunity to torment her and her brother Lucian. Overtime he became infatuated with her but that never stopped his tyranny, the only difference was that he would suck up to her and apologize afterwards.

He was the epitome of a psychotic abuser thinking that apologizing after hurting her would wipe the slate clean of his abuse. He would lash out at her if boys talked to her flying into a jealous rage even when she spent time with her brother. He hated any man touching her, or looking at her too long. He was truly sick in every way. It was high time he was put down.

She closed her laptop and locked the USB into the bottom drawer of her desk. She walked out of her office and checked in with her hackers and analyzers. They had a lot of projects they worked on and she liked to stay up to date. She liked being here, she felt more at home here than at her company. This was the work she was invested in. Her organization was large but they operated in ghost mode. They carried all manner of missions from assassinations to safeguarding assignments. You would never know they were among you, they were basically invisible. Even Andre's people had no idea who they were or that she was the leader.

He'd probably die of anger when he finds out but it wouldn't matter because he'd only know it before he was dead. She would guide him directly into her hands without him even knowing it. That's how powerful she was and how swift and discreet her people were.