Bam!!! Eliot felt his world come to a stop when he saw his beloved fall to the ground with a bullet in her chest close to her heart. "No!!" He screamed as he ran watching her fall. "Lyra, open your eyes" Eliot begged, feeling his heart getting squeezed by an invisible hand. Tears flowed down his eyes like a broken dam. "It's okay, Elli," Lyra softly said as she tried smiling through the pain, which felt like a thousand needles in her heart. "Don't blame yourself when I'm gone," she said weakly as she placed her hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears. "No, Lyra, please don't go," Eliot pleaded as he saw her eyes losing their sparkle. Her hands fell limply by her side and her heart stopped beating. "LYRA!!!!!!!!!" Eliot screamed, cuddling her body to his chest as he cried. Thunder strokes as the heavens pour out an angry torment of rain feeling the grief of the broken lover. Eliot carried Lyra's cold body with a broken heart as the rain kept on crashing down, washing away the blood around him. He walked away amidst the dead bodies around him with a broken heart and a thirst for revenge. CHAPTER ONE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! A loud groan could be heard from the king-sized bed as the alarm clock was harshly thrown on the wall. A figure angrily threw away the covers as he stood up and walked blindly to the bathroom trying to find the switch. Feeling the cold surface of the light switch, Eliot turned it on as light flooded the whole room. "Shit," he let out a curse as he walked to the basin, turning the faucet on, he splashed water on his face looking at his reflection. His swollen eyes with dark circles stared back at him which showed his lack of sleep. "Bloody nightmare," he cursed, turning off the faucet and the light as he walked back to his room in darkness and plopped on the bed, staring into the dark, reminiscing about Lyra. Eliot Donald, one of the most skilled assassins, people claimed he was as handsome and deadly as the devil with his piercing black eyes that looked like a bottomless pit and sharp jaw; his face was a master craft. His nickname, Black Knight, sent shivers down the spine of all his victims. He met Lyra during one of his operations; she was also an assassin; it was love at first sight. Since then, they have taken up all operations together. They were fearless and ruthless in their killing, not sparing anyone; they claimed they killed the rich and helped the poor. The police were always on their trail but they were smarter and faster. The last operation was to eliminate John Biden, the CEO of KV motors who wanted to expand his buildings, then he ordered his men to demolish the town thousands of people lived in. The operation was meant to be only 20 minutes, but after successfully killing him, they met with lots of bodyguards outside. They fought relentlessly, but Lyra was killed, and her killer escaped. Eliot blamed himself because he brought up the idea, which Lyra didn't accept, and after much persuasion, she finally agreed. If he didn't force her, she would have still been beside him. He could still remember her fierce eyes and her laughter, which always made him smile. She was perfect for him, they fitted like two peas in a pod. Feeling tears trickling down his face, he wiped it off and turned sideways on his bed. After her death, he stopped his killings and left the country but he was still looking for her killer. "Arg," he groaned as he tossed away the blankets and stood up. Walking downstairs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, he opened the sliding door and stepped out to the balcony, looking at the waves crashing down; he lived in a remote penthouse just beside the beach in Paris. "Lyra, I'm going to find whoever killed you; I'll make sure he pays," Eliot said as he placed the locket, which had her picture in it, close to his chest. But little did he expect what life was going to throw at him. ************ "Detective Clara" George, the Chief of the police department, a middle-aged man, called Clara's name as she walked into his office. "Yes, chief," Clara Rosewood, a beautiful young lady with big brown eyes and short, wavy brown hair, saluted her superior. "You have heard about the trafficking of young girls in Paris?" He asked and Clara nodded her head. "The superiors have decided we should send our best team to crack them down, and the only team good for this job is your team, the violent crimes." He paused, trying to access her expression. " You and your team are to prepare because you are all going to Paris as undercover agents," He said as he stood up and stretched out his hand for a handshake. He smiled when she gripped his hands tightly. He looked at the young, energetic cop in front of him. She had ace all her exams and worked beautifully well in the field, she was the perfect combination of beauty and brains. "Thank you very much, sir; it would be a great honor to take up the task," Clara said with a bit of joy in her voice. It had always been her dream to move out of Los Angeles and see other countries, but due to her work, it was nearly impossible, but now it has come true. She is going to Paris!!!. "Detective!?" George called out when he saw she was lost in thoughts. "Yes sir, I'm sorry, I got carried away" She answered as she reprimanded herself for daydreaming in front of her superior. "You have to be careful, those guys are ruthless and won't hesitate to kill you. I trust you and your teammates, so go out there and make me proud" He said "I wish you all the best" He ended as he nodded to her that she could leave his office. Grinning, Clara walked back to her desk with smiles all over her face. "Yo!, what's good?" Mark, a dark skin handsome young man with brown eyes and a dazzling big smile walked up to her and wrapped his hand around her shoulder; he was part of Clara's team. "Where's Stephen and Allison?" Clara asked "They went to the coffee shop too.., oh, here they are," he pointed to the two who walked in carrying 4 cups of coffee. "Coffee??? When we have a task at hand" Clara shook her head in disapproval as she collected a cup and took a sip. "Uhmm, this is delicious," she said, drinking the whole cup. "I thought someone had a complaint about drinking coffee during working hours." Stephen teased her. "Well, I have to admit, it tastes good, and I needed it." She smiled at him. "Well, there's big news.." Clara said, catching the attention of her teammates. "What's it??? Spill it out," Allison ran over to her side and held her hands. "Chill" Clara laughed at Allison's expression, she was always agitated whenever there was news. "Well, we are going to Paris." She looked at everyone's expression. "What!!!!" They all shouted in unison catching the attention of other people around them. "Guys," Clara burst into laughter at their faces; they all looked surprised. "For what? Why are we going to Paris?? Will we get to see the Eiffel Tower?" Allison shouted in excitement. "I've been dreaming of visiting that tower". "We are going on a mission, an undercover mission to crack down on the Blue Wolf gang, and if we are opportune, we can visit the Eiffel Tower," Clara explained everything to them. "Waw, this is a big mission on our hands and also dangerous; we have to be very careful because these guys are very dangerous." Clara stretched her hands and snatched Mark's coffee, which he had almost finished, and gulped all the content. "Hey, that's mine, you already drank yours." he tried collecting the cup back but instead tripped on his feet, and they both crashed on the floor. "Awwwwn" Allison and Stephen both gushed. "What a cute position, Detective Clara and Mark" A voice sounded behind them. They all turned to the voice and quickly composed themselves when they saw their Chief. "Chief" They saluted. "I hope I'm not disturbing you guys. I can see you all are in a very good mood" George looked at them. "I just came to inform you all that you would be going tomorrow, so go home, rest, and pack up," He said. "Okay, sir, we will get prepared." George nodded his head in response as he wished them good luck. "We are going to Paris.. whoo, let's all go home and pack as our superior had said; see you guys tomorrow," Clara said as they walked out and wished themselves goodbye. "Clara," Mark called. "Let me take you home," he offered, pointing to his Audi. "I really appreciate it, but don't bother; tomorrow will be stressful for us all, so go home and rest, thanks." She turned him down politely as she quickly hailed a cab and waved him goodbye. Mark stood in silence while he watched the cab drive out of his sight. His love for Clara kept increasing day by day, and he was bent on doing anything to have her. "Clara, you would be mine" he muttered under his breath and drove away.

CHAPTER TWO "Paris!!!! Here we come" Allison shouted as they all walked down from the plane wearing all black and sunglasses. The police department was nice enough to pay for their plane tickets and send a driver to pick them up and take them to the hotel they would stay in. "Waw" Stephen looked impressed with the hotel room they walked into. It was a suite with two big beds, which were very soft and comfortable, and they also had a balcony from which they could see almost everyone below. "This is nice, they did their best," Mark said as the rest nodded their heads in agreement. "Let's all unpack and get down to business." Clara opened her suitcase and took out documents about the Blue Wolf gang as the others sat on the bed, waiting for her to be done. "The Blue Wolf gang is one of the most ruthless and dangerous syndicates in the whole of Paris. They have different; businesses all around, but their base is here, in Paris." Clara paused, trying to let the information sink in and let them know they were in a serious situation. "They are mostly involved in trafficking human and drugs; their leader is Don Mike, an American," Clara continued after they nodded; she spread out all the pictures of Mike, pictures of him leaving a club or entering. In the picture was a man who looked like he was in his late forties with a big mark that started from under his eyes to his chin which made him look terrifying. "Just looking at his picture gives me chills," Allison said, looking at the goosebumps that formed in her hands. "Don't worry, I'll be here to protect you from any harm." Stephen wrapped his hands around her, flashing her his cute smile showing his dimples. "My knight in shining armor" She smiled as she stared into his pretty green eyes and his handsome face. Allison quickly dropped a kiss on his lip and turned back to Clara. "Are you guys done with your display of affection?" Clara asked with her eyebrows raised. "Aw, don't be jealous, Clara, you know you have me," Stephen joked while Clara just rolled her eyes. "Let's get serious, Mike owns different brothels and clubs which influence people and even government officials come in to have fun and pick any girl or their choice, it is heavily guarded with a lot of securities and only specific people are allowed to serve them." Clara said. "But with our brains and wits, we would be able to bring them down, tomorrow, we will all go to the club and see how it is. Is that okay with everyone" Clara asked everyone one of them and they all agreed. "Okay, that would be all for now, I'm sure you guys are tired, take a rest. I'll go down and see if I can get anything we can snack on". Clara told them as she went downstairs. Clara was wowed with the interior designs of the hotel, it screamed of elegance, the chandeliers brightened up the main floor. She walked to where oil paintings were hung on the walls. "This is beautiful" she traced her finger tips on the painting. Clara felt someone bump into her roughly making her fall to the ground. "I'm sorry" A voice laced with thick British accent apologized. His hands were outstretched to Clara who was on the floor. Clara was starstruck when she saw the stranger face. His body reeked of strength,beauty and danger. She felt his black eyes staring into her soul. Eliot was in a hurry when he walked into the hotel, his informant told him he had eyes on Lyra's killer. He dropped everything he was doing and rushed down to the hotel. "Next time be careful" He said in a harsh tone with his brow furrowed together in annoyance. He withdrew his hands when the lady kept on ogling him. "What did you say?" Clara asked when she heard how rude he was. Standing to her feet, she crossed her arms and looked at him squarely in the face. Ever since she could walk, she never backed down from a fight and always stood up for herself. She wasn't intimidated by anyone. Eliot looked at the petite lady who was staring at his fiercely with her brown eyes, she tried to look intimidating but he found her cute. "What the hell" He shouted in his head "Cute" hell no!! He loved Lyra and no one else could fill in her space in his heart. "Get out of my sight" he said angrily as he brushed her side and walked away. Clara stood dumbstruck at his attitude, feeling embarrassed with a lot of eyes on them, she quickly grabbed his hands as he walked beside her. Eliot felt his body tingle when her finger's came in contact with his skin. "Don't even touch me with your fucking hands" he growled. Flinging her hands away from his, he stormed away with his eyes burning with inexplicable emotions. Clara felt her breath seize with his aura, his aura was so suffocating and domineering. "Bloody hell" she muttered under her breath. She walked out of the hotel and saw a restaurant which she entered and bought what she wanted, coming out with four take-away, she entered the hotel as she saw him coming out of the door. His eyes glanced at her as he muttered a word under his breath, Clara brushed it off and went back to her room. "Where have you been?" Allison asked, collecting the food from her hand. "I bought your favourite and the hotel interior is breathtaking, I got lost in the view" She explained, "I need to take a shower, you guys should eat when I get back we would continue" Clara took out her clothes and walked to the bathroom. She felt eyes on her, turning her head to the direction, she saw Mark talking with Stephen and Allison, thinking it was her imagination, she locked the door behind her. Mark turned his head when he heard the door lock, when she left to get the food, he had followed her and saw what transpired between her and the stranger. His heart burnt with fury when he saw how she was treated by the stranger and how she seemed mesmerized by his appearance. She had never looked at him like that. "Are you listening?" Stephen called out his name. "Sorry,I was lost in thought, so what were you saying" he asked, paying attention to their conversation. In an unknown place "Hello boss, yes, they have sent a new team to Paris, just be careful I'll take care of everything, no problem". A man said as he dropped his phone with a wicked smile playing on his lips.

CHAPTER THREE Eliot felt in emotions in disarray after leaving the hotel. The image of the beautiful lady with brown eyes was implanted in his memory. He couldn't just get his mind of her. Something in her pulled him closer. "Fuck" he cursed, flinging away all the documents on his table. His meeting with his informant didn't go well because while he was distracted, the culprit had walked out of the bank. He cursed his foolishness because he was so close in getting Lyra's killer. He walked out of his office to grab water, opening the fridge he took out a cold bottle water. Twisting the cap, he gulped down the content while his thought wandered back to the lady he met. "She looks so much like Lyra" he whispered,when she glared at him, for a moment, he felt Lyra was standing in front of him. "No!! Lyra is dead and I can't afford loving anyone else" he said as he threw the bottle away and walked back to his office. "Stephen stop" Allison laughed as Stephen kept on tickling her. Clara felt her head about to explode with Allison and Stephen running around in the room, having both of them was like having two little children. "Can you both just stop, I'm trying to think here" She said looking at them. "Pfft" Mark laughed, "You know how they are, they always want to show their love everywhere" He sat beside Clara on the bed. "What are you working on?" He asked her taking the files out of her hand. "I'm trying to read more information about Mike, our identifies are hidden so we can't work with the police because he has connections everywhere, and also, our chief won't be calling yours, only when we have information would I be able to call him" She explained to them. "But these two children are not allowing me to concentrate" She pointed at Allison and Stephen who were wrapped in the big duvet. "Those two are definitely not in this world" Mark joked, "Bring the files, let's go through it together" he suggested. "Thank you so much, what would I do without you" Clara thanked him. "You won't be able to do anything without me" He teased her while she smiled. Mark collected the documents from her hand as he also went through them. Sitting beside each other in silence, Mark could feel his body tense up as the scent of her perfume drifted into his nose. Mark raised his head up as he watched her, she looked so beautiful as her lips parted to breath in. He felt his manhood tighten as he wondered how her lips would feel around him. "This guy is a scum bag" she said while he quickly carried his face away to avoid her from knowing he was staring at her. "I know right, but all his crimes are covered up, it's either the victims drops the charges against him or they disappear and they police aren't doing anything about it" Mark said. "Allison and Stephen are asleep, they must be stressed out with the flight" He yawned as he closed the files. "Come on, let's go to bed, we can continue this tomorrow, we all need to rest" He gently took the file from her hands and placed it on the table. "Yeah, I guess we have to share a bed since Allison and Stephen are asleep,I hope you don't mind" Clara asked, she didn't want to disturb Stephen. "Oh, ssllleep together" He stammered. "Sure, no problem" he went to the bed to arranged it well. "Should we divide the middle" he asked, feeling his heart beating loud in his chest. "No need, I don't turn in my sleep" she assured him as she laid on her side. "Good night Mark" She said as she switched of the switch which was close to her. "Good night Clara" He whispered. Her body scent drifted to his nose, he quietly turned to her, in the darkness he could still see the outline of her face and her breasts which heaved up and down as she breathed softly. "You are driving me crazy" He muttered under his breath softly as he also closed his eyes and slept. Eliot kept on tossing on the bed, the more he tried to sleep,the more he kept on turning around. Her face kept on popping up in his head. "Shit" he cursed. "Why do I keep on remembering her face?" He asked himself, after the death of Lyra, he had never been attracted to another lady. He had flings but never something serious, he made sure to draw a line. But now, the particular girl he met just within few minutes had captivated his mind. "I have to see her again, maybe I'll be able to get her off my head" He said as he finally relaxed and was able to sleep. Morning came early for Clara as she grunted in annoyance when the alarm clock rang. She felt reluctant as she stood up and walked into the bathroom sluggishly to freshen up. Ten minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and awake, she glanced at her colleagues who were still sleeping. Mark was still on his side of the bed without rolling over while Stephen and Allison were still cuddling. She took up the telephone and ordered breakfast. "Guys, wake up" she tapped them. "No" they all grumbled as the rolled away and kept on sleeping. "Really" Clara heaved a sigh, " fine, I know what to do" She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a bowl of water, standing over the bed, she sprinkled it on their faces. "What the hell" Stephen sprang up from the bed. "Clara" Allison and Mark shouted. "What, I tried waking you guys up but you weren't budging" She shrugged her shoulders. "Go and freshen up, I've ordered breakfast, we leave in thirty minutes" she said. "No no no" She stopped Allison and Stephen who were about to enter the bathroom together. "You both will bath separately, if you both enter, I don't know when we would leave here and we have important to do today" She ordered. "You are terrible" Allison murmured. Clara ignored their comments and gloomy faces as she kept on going through all the files. Twenty minutes later, everyone had freshened up as they all say on the bed with a cup of coffee and toast. "Are we all set?" She asked when she saw everyone had drank their coffee. They all nodded their heads. "We would stakeout Mike's bar and see if we can find any relevant information, you will be careful, Ally and Steve" She called them using their nicknames. "You both, stick together, I'll be with Mark and make sure to keep me updated" She said. "Yes captain"They saluted. "Alright, let's go" They all walked out of the room. As the clock struck 6:30, and the alarm rang, Eliot sprang up from his bed and quickly went to freshen up. "Time to see her and get her off my mind" He said as he walked out of his house and drove off to the hotel. He waited patiently for her to come outside, almost an hour passed but no sign of her, he was about to drive off when he saw her coming out of the hotel with three other people. He looked at her properly, she looked good in the baggy trousers and top, it didn't diminish her beauty but gave her a carefree vibe. Her body had curves in the right places, she looked so beautiful as he stared at her in silence. He felt his heart spike in anger when one of the guys who had brown eyes touched her hand and she smiled at him. He felt hatred bloom in his heart for the guy, he saw her turn to his direction searching for something before she focused her attention on the guy. "What the hell is wrong with me" he cursed at himself. "I look like a freaking stalker" it has been ages since a lady caught his interest but here he was, being so focused on a lady he didn't even know her name. "Grrr" His cellphone vibrated breaking his concentration. "Hello, okay, I'll be right there" he hung up, looking at her on last time, he drove off. Clara felt an intense stare on her immediately they got out of the hotel, she tried looking for the source but couldn't pinpoint where exactly. Shrugging off her shoulders, she turned to Mark who suggested they ride in his car and they all agreed. They all got into Mark's Audi and drove off to Starry night bar, it was still morning but they were going to be on the look out and monitor the people going in and out of the bar. "This is so stressful" Stephen voice sounded inside her ears. "We have to be patient" Mark said into the small ear bud in their ears they could meme them hear one another. "Let's just relax, it's almost nighttime so a lot of people would start coming in" Allison told them and Clara had to nod her head in agreement. They have been on the lookout for over twelve hours but just regular people came in and out. "Wait, who's that coming out" Clara suddenly said catching the attention of her colleagues. "Who?" Mark asked while she pointed to the figure that came out shaking hands with Mike. "Wait, isn't that our deputy chief, what is he looking for?" Stephen asked. "No way" Clara said. "What's that?" They asked. "I remember our chief telling me that there's a mole in the police department, could it be him?" Clara said feeling shaken. "How could it be, he has served the police department for years and he is also your father" Mark said.