Chapter 1
Honesty Bailey
“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” I questioned aloud as I made my way from the baggage claim towards the short-term parking lot.
I had to have lost my Goddamn mind to even attempt to pull off some shit like this.
It was one thing to just have confidence that I was properly trained to handle this, even if it was cut short.
However, it was something totally different to give in to my desires to see what life would have been like for me if only I had put myself first, as I was instructed to do.
Even after I had given my name and sent my sister off as if she was me, I wasn’t set on taking the trip out here on some adult ass, The Parent Trap, mission.
The second thoughts started while I was sitting in the hospital’s waiting room waiting for updates on her condition.
The constant text messages from Sanchez in addition to the very quick conversation that she and I were able to have before she kicked me out, solidified my plans to become Amiyah also known as Honesty Logan, for the sake of her assignment.
With a Mercedes Benz key fob in my hand and the knowledge that the car I was looking for was black and in short-term parking, I started my search for Amiyah’s vehicle.
I mean, Honesty’s… Shit, my vehicle. My vehicle, because I am Honesty Bailey!
I needed to remember that shit before I forgot it at the wrong damn time.
There was actually a lot of shit that I needed to remember as if my life depended on it, because it truly did.
DOA wasn’t on the fed’s radar for no reason.
They were under surveillance for damn near every crime you could think of and here I was entering the lion’s den!
It would be foolish of me to think that I should take this shit lightly; and a fool I had never been!
So, I was crossing my t’s and for damn sure dotting my I’s with every move I made during my game of pretend.
“I know you fucking lying to me!” I spoke aloud after hitting the alarm button on the fob and following the sound.
If you knew anything about me, the real me, you would know that I was beyond fascinated with cars.
To be fair, you could absolutely call it an obsession, and I had acquired said obsession from my amazing father.
Before he passed away, it was nothing for us to lose track of a day at some car show or a random car garage that concealed vintage cars.
My sister didn’t share our passion, but she knew how I was, so when she spoke on the car that she was rolling around in, she was never specific.
She told me she purposely did that shit because she didn’t want me bothering her about every detail and as I stared at the shiny black Mercedes-Benz AMG GT 63 4matic, I can honestly say she had made the right choice.
There was no way in hell I would be able to not ask her how this beauty ride, how she sounded, how she felt. Now, I didn’t have to ask her anything!
Throwing my luggage into the car, I wasted no time melting into the buttery soft seats.
As I pushed the button to start her up, my body seemed to come alive when she did.
I’m sure that if you looked closely, you would literally see me shivering with excitement as I eased out of the parking spot, paid for my parking then sped off to the address that I would be calling mine, for the time being.
The trip took a little longer than the gps predicted because it damn sure didn’t account for me to go out joyriding like I was a teen running loose in her parents stolen ride.
Just when I was properly handling the excitement from the car, I was wowed again when I pulled up in front of the luxury apartment building that I would be staying in.
I had no idea why I was so shocked because I knew that Honesty had to blend in with the crowd, but gawddamn!
I know that I was here on assignment, but surely there would be time for me to enjoy how the other side lived, right?
“So much for time to enjoy my new living arrangements,” I spoke aloud as I turned from side to side in an attempt to get comfortable in the revealing ass attire that I was wearing.
I barely had time to give myself a tour of my new surroundings before I was reminded that I wasn’t here to play around, in the form of a text message.
Besides checking in with Sanchez and calling to check in on my sister’s condition, the phone I was now utilizing had been dry for hours.
Thinking that I would be relaxing for the night, I put some use to a pot set that still looked brand new and started preparing myself a meal.
Had it not been for the phone’s alert being set to flash with notification, I would have missed it because I had YouTube pulled up on the television as I worked my magic.
Alongside cars, I loved music and enjoyed vibing out to just about any type of tunes.
So naturally, the playlist that was playing had eased my nerves until the invitation to pop out with DOA caused them to go crazy, yet again.
Once again, I found myself questioning exactly what the hell was I thinking when I came up with the idea to play dress up as an undercover agent.
Though I went through most of the training, the shit was not enough for me to feel confident in my ability to trick suspected killers.
On top of that, even with her giving me so much intel, I wasn’t sure if my sister had properly filled me in on everything or if she left certain things out for my safety.
At this point, it was way too late to get any type of clarification, and I had no choice but to fake it until I made it, all while hoping it didn’t get me killed.
Three hours after initially receiving the “pop out” text and I was easing my car into the VIP parking area, that I was directed to use.
The location was one I was familiar with, although I had never physically stepped foot inside.
I had seen millions of photos because this particular club, belonged to the main focal point of the investigation, Fame.
I guess it was cute that he named the club Fame also, because with the line I peeped wrapped around the building, it was just as well known as its owner.
Pulling the visor down, I checked my reflection to make sure that I looked just as good as I did before I left the house.
After reapplying gloss to my full, ombréd lips, I nervously climbed out of the car.
As I hit the alarm on my key fob, I noticed my hands trembling and took a minute to compose myself.
This was the type of shit that would expose me as a fraud.
My sister had already intertwined herself with the members of DOA so there was no need for nervousness.
“Damn Honesty, I didn’t know that you were hiding all that underneath those baggy ass clothes.”
Hearing a male’s voice behind me quickly pulled my attention away from my silent pep talk.
Spinning around, careful not to stumble in the pencil thin thigh high boots that I was rocking, my eyes fell on a familiar face.
Though I had studied his file for what felt like hours, it was different being face to face with one of DOA’s front runners.
My eyes roamed from the locs that freely fell wherever they pleased on the top of his head, down past his thin yet athletic build and landed where his hand gripped what looked like another slightly, only slightly, smaller leg sitting in between his bowed pair.
If his erect third leg wasn’t enough proof that I made the right selection with my look, the lust that filled his green eyes did.
If I were into bright guys, this one would be some nice eye candy, but since I wasn’t, he wasn’t.
“You scared me. I was just about to go in.” Though I knew his name and various aliases, I didn’t put a title to anything because I foolishly didn’t inquire what my sister referred to anyone else as.
I took note of what she called them when she spoke on them, but she didn’t say much about anyone but the females.
“Scared you? I’m so fucking sho. The way you Billy bad ass with everybody but ole girl, I thought the only thing that scared you was Des.” He chuckled, while his eyes continued to violate my body.
“Scared of Des? My friend? Why would I be scared of her?” I questioned, really needing to know why he assumed that. From what I was told, she was damn near my bestie.
“Des is a lot of things, but she damn sure ain’t a friend to nobody.
I don’t know why you scared either, but just like the rest of those dumb hoes, you jump when she barks.
I used to think Fame was just talking shit when he said she had a clique that was slower than her, but nah, ya’ll really the blind leading the blind.
” He said causing me to instantly frown up.
See, this might be harder than I thought because I wasn’t cut out to be anyone’s lapdog.
“Yeah, you got the wrong girl. Ready to go inside? You looking like a lick with all that ice on you out here.” I noted, not missing as his eyes freakishly went dark before I answered.
“Rest in peace to the muffucka that would make me act the fuck up on my birthday.” His tone was cold as the jewelry he was rocking and I knew for sure that I was looking into the eyes of a killer.
“Calm down killa, it was just a joke.” I nervously giggled. Instead of responding, he maintained a menacing glare as if he was trying to read me. Before it could go on too long, we were interrupted.