>>>Queens game<<<

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Chapter 2: Queen’s Game

Becky wasn’t supposed to linger.

The bug was planted. The mission was done. She should’ve slipped away into the shadows, called her handler, and disappeared before Freen could get another look at her. But she stayed.

Something about Freen’s voice. The way her lips curled around words like sin. The way power dripped off her like perfume. Becky had danced with danger before — but never like this.

“Sit,” Freen ordered, her tone velvet and ice.

Becky obeyed without breaking eye contact. Every move she made was deliberate — a slow cross of her legs, the sway of her red dress pulling taut across her thighs.

Freen noticed. Of course she did. Nothing got past her.

“You’re not a regular girl from the street, are you?” Freen asked, her voice low and edged with curiosity.

Becky smiled, soft and deadly. “Do I look like one?”

“No.” Freen leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You look like trouble wrapped in lace.”

“And you look like someone who wants to unwrap it.”

A beat of silence passed. Then Freen laughed — low and deep, like thunder in the distance. It wasn’t a laugh of amusement. It was approval.

The guards behind her shifted. They were watching Becky too now. Tension hummed in the air, sharp as a blade. One wrong move and the whole room would explode.

Freen lifted a glass and poured two shots of golden liquid.

“Drink with me,” she said, sliding one across the table.

“What is it?” Becky asked, picking it up.

“Something older than your secrets.”

Becky raised her glass. “To what, then?”

Freen didn’t hesitate. “To liars.”

They clinked.

The drink burned down Becky’s throat like fire — and still, she kept her cool. Her heartbeat was a war drum in her chest, especially when Freen stood again and circled behind her like a predator.

“Do you know what happens to spies in my world?” Freen murmured, so close Becky could feel her breath at her ear.

Becky smiled, resisting the shiver that threatened to rise. “They get killed?”

Freen leaned in. “Only if they’re caught.”

The heat between them thickened. Becky didn’t move, but her fingers curled around the shot glass, nerves buzzing.

Freen’s lips brushed her ear — just barely.

“But something tells me,” Freen whispered, “you’re too clever to get caught that easily.”

Then she was gone, stepping away, leaving Becky cold and burning all at once.

“I’ll see you again, Red,” Freen said, slipping her hands into her pockets. “Next time, I expect answers.”

And just like that, she walked off — guards flanking her, the Queen of the room disappearing into shadow.

Becky exhaled, finally.

Mission complete? Maybe.

But something else had started. Something far more dangerous than data or wiretaps.