Page 8 of Burn for Me

It’s likely because he’s still adjusting to Sharkie as our superior and doesn’t trust her. However, he can't voice his concerns without risking an argument with Tide.

“You mean to say you want to make sure I won't snap before we go out there.” Sam tests, glancing at Tide but addressing her.

I clear my throat, trying to ease the tension. “Can I get details on my mission?”

All eyes turn to me, and I feel the weight of their stares. At least it’s not like being trapped with a ticking bomb anymore, but it’s still uncomfortable.

"Hey, you uh–called?” Moe’s voice echoes as he enters, and everyone returns to their tasks as if we weren't about to have a war break out within the base walls.

“Learning moment,” Tide says, stepping back as Sharkie rises to switch places with Sam.

“Jas?” Sharkie calls quietly, causing my muscles to tense.Since when has she ever had a nickname for me?

I start to panic and instinctively look at Sam. As if sensing my gaze, he flicks his eyes toward mine. Nothing about his expression is warm, but that’s what brings me the most comfort. He seems indestructible, and that simple gesture also makes me feel strong.

“You don't have to do it that way. You can just–” Moe starts but is interrupted with a grunt as Sam elbows his thigh. Their exchanged glances reveal little, and I don't get a chance to question it.

“You'll need to be undercover,” Tide says, stepping beside Sharkie with his arms crossed defensively. He can stop acting like I'm going to fight her again; I've learned my lesson.

“We’ll help you through it the next few days and review any info we receive, but…”

“Fuckin’ hell, it's not that hard to tell her we’re married,” Sam snaps and my head turns in his direction slowly to process the words.

Moe shifts nervously, clearing his throat.

“Fake marriage,” Sharkie corrects.

“It’s most believable to have someone like Sam on your arm—big scary businessman and trophy wife style.” Her tone is light, but I’m too busy staring at the top of Sam's head, not getting a glance in return.

“Sounds cool as hell, right? Think of all the shit they can hide under their fancy clothes,” Moe chuckles, and Sharkie joins in, but I’m not amused. I glance back at Sharkie, who glares in response.

“Great.” The word drips with malice and lacks any confidence.

“Sam’s wiping your photos from all databases. Something as simple as a traffic camera could tip someone off, so it’s best to erase you both completely,” Moe says, focused on the screen.

“Wanna do it?” Sam asks as he stands, the leather creaking from the weight shift.

“Do what?” I snap, feeling left out. No matter how much I try, I can't seem to fit in. They don’t trust me, and even though it's my fault, I always feel like they're just waiting for me to fail.

It’s like being a child again, hiding in my dad's office while he talks to his business partners, knowing the solution to his problems but staying silent under my mother’s watchful gaze.

“He's uploading an encrypted file with information about you two,” Tide replies, annoyed.

“Names, birthdays, social security numbers, fake marriage license,” Sharkie adds while Moe coughs, trying to hide his amusement.

“And if we don’t play our parts well?”

Tide and Sharkie share a glance, and it’s clear that the outcome won't be good. Sharkie stands, biting her cheek.

“Let’s go shopping for new attire.” She tries to lighten the mood, but I remain serious. They underestimate me if they think I’ll fail. I'll play my part well. I was raised for a life like the one we’ll be portraying. All I have to do is keep my cover for my team and myself.

“She needs to train. You said it yourself.” Sam interjects, looking ready to explode as he grips the desk. Tide places a calming hand on his shoulder.

“Let’s go,” I say with a bright smile, keeping my focus on Sam.

Good. Be pissed. Get mad. Feel what I feel.

A babysitter—really?

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