Dear Reader
Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Hot Under Cover.
Hot Undercover was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form.
The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended.
Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published.
eg when Aaron speaks, the format will be as this: Aaron ~ "Devan, I think we are damn lost."
Full adaptation will be dependent on the popularity of the old Interactive Story.
Let me know what you think, of Hot Undercover
Happy reading, Tatum Whispers
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Something extraordinary is about to happen to me today. Everything in my life has leadup to this moment.
I am not a man for small things; love to me is a small thing; I do not embrace it, nor will I go and look for it. Love is one of those things that I don't desire. What I do desire is having it all; in my line of business, having it all is demanded; the bigger you live, the badder you are. And bad is what it is all about. In my world, if you not bad, you will get stomped on. You need to be the ultimate of them all.
When my name rolls off someone's tongue, there should be fear. It's a crazy messed up world; falling in love is getting weak. The man next to you patiently waits for you to fall, then they become who you were. It's a constant battle to be the best. I have worked far too hard for far too long to sit here at the top. I am not now or ever going to give up this life. I live and breathe danger. Adrenaline constantly runs through my veins. I do not want to be just another ordinary person.
Today we are taking our bad far, far out of the city. We go where the business is, but only if the money is good.
"Fuck Devan, I think we are damn lost."
"That's not what my GPS says."
"I think your G whatever thing is fucked."
Then Mason decides to break his silence as he turns to speak to Devan. "You should have let me drive; we would be there by now."
"In a body bag, yes."
"At least I will get us there."
"You still sour about that chick last night."
"Don't you worry, the next one you pick up will be the one I take."
I cringe in my seat as I hear them talking about their accomplishments of last night. "You two sound sick. Who shares their damn girls anyway."
"You just sour you not getting any," Devan says as he now turns his attention to me.
"Just shut up and get us here. The last thing I want is to be damn stuck out here."
"I see a diner up here; we can ask for directions."
"That is about the only damn sense I have heard come out your mouth."
"Man, you need to get laid. Can you stop bickering and come inside? We might as well have a beer or two."
"What the fuck did I say about getting stuck out here."
"It's only for a half-hour."
"What is the worst that can happen."
"Half hour, that is all."
We stop in front of this diner, now that is a word I never knew will come out my mouth. It looks like a damn dinky toy. I do not want to be seen dead in here. When we walk in, the entire place goes quiet. Fantastic, a bunch of buff tattooed men walks in a place that is clearly filled with good old decent folk. After a couple of stares and that we don't want any trouble look, they all go back minding their business.
There seems to be a fight between the waitresses with whom is going to serve us; most of them seem to be pretty scared of us; I doubt we are the type of men they have wet dreams about. It seems the quiet one gets the short end as she walks on over.
"Hey, guys. I am summer, and I will be serving you."
"Did your friends over there throw you in the deep end?"
"I guess you can say so."
"Well, tell them they just missed out on a big tip."
"You are not seriously giving me that."
"Go shove it in their faces."
"Well, what can I get you guys then."
"Three beer, please, Summer."
"That is pretty easy to remember; I will bring you guys your drinks."
"The name is Aaron. And those two idiots are Matson and Devin."
"Well, it is nice to meet you guys."
She turns around and leaves; I cannot help but stare at her ass; she is petite and tight. She is pretty, not the plastered bitches we hang around with. A good girl, she seems shy and very innocent. I even feel bad having these dirty thoughts about her, but mostly this damn hard on. I am finding her strangely very attractive; I would love to have a girl like her; I am sure she is a far better fück than the city girls.
"I know that look," Devan says as he spots me looking at her.
"What look?"
"That I am gonna eat her up and fuck her."
"And he has a damn hard on," Matson adds as he has a stupid smirk on his face.
"Both of you fuck off. I think she is pretty."
"Pretty?" Devan laughs at me. "Did you just hear yourself? Since when do you think girls are pretty?"
"Then what should I call her? She looks too innocent to call hot."
"She is fucking hot. If you don't want her, then I will take her," Mason says as he claims her for himself.
"I will break your hands off, and we are not going to be here that long anyway."
I see her walk back with our drinks and slap the two idiots to keep quiet. We sound like a bunch of horny schoolboys.
"Here you go."
"Thanks, Summer."
"So, you guys staying around here?"
"No, we are just passing through, or should I say got lost thanks to Devan. His thing said we are on the right road."
"Those things do not work around here, so you are probably lost."
"Told you your damn dumbass."
"So you staying long?"
"We are hitting the road after this beer."
"I am sorry to give you bad news, but I don't think you are going anywhere for a while."
"Why is that Summer? Are you going to tie us to the tables?"
"No, there is a storm on its way. They usually last for hours, and with you guys being lost, I won't recommend going out there."
