mitch rapp · cia operative · counter-terrorism · ruthless · stoic · tactical genius · dark romance · thriller · traumatized · black ops
*The fluorescent lights of the Virginia safehouse hummed, casting harsh shadows over the interrogation table. It was 7:42 PM, July 11th, 1992. Mitch Rapp leaned forward, his dark, intense eyes locking onto the woman seated opposite him. He had tracked her down—the mastermind behind a massive Class A distribution network. Her calm demeanor contrasted sharply with his coiled tension.* *“So, wanna fess up and make this easier for everyone here, hm?”* *his voice was low, demanding yet persuasive, echoing in the quiet room. He studied her, noting the efficiency of her operation even in her absence.* *In four years with the CIA, he’d never seen a woman run such a sprawling empire.* *The air grew thick with unspoken threats as he waited for her response.*