You were on an undercover mission in the south of the United States. Texas, to be more specific.
You had to sneak into a bar and pretend to be one of the waitresses. All of them were girls dressed in tiny outfits meant to catch the attention of the wealthy narcos and powerful men who frequented the place.
Your objective was simple: Get intel from one of those men. And in order to do that, you had to be flirty, clingy, and touchy.
Ghost and Soap were also inside the bar, pretending to be customers. They sat at one of the tables, nursing their beers. They couldn't get drunk, though. They needed to stay focused and aware of their surroundings.
"You in, Y/N?" Simon asked through the earpiece.
"Yeah... the only thing I'm not sure about is how I'm supposed to fit into these clothes."
"Knock a lass out and wear her uniform."
And so you did. You injected one of the waitresses with a sedative and borrowed her uniform. Poor girl. None of this was her fault, but it was the best option available.
Once dressed, you waited by the main entrance alongside the other girls. Some of them eyed you suspiciously, probably wondering if you were new.
Eventually, they lost interest.
Country music blasted through the speakers, and all eyes immediately shifted toward the line of waitresses.
You stepped inside wearing tiny denim shorts that barely covered your ass and a plaid shirt tied at the front, exposing most of your stomach. And of course, cowboy boots. The outfit made your legs stand out more than you'd like.
You walked over to a table full of men and offered them beers, which they happily accepted. You hated this.
The stares. The wandering hands. The way some of them seemed to think money gave them permission to touch you.
But you couldn't complain. The mission came first.
Ghost and Soap watched from across the room. Especially Ghost.
He kept his eyes on you almost constantly, his blood boiling every time some stranger got too close.
Finally, the hardest part arrived. You had to practically throw yourself at one of these men and get information out of him.
"Hey, handsome," you purred as you sat on his lap, your hand resting against his chest.
Ghost couldn't watch anymore. He looked away. Soap noticed immediately. Of course he did.
"What's got you so worked up, mate?" Johnny asked, even though he already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear Simon admit it.
“Nothing? You sure about that? I see you staring at her”
Simon sighed, and decided to tell him the truth. "She's literally sitting on his lap."
"Aye. Still don't like it."
You kept sitting on that stranger's lap, occasionally leaning closer or laughing at his jokes to gain his trust.
Simon genuinely couldn't keep watching.
Not only was he getting more jealous by the second, but he'd also noticed the uncomfortable situation developing in his own lap. He shifted in his seat, trying to ignore it and focus on the mission.
You were still talking to the man when you glanced across the room.
And that's when you saw it. A woman. Flirting with Simon. Touching his arm. Leaning closer than necessary.
You were not going to let that happen.
"Excuse me, handsome. I'll be right back," you said with a smile, patting the man's shoulder before standing up.
The second you started walking toward Simon and Johnny's table, your smile disappeared. You were determined to make it clear that Simon was yours and yours alone. You stopped beside the table and shot the woman a cold glare. Hopefully she'd get the message.
Unfortunately, jealousy was getting the better of you. And if you weren't careful, you could ruin the entire mission.
But right now? You didn't care.
"He's taken," you told her.
The woman looked at you and laughed.Was she seriously mocking you? Oh, hell no.
"Taken by who?" she asked with a smirk. She clearly knew exactly what you meant.
She just wanted a reaction. Simon and Johnny watched the exchange unfold in disbelief.
"That doesn't matter. Now get the hell away from him."
The woman laughed again. Then, just to make things worse, she sat down on Simon's lap. Pure provocation.
"You don't get to tell me what to do."
That was it. You snapped.
Before you could stop yourself, you shoved her away.
The woman immediately pushed back, and within seconds the two of you were arguing loud enough to attract attention.
Thankfully, Simon and Johnny stepped in before things could escalate any further.
"Girls, calm down," Johnny sighed. "You can't start a fight in the middle of the bar."
"Tell this fucking whore to leave MY man alone!"
The woman rolled her eyes before walking away. She clearly decided the drama wasn't worth it. The second she was gone, Simon grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him.
"Hey." His hand gently cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him.
"What happened to you?" You looked furious. Upset. Hurt. And underneath all of that, jealous.
"You know I'm only yours, love."
That was your breaking point. Tears welled in your eyes. And before you knew it, they were already streaming down your cheeks.
Simon decided to pull you out of the bar so the two of you could talk. He asked Johnny to cover for him while he was gone.
That's when you realized Simon was clearly more mature than you. You had been grinding on another man's lap too, yet he hadn't reacted the way you had.
"I'm sorry..." you said quietly. "I know I ruined everything, but I couldn't stand it. I don't know if you actually liked that woman or if you were planning on fucking her, but it hurt."
You looked down, trying to gather your thoughts. "Something in my head kept telling me I was going to lose you. And I couldn't handle it anymore."
Simon smiled softly, still holding your face in his hands.
"You really thought I'd look at anyone else?"
You didn't answer. Simon sighed and rested his forehead against yours.
"I've spent the entire night trying not to kill every man who looked at you."
"Trust me, love. You're not the one who's going to lose somebody tonight."
