Chapter 1
Spy x Mafia: The Velvet Files — Chapter 1: Mission Impossible? (Kiki’s POV)
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I hated briefing rooms. They were always cold, silent, and full of people who thought they were better than me. I fiddled with the pen Skylark gave me last week — the one thing that reminded me I wasn’t just the agency’s walking disaster.
Skylark stood across the table, looking calm and composed like he had all the answers. His eyes met mine, and for a second, I thought maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.
“Kiki,” he said, his voice low and serious, “I have to tell you something.”
I nodded, trying to keep the nerves from showing. “What is it?”
His gaze didn’t waver. “Your next mission.”
For a brief moment, my chest puffed up with hope. Finally, a chance to prove I wasn’t just the girl who spilled coffee, tripped on heels, and somehow still managed to screw up every assignment.
“You’re going after Marco Francisco,” Skylark said, flat and direct.
The name hit me like a brick. Marco Francisco — the most dangerous mafia boss alive, the head of E.T.I by day, and the ruler of an empire nobody dared to challenge by night.
I swallowed hard but tried to keep my voice steady. “I can do this.”
Skylark shook his head slowly. “Don’t mess it up this time like you always do.”
His words stung worse than I expected. “I won’t,” I whispered, but doubt was already crawling in my veins.
Then, colder than any winter night, he said, “No one will love you, Kiki.”
I blinked, caught off guard. That wasn’t part of the briefing. It was a jab to the heart — a reminder that my crush on him was hopeless, and maybe so was I.
I forced a smile and swallowed the lump in my throat. If Skylark didn’t believe in me, who would?
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The first day at E.T.I headquarters was a disaster waiting to happen — and of course, I made it happen.
My mission was simple: seduce Marco, get the secret code he held, and get out before anyone noticed I was there.
Simple in theory.
In reality? I managed to spill coffee all over his desk — right on his important papers. Classic Kiki.
He didn’t even flinch. Just stared at me with those cold, calculating eyes that saw right through every fake smile I tried to give.
I tried to apologize, but my words stumbled out as clumsy as my hands knocking over a stack of files moments later.
Marco raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. Did he think I was trying to flirt? Maybe. But he trusted no one, especially not a clumsy girl who kept making mistakes.
What he didn’t know — and what I reminded myself constantly — was that I knew exactly who he was. The mafia kingpin holding the key to destroying our entire agency.
If he ever found out I was here on their behalf, things would get messy. Real messy.
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But here’s the thing about me: I wasn’t about to give up just because Skylark said no one would love me. I was going to prove him wrong, one accidental spill and awkward moment at a time.
Maybe I was clumsy. Maybe I was a disaster in heels. But I was also a fighter.
And this mission? It was my shot to show the agency — and maybe even Skylark — that I was more than just a mess.
I took a deep breath, straightened my jacket, and prepared for whatever Marco Francisco was going to throw at me next.
Because this was just the beginning.
