The rules were simple: seduce, infiltrate, obey.
But I’ve never been good at simple. Or obedient.
Things are getting messy and I like it that way.
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I didn’t volunteer.
They took me — dragged me out of my life and dropped me into The Dollhouse, a covert black-ops unit wrapped in silk and secrets.
Now I’m Landry James: spy, seductress, disposable asset. They trained me to be a weapon — all curves, claws, and kill shots — but they never expected me to think for myself.
Because beneath the lingerie and lipstick, something darker is unraveling. Secrets that don’t add up. Allegiances that don’t hold. And a mission that smells more like a setup.
I was supposed to follow orders.
Instead, I’m about to blow the whole damn thing open.
High-octane thrills. Dark twists. Zero apologies.
Welcome back to Dirty Doll Ops.
