Protecting the Bad Boy

Two sluts debating about the rich old guy

Dylan?

He freaking called me Dylan?

How the f**k he knew my name???

And that, ladies and gentlemen is the part when I freak out...

"HOW THE f**k YOU KNOW MY f*****g NAME? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? TALK NOW OR I"M GONNA SHOOT YOU!"

"Put down the gun first Dylan." He didn"t looked scared. He looked pissed off and kind of sad for some reasons.

"Talk right now!!!!" I was more than freaking out. I was going out of my mind. I couldn"t control my thoughts. How could he know about me? Not many people knew about me. Only some people in CIA"s building knew me. I didn"t exist for the rest of the world. I didn"t exist. This was an order from my dad to Mr. Andrew. He wanted me to be safe. No one have to know about me. But he f*****g knows! HE f*****g KNOWS ABOUT ME!!!!

"Calm the f**k down right now Dylan! Don"t make me do it!" His jaw was clenched.

"You can"t freak out. That would be your end. You have to breath in Dylan. Now let it out. Never freak out. You can be scared but never freaked out. You loose control when you freak out. You can"t let that happen sweetheart. Do you understand that?"

"Yes dad."

"Remember. Never... ever... no matter what happens...freak out. Never!"

I breathed in and let it out. My heart started to beat properly. Now all I was feeling was anger.

"Answer me. Who do you work for?" I asked slowly with a low and dangerous voice. That seemed to amuse him, because he was staring at me like I had grown an extra head.

"Give me the gun first." He said and I had to laugh at that.

"Do you think I am that stupid to give you the gun? Now talk. Or I"m going to start shooting at you." I threatened.

"I warned you." He breathed and then started to ran towards me.

Okay I know I said I was going to shoot him, but I couldn"t do that, since... f**k me! I had to protect him and not shoot at him. But still, with the gun in my hand I blocked him from coming closer at him and tried to knock him down and make him talk. But seemed that, that wasn"t in his plans. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. I punched his hand away with the other hand and pushed him away as I tried to punch him again, but this time in the face.

But he managed to duck in time and grabbed my waist with both of his arms and pushed both of us in the ground. He was on top of me and tried to get the gun from me. I tighten my grip at it, and manged to punch him in the side of his head. He groaned in pain. I profited from the situation and kicked him off of me. I placed myself on top of him, pointing the gun at him.

I was about to threaten him again, but froze in my place as I saw him smiling. Seriously? He was finding this funny and amusing.

And with that, I made a mistake. He profited from my distraction and rolled us over, grabbing my gun from me in the process and now he was on top of me, pointing my gun... I repeat... MY GUN!!! At me!!

I tried to escape from under him, but it was pointless as he put all his weight on me. Fat asshole!

"Now would you calm the f**k down and stop with the "I"m a badass" thing?" He put my gun in his belt and pinned my wrists in the ground, before I could do any move. "Now I told you I"m going to tell you everything, but just not here. We better go inside the motel, get a room and talk. I don"t want to talk in the middle of the road like two sluts debating on who will go in the bed with the rich old guy." I had to bit back a smile when he said the last words.

"Okay." I answered not really wanting to do what he said to me, but I had to know everything or I would die.

I felt something poking me in the inside of my thigh. I rolled my eyes. He didn"t even know how to put the gun in his belt in the right way.

I saw him in his eyes annoyed. He was blushing for some reasons. "Get off of me. The gun is poking me." I said glaring at him. For a moment I thought he could explode judging by his face, but then he just covered it. I don"t know how he could do it. He just stopped blushing.

And it was my turn to blush, since I realized that it wasn"t actually the gun poking me but his... thing... This and the fact that his face was just inches away from my face. Probably less. I know I have been this close to guys, but they were just older and more disgusting and by that I mean their personalities, not that this one literally sitting one me, is better than them, but still... Who am I kidding with? I have no idea why I was blushing.

And he smirked at me. "Are you calm now Dylan?" He whispered, his lips close to mines, and I swear I felt them flushing my lips while he talked. A little bit uncomfortable here, people!!! And I was a bit... turned on? Don"t judge me!

I felt the poking again and just felt more uncomfortable in that position. Looks like I"m not the only one turned on here."Yeah, yeah. Just get off of me. That gun is irritating me." I glared at him, trying to stop blushing. There was no way I was going to tell him: Get up from me because I"m turned on and your think poking me isn"t helping my situation at all.

He got off of me, pulling me after him. "Now I would be very pleased if you don"t make any scenes and just act like a normal girl and not like someone who went Hulk two minutes ago. Okay? Just act normal."

You have no idea how irritating is to hear those two words coming from his mouth. Act normal.. Act normal!!! Normal my ass asshole!

I couldn"t help myself but punch at him. It didn"t really help the situation, but couldn"t help it really. I had enough of him giving me orders.

"What the fuck..." He shouted at me and I just gave him a sweet smile.

"Act normal." I said and walked inside the motel. A smirk appeared in my face as I let him out there like a piece of s**t. Oh I"m so good!!! :P

"One room, please." I said to the guy standing in the reception. He stared at me for a while, then nodded and handed me a key.

"How long are you gonna stay here?" He asked now a smirk playing in his lips. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Not too much." I said, and in that moment I felt an arm over my shoulders. I argued for a second with myself to don"t punch the person. So I just turned around to find Rhydian glaring at the receptionist guy with a fake smile in his lips.

"About two or three days. Don"t worry. There will be no problems coming from us." He smirked and pushed me away.

I slapped his arm away from my shoulder and glared at him. "Want an other punch in your face? Don"t touch me again."

He didn"t answer, but just smiled.

Our room was in the end of the hallway in the second floor, which was almost empty. Looked like the guy owning this place didn"t earn too much from this business.

A soon as we entered the room, I had my knife in Rhydian"s throat. What? I couldn"t help it.

"Are you f*****g kidding me? I told you I was going to explain to you." He rolled his eyes at me.

"I just want to make sure you don"t lie to me." I smiled sweetly at him.

"Just get that knife away from me." He said and I did as he told me.

I gave a quick look at the room. It was kind of small, with only one bed in the corner of it and a horrible looking wardrobe. There was a bathroom across the room with a small shower in it. It wasn"t the best place or cleanest one, but we didn"t have any other choices.

I threw my backpack in the bed and sat on it waiting for Rhydian to open up.

He stared at me for a while and then started to feel nervous I guess as he started to scratch the back of his neck and run his hand through his hair.

"Well..." I said to him still waiting for him to talk. I was getting a little impatient.

"I work for CIA." He said and the shock slapped me in the face as a b***h.

I blinked once. I blinked twice...

"Not a f*****g way." I said calmly, shock still not leaving me completely.

"It"s true. I work..." He started to say but I cut him off.

"There"s no way you work for CIA." I said and he sighed a little.

"I know it kind of shocking, but it"s true. Your dad worked for CIA too. I know it sounds impossible, and you must feel bad, because your dad didn"t tell you anything..." Rhydain continued to talk, but at the time he mentioned my dad... that"s when I couldn"t help it anymore and just let the anger take over me again.

"Shut the f**k up!!!" I shouted. He didn"t know me. He didn"t know my dad. He had no rights to talk about him. He has no right.

"Dylan, I"m sorry but it"s true..."

I left an sarcastic laugh out and glared at Rhydian. He froze in shock, probably thinking I was insane.

"You think I don"t know it Rhydian? You seriously think that I don"t know that my dad worked for CIA? Or that even my mom was an agent? You think I don"t know anything? You think I don"t know that my dad died during a f*****g mission? Because I do. I even have seen the videotape where he f*****g died, because those f*****g images keeps playing in my f*****g mind for years now. And you know what? I know all the agents Rhydian... and I know you"re not one of them, because I know all of them. Do you know how? Because I"m one of them. I"m a f*****g agent too Rhydian." I blurred out everything, because I couldn"t keep it inside me anymore. I just couldn"t.

Rhydian was staring at me like I had grown an extra head in those moments in front of him. I just kept glaring at him. I knew he didn"t know what to say.

"The fucker..." Rhydian whispered talking with himself.

"Now that we made that clear, can you say me who the f**k you really are, "cuz I know you"re not a f*****g agent." I glared at him and he smiled at me shyly scratching the back of his neck.

"Well... I never told you, that I was an agent... I just said that I work for CIA..." He stopped talking trying to find the right words. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited at him. Rhydian sighed and muttered something that sounded like "f**k it!" and stared at my eyes. "I"m the killer of CIA."

I blinked once. I blinked twice... And then thrice...

"That"s why you don"t know me. The killers doesn"t have any files or such a thing. We just don"t exist for the rest of the world. We don"t exist at all, or we are everyone..." He explained at me. I could hear what he was saying, but I just couldn"t process it all. It was too much for just one day...

"I never have heard of you..." I said.

"We usually works with code names..." He said and I glared at him.

"I know that already thank you very much." I said at him and he smiled.

"I"m the Ghost."

I blinked once. I blinked twice... And then thrice... and probably a few other times... And then I lost it.

He couldn"t be the Ghost. The Ghost is a legend. He"s not the Ghost.

"But... you are a jerk!" I said with a low voice, but not low enough for him to not hear me.

He glared at me with boredom. Yeah I know, not such a big excuse.

Well... I have heard of Ghost more than a million times. He was really a legend. I didn"t know for sure if it was a he or a she. Turned out to be a he, but he was the best CIA"s killer ever. Not a f*****g failed mission. He was called the Ghost since he worked like a ghost. Entered the place, with no one noticing him, and killed the person in silence. And then just walked out... like a ghost.

But there was no way in the f*****g world that he was the Ghost.

"Thank you very much for the compliment." Rhydian said with a sarcastic voice.

"And why the hell did Mr. Andrew told me to protect you, when you are the f*****g Ghost?" I said and he stared at me dumbfounded.

"Well... First of all, the fucker told me to protect you. Or better say... use you?" The last words came out shyly.

"He what?" I exclaimed.

"It is kind of complected."

"No way." I yelled.

"You are the bait." He said.

Once again...

I blinked once. I blinked twice... And then thrice...

"For what?" I said slowly.

"That girl and then the guy, in school... and then the ones that followed us... They were actually following you."

"No.... No, no, no... Mr. Andrew told me they wanted to kill you. They want you not me." I started to say.

"No. In fact, they want you. That"s why you are the bait. It"s my mission to kill their boss. But there"s no picture of him or such a thing. I needed you to lead me to him, so I could kill him."

"But why he would wants me?"

"Your dad killed his son once and then he..." Rhydian stopped talking immediately. I stared at him.

"He what?"

"He sent people to kill your dad and your mom..." It looked like he didn"t want me to tell these things. "His men killed your mother... and after for about a year or such a thing they killed your dad... Now they want to kill you... for revenge..."

I couldn"t breathe. I forgot how. The moments of that day, when mom died in front of me, started to rush in my mind. I couldn"t even stand still. I felt my body falling in the floor with my knees. I wanted to cry. But couldn"t. There was something that was stopping me from doing it. Anger...

"Dylan I... shouldn"t have tell you that..." He said touching my shoulder lightly. I didn"t have the strength on me to push him away. In fact I needed someone to comfort me. It was much easier when I didn"t know the person who killed my dad. In fact I knew he was dead, but now...

Rhydain sat next to me and hugged me tightly. "I"m sorry. I shouldn"t have tell you..."

I raised my head and stared dead in his eyes.

"I want to kill him."