Protecting the Bad Boy

Til a hour ago I thought it was my mission to protect you

"I swear it was here!!!" I shouted to Rhydian.

"Well... It isn"t now." He said with a small smirk in his face.

I rolled my eyes at him and almost fell in the floor. I started to laugh at that. "Maybe Mr Andrew took it."

"Yeah. Maybe we should go to him and tell him "Mr. Fucker did you took our bottle of vodka?" It will be fun." Rhydian said too exited about this. I laughed at the faces he made saying those words.

"Or maybe the ghosts. Ha! The ghosts. You are the Ghost. Go talk to them." I ordered pointing the corner of the room. I waited for Rhydian to go there and sat in the bed with crossed legs watching the show in front of me with a huge grin in my face.

Rhydian looked like he was thinking for a while and then nodded and went in the corner and started to whisper something to the wall. I couldn"t stop myself from giggling like an i***t. Rhydian started to talk with his hands and that"s the part I burst in loud laughs.

"They don"t have it." Rhydian said to me dead serious and I laughed more than I was already.

I lied down in the bed still laughing when my head hit something hard, under the dirty blanket. I shoved away the blanket to find the vodka bottle there laying in the bed like a sleeping baby. Oh my poor baby! Did you missed me?

"Found it!" I shouted waving the bottle in the air as Rhydian was smiling like an i***t.

"Give me that." He said to me harshly and grabbed the bottle away from me. "Are you okay my little bum bum?"

"Bum bum?" I asked and laughed again.

Rhydian glared at me and after taking a few sips from the bottle, sat next to me in the bed and stared at my eyes. Smiling, may I add...

I smiled at him too. Normally I wouldn"t do that, but I was too drunk to give a s**t about that. I lied down in the bed as Rhydian did the same. My eyes were glued in the ceiling.

After the little "kill mode" I went through a hour ago, and after letting Rhydian to comfort me, he decided that would be a great idea if we two get drunk and forget about the s**t we were in. It didn"t sound like a good idea, but now it didn"t look that bad.

After drinking for a while we lost the bottle and started to look around for it.

"I killed a serial Persian killer the day after we met." Rhydian said out of the blue. I turned my head to him.

"Huh?" I was confused.

"And the warehouse.... It was the place where these guys kept their drug. I needed them to lead me to the place where they produced it... and then kill them." His face was emotionless.

"I gave my first kiss to a drug lord." I said and now it was his part to stare at me.

"Not a freaking way." He said and I laughed.

"It is true. After the kiss Eric killed him." I said and he laughed.

"I killed my girlfriend."

"You what???" I exclaimed.

Rhydian let out a small laugh. "I loved her, but she was going to kill all of these innocent people with a bomb. It was her or all the people around."

I sighed lightly. "That is sad." I said and he stared at my face smiling.

"Yeah. A total tragedy. Such a great tragedy that even Romeo and Juliet"s story looks like a fairy tale." He said still smiling. I let out a small laugh.

"I shot Mr. Andrew in his arm once."

Rhydian started to laugh at this. I smiled at the ceiling.

"I did that once too." he confessed and I laughed too.

"I entered your room once. You kind of stripped two steps away from me."

"You what? And there"s me having the feeling I was being watched." He said and I laughed.

"Don"t worry I didn"t see any guy part."

"I can"t say I did the same about you." He smirked at me. My eyes widened at his words.

"You f*****g jerk!" I punched his shoulder.

"I was kidding." I stopped punching him. "Not." And then I started again.

"You have micro-trackers in you." He stared at my face dumbfounded.

"No I don"t."

"Yes you do." I smirked. "You drank them with water."

"Wha..." He gasped not knowing what to say but amusement was clear in his eyes. "Well played Dylan. Well played." He said and stared at the ceiling again.

There was silence for a few seconds until I broke it. "What were you doing at that w***e-house yesterday?" I blushed lightly.

He smirked at my face. "Killing someone. His workers tried to kill me after that but managed to... Wait a second. That was you!" He shouted in amusement. "You were the one who helped me there."

"What?! "Til a hour ago I thought it was my mission to protect you, so I was trying to do my best. Even thought in those moments I wanted to kill you and not them." I frowned.

A small yawn escaped my lips, as Rhydian was still smirking at me. Suddenly I felt so tired and just wanted to sleep.

"My name isn"t Rhydian." He whispered like being afraid that someone was going to hear us.

"Then what is it?" I asked.

"Axel."

"I like it." I have no idea why I said that.

My eyes started to close slowly and I was almost asleep when Rhydian- Axel talked again.

"And I am twenty years old."

***

The first think I heard as soon as I opened my eyes was the shower. I ignored it and looked around. I was lied down in the bed. In the half of it. In the other half apparently had slept Rhydian. I saw my body under the blanket. The clothes were still on. Thank God!

I tried to sat up in the bed. My head ached so much that it looked like someone was throwing bricks on it. Not such a great feeling.

I got up from the bed and walked around the room. I walked towards the bathroom"s door, ready to knock in it, when it opened slowly with Rhydian behind it with just a small towel around his waist.

I noticed the scars he had all over his body. I could see some bullet wounds in his shoulder and side. And a tattoo in his side. It was something written. It looked like "The worst mistake is to not make any."

"Good morning!" He said smiling and was about to walk out of the bathroom, when he slipped at the wet floor and fell on it. Taking me with him. He tried to stay straight by holding my hand, but he took me with him. During the fall the towel slipped from his waist falling in the wet floor, as I fell on top of him.

I don"t think this is a good thing. This so so bad. Oh dear Lord help me!

I felt my cheeks warming up at the position and at the situation we were in. I could feel.... his thing between my legs (thank God I had jeans on).

"Oh my God!" I gasped, as Rhydian was blushing lightly.

"Sorry! It was an accident. I..." He started to say.

"Grab something and cover you guy part please." I said and at the moment I felt his hard on.

God!

I gasped and let out a heavy breath at that.

Rhydian smirked at me, but grabbed the towel and covered his "thing" . I stood up in a second, still blushing.

Why all of these things have to happen at me?

"Sorry!... I better... go back in there." He said pointing the bathroom and didn"t wait for me to answer but walked in there and locked the door.

I stared at the locked door not knowing what to do or think or whatever. That was embarrassing. Really embarrassing.

I knew I was still blushing, but then remembered that I was practically peeing myself. I really needed to use the bathroom, for f**k"s sake. I was about to knock in the door, but then hesitated after remembering the situation we were in a few seconds ago. But then I really needed to go to the bathroom so...

"Rhydian, get out of there. I really need to pee." I shouted at him, and waited.

I could hear him laughing lightly behind the door, and after a few seconds he opened the door. He smirked at me and walked out of the bathroom. This time without slipping and causing awkward moments in the soaking floor of the bathroom. I didn"t want that thing to happen again.

But something was for sure. This guy did know how to hide his emotions from his face very well. I mean he looked like nothing happened at all. Like he didn"t get a hard on under me.

Okay that is very....

I have no words.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Rhydian was sitting in the table with a cup of coffee in his hand drinking it slowly. My mouth watered at the sight of the food in the table. I haven"t eaten anything since yesterday in the morning. My stomach pretty much hated me right now.

"I bought it when you were still sleeping." He said and I nodded not commenting. Didn"t really have to.

I sat in front of him and started to eat, not really caring if I looked like a pig. I was hungry people. The lady acts aren"t very important now. Plus.... I think I have mentioned before I am not a girly girl. My name is Dylan. You can figure it out the rest by yourself.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked him. He stared at me with a stone face.

"I still have to kill the guy. I should have let his workers to take you with them back at school. It was a mistake made by me." He sounded like he was more talking with himself than with me. But then again I felt sad when he said he had to let the jerks to take me.

I have no idea why, so don"t ask.

"So?" I talked not wanting to sound too hurt. I didn"t have a reason to. Do I?

"I think we should disappear for a day or two and then let them find us. They have to don"t know who I really am."

"So we are going to stay here?" I asked with my mouth full of fries.

"No." He answered straight away.

"Then where are we going to stay?"

"We will go in my house. My real one." He said looking like he was still thinking about it. "We need guns and ammo. I have plenty of it in my place. Then we can come back here and act like we are trying to hide from them. They will take you with them and I will find you. I will kill their boss, and rescue you."

"What a prince charming!" I muttered, but he heard me and laughed. I glared at him. "But what if they kill me in the moment?"

"They won"t."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because their boss wants to torture you."

"And how is that going to be comforting?" I asked.

"It isn"t." I wasn"t really sure if I liked the jackass Rhydian or the assassin one. It was a little bit confusing.

"What a great plan." I said and he smiled lightly.

"Don"t have many choices." I smiled at him (I"ve got stop doing this) and continued to eat.

"So your real name is... Axel?" I asked not looking at him. It was dumb enough from us to drink in this whole situation, and even dumber to spill out everything.

"Yes." He smiled and I nodded.

"What really happened with your girlfriend?"

Okay I get it that I shouldn"t be asking. It wasn"t none of my business and it might be a sensitive topic, but... Hell I was so curios to know.

"She... Her dad worked for mafia. There were some problems, and the people he worked for wanted to kill him, so he disappeared, leaving her alone. I was sixteen at the time, and was still a normal teen. Her name was April... we had been together for about six months or so. She freaked out when her dad left her. The people who wanted to kill him, kidnapped both of us, trying to use us for finding him. He never showed up. His colleges drugged her, trying to find out if she knew where her dad was. She never was the same after that. After a week, her dad still not showing, his colleges gave her a new kind of drug and gave her a bomb, telling her to go to the museum and explode it. She was so high at the moment she couldn"t even recognize herself." His eyes were closed as he was talking. There were so bad memories in this story... "They took both of us in a van and drove to this museum. April walked inside it as the van drove away. They wanted to make me one of them. I managed to escape before the van would be too away from the museum. When I entered in it, April was about to explode the bomb. I tried to talk some sense in her, but didn"t work. Maybe it wasn"t the best decision ever, but shoot her in her head with the gun I stole from one of the kidnappers." He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He stared at me with an emotionless face. "After that I got sent in prison for the charge of murder. Didn"t stay too long though. After a few weeks Mr. Andrew came and offered me to work for him as an assassin. I accepted his offer, because after I was out of that place I wouldn"t been able to find a job and s**t like that, so I had not choice."

"I"m sorry... I shouldn"t have ask you..." I started to say, but he just smiled.

"Nah! I think I needed to talk with someone about it."

I smiled at his words. His past wasn"t that bright... I really felt sorry for him.

"What about you? Why did you choose to be an agent?" He asked and I sighed.

"After I witnessed my mom"s death, and found out my dad was an agent... I think I just wanted revenge and thought that being an agent like dad would be the best choice. Never regreted that though..." I said staring at the left food on the table.

"Screwed up pasts huh?" He said and I raised my head to see him smiling at me warmly.

I smiled back. "Yeah... Screwed up pasts..."