Protecting the Bad Boy

I\'m sorry

After Joseph left the room with me in it with a big wound in my arm, one of his men came to me and threw alcohol to the wound. I had to fight with everything I had to don"t scream at the pain it caused to me. I didn"t want to give to anyone the pleasure of hearing me screaming or even letting them know in how much pain I was.

"The boss wants to have you here for a long time, so bleeding to death isn"t in his plans." The man explained to me, keeping throwing alcohol to the wound like I was a wild animal and would bite him if he would touch me.

I rolled my eyes at that.

Great! I have to do with a sadist, who injures me and then cures my wounds so he can come the other day to make me an other one, with me not being able even to die. How great that is?

The man left the room and locked the door.

I looked down to the wound in my arm. It looked terrible. The alcohol had washed away some blood for it letting me to see how bad the wound really was. At least wasn"t bleeding. I had to thank that man for this.

Josph talks about revenge? I will give his the revenge. He killed my parents and Axel. I will make him see what revenge really looks like.

I smiled as I felt the gun under my bra and the memory of Axel putting it there. He knew what he was doing. So I had a gun full of bullets and a knife in my trainer. What? I knew what I was doing too. I had put the knife in my trainer since I was in Axel"s house. Just in any case...

The words hit me like a bullet in my heart.

So this is what he was talking about. He kissed me, because he knew he might die. Just in any case...

So... my wrists were tied behind my back, I have rope in my chest keeping me tied up against the chair and my feet are tied too. Not a really good view to see if you are trying to escape and you can"t even move, but one thing people teach you in the CIA is escaping.

I started to move my shoulders trying to push down the rope from my chest to my waist to free my tied wrists from it. At the same time I freed my feet by moving them up and down and kicking the rope. When finally my feet were free, and my wrists were free from the rope that was around my chest, I stood up with the chair still tied against me. With my still tied wrists I managed to raise the rope that now was on my waist, above my head so I was officially free from it and the chair as well. Now my wrists.

I took off my trainer and let it in the ground. I sat down in the ground as well in that way that the trainer was behind me and caught it with my hands and took the knife that was in there. As soon as my hand touched the knife I started to cut the rope as fast as I could.

When I was free, I raised up the edge of the hoodie and took the gun from under my bra. The gun was warm, from my body temperature. I checked it for bullets just to make sure. It was full.

All I had to do know was just to wait for someone to open the door. I could picked up the lock, but it wasn"t one of those doors that I could picked up that easy. Unfortunately, the door wasn"t like the walls and the floor and the chair in this room. It wasn"t old. In fact it was more modern that I would like it.

I sat in the chair as I was minutes ago, trying to look like I was tied. I kept my hands behind my back, holding the gun in one hand and the knife in the other. Now I was ready.

Once I heard footsteps I tightened the grip of the very precious weapons I had in my hands, as I was waiting for my victim. I wasn"t going to kill him, just... you know... knock him out. The door opened and someone entered the room like life depended in it. I raised my hand with the knife in it, ready to throw it to the man, but my hand froze in midair.

"Axel?" I was... what"s the word? What"s the f*****g, freaking, word? Shocked?

"I told you I would come and save you." He said smiling, while trying to hide a small smirk from his lips.

I stood up, amusing Axel by the way as he probably was thinking I was tied against the chair. I felt tears in the corner of my eyes again, but this time from happiness. I walked towards him as the tears ran down my cheeks.

Now normal people, would just ran to him and kiss or hug him while crying like a little baby. Well I was crying like a little baby, and I ran to him, but since I wasn"t normal, I punched him in the face so hard that my own fist hurt more than it should.

"What the f**k Dylan?" Axel said, obviously shocked, rubbing his chin.

"They said you were dead." I was trying to keep my voice low, but it wasn"t working that much. I kept punching him in his chest. "I thought you were dead." I punched him again in his chest as his eyes were glued to my face. "I thought I lost you."

I was going to punch him again, but he caught my fist and pulled me closer to him, and pressed his lips against mine. The tears didn"t stop. But however I kissed him back. I couldn"t control myself. It was like I needed to kiss him. He mattered to me. I didn"t want to loose him.

"I"m sorry." He said looking me into my eyes and brushed away the tears from my face. "We have to go."

I nodded, knowing that it was true. "The place is full of Joseph"s workers." I said to him.

"I know that, but we aren"t escaping. We just need his workers to think we have escaped." He smirked.

"And how are you going to do that?" I frowned.

"Easy." Axel said and pulled me out of the room.

Apparently, the whole place was modern and looked expensive, expect the room I was in. I feel offended now.

We walked down the hallways like we were having a nice walk in the park. As soon as one of Joseph"s workers saw us, he pulled out his gun (admit it, in other circumstances this would sound very funny) and pointed it at us, but didn"t shoot. I shoot him in his leg as he started to shout.

"The girl... She is escaping!!!"

And that"s the part when the walk turns to "the" run. We started to run at the opposite direction, the direction we came from. I had no idea what was happening. Where is Alex trying to take me? And to give to that question an answer, he pulled me in the room we were two minutes ago. Seriously?

"What the f**k are you doing?" I whispered to him as we were both pressed against the wall, next to the door.

"Making them think we are escaping. This is the last place they will look at. And now all of this... What was his name again?"

"Joseph." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah... And Joseph"s workers will be all looking for us, leaving him alone in his office unprotected." He smirked down at me.

Jerk.

"How do you know he is in his office?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I have my ways."

After two minutes or so we walked out of the room. It looked like he knew his way in this place. But I didn"t give to much s**t about it. It wasn"t the time.

After a few stairs and turns, we stopped in the end of a corner. Axel turned around and looked me in my eyes. "In the end of this hallway is his office. I have to kill him Dylan. It is my mission." He said with a slow voice.

His eyes frowned when he saw the wound in my arm, but he acted like he didn"t notice anything. Before we started to walk again, he gave me a small smile. I felt warm inside. Why?

There were two men in front of the door. They looked like two statues, not moving at all. They must be, Joseph"s bodyguards. He was clever. And careful. Never leaving himself unprotected. The men were huge. Like giants. All of those muscles. I know I wasn"t able to take them down at ease. Maybe with a little help from...

And Axel ran towards them, trying to fight them both at the same time. He didn"t even bother to tell me that. He just... Ugh!

But I had to admit it. He was a good fighter. Before I was next to him, he had taken down one of the bodyguards. I knew it was his mission to kill Joseph. But I couldn"t let that happen. I had to be the one killing him.

I left Axel fighting with the bodyguard and walked slowly in the office. Joseph raised his head and looked at me shocked. His eyes landed to the gun in my hand. "How... did you come here?"

"From the door?" I smirked at him, but there were no emotion in my face.

"And what are you trying to do sweetheart?" He asked smirking, probably thinking I won"t be able to shoot him.

"Kill you?" I gave him a sweet smile.

"We both know you can"t do that, no matter who your dad was." He still had that smirk in his face. I wanted so bad to make it fade. To replace the smirk with fear.

"What you don"t know Mr. Jerk, is that I"m an agent. A CIA agent. Looks like the apple doesn"t fall to far from the tree, does it?" I was still smiling. I pointed the gun to his head.

I noticed his hand was moving slowly under the table trying to reach something which I assume was a gun. His face was shocked and his smirk faded, but not how I would like it. He still had a small one there.

"No. It doesn"t." He said and pulled out the gun and shot towards me. I saw that coming since he was trying to reach the gun, so I was faster than him and shot him in his hand.

Joseph dropped the gun from the pain and glared angry at my face. My anger had reached the climax. I walked to him and punched him in his face.

"You killed my father. You killed my mother. And you dare to kidnap me?" With each sentence I punched his face really hard. He was old, so of course he couldn"t protect himself as a young man would do. Call me whatever you want, but to me what I was doing was right.

His nose started to bleed badly and his right eye was bruised. I didn"t notice Axel had entered the room. He wasn"t talking. He was just watching in silence.

"Since they were my parents, it is my job as their daughter to take their revenge." I said with a cold tone and pullet the trigger.

The bullet went straight through his head, as his body fell in the ground. His eyes were opened like his mouth. He was trying to say something, maybe to beg for his life, or curse me, but those words never came out. Never will. He was dead.

And I killed him.

***

"Eric is in his way. He will be here for a few minutes." Axel said in almost a whisper to me with a sad voice.

I just nodded.

After I killed Joseph, me and him, escaped from the building Joseph was keeping me. It turned out to be a warehouse. It is always a warehouse. We went back to Axel"s house. He didn"t say a word about what I did back in that office. He said he never would say anything about it. "It will be our secret." He had said.

I somehow felt empty about it. I didn"t regret it. I couldn"t. I didn"t regret even the fact that I felt a relieve rushing through my body when Joseph was finally dead.

"You can quit." Axel talked out of the blue.

I stared in his eyes trying to understand what he was trying to say to me.

"I can quit." He talked again.

"Axel, wh-"

"Dylan... we can both quit our jobs. No more killing, no more guns, missions or whatever else. We can both live a normal life. I can do it. For you..." His voice almost sounded desperate.

"Axel... I..." I was feeling sad. Why?

The sound of the car parking in front of the house interrupted me. He stared in my eyes, waiting for my answer.

I could quit. I wanted a normal life. I really wanted it. To don"t bother anymore about missions going bad. I wanted to had normal problems... like what should I wear... Does that guy like me or not... s**t like that...

But I couldn"t quit my job. I needed it. I made me feel closer to dad. I couldn"t loose him again, because it would be like loosing him again. I just couldn"t quit my job. I couldn"t.

"I can"t."

And with that I walked out of his house.