Protecting the Bad Boy

My mission, my rules

Let me be the first to say "What the f**k did you just say?"

"Agent Hyde! Watch your mouth." Eric said with a tensed voice, but I didn"t give two flying f***s to him. There was no way I was going to say sorry to that motherfucker even if the Earth"s future depends on that. I rather die.

"If you want me to watch my mouth don"t ask me not-happening-things." I said really angry. I can"t believe what he was asking me to do. But there is no way I was going to do it. So sorry Eric for disappointing you.

"Agent Hyde!" Eric shouted to me getting up from his chair so in sudden, looking really angry. "I said watch your mouth. You are going to do whatever I said to do and that"s it."

"This is my mission." I shouted to him also getting up from my chair slapping my hands on the table so hard that I thought it would wreck.

Oh yeah! Mama is strong.

And mama"s hands are on fire.

Fuck that hurts!!!

"My mission, my rules." I shouted to him so angry.

Great! Now I want to tear his throat with the knife which was two inches away from my hand. We are in a dangerous situation here guys!!!

"This is my mission too agent Hyde!!!" Eric shouted at me but I didn"t give a f*****g s**t about it. He couldn"t scare me. I was a f*****g CIA agent. Nothing scares me. Nothing.

"No it"s not. If it was yours, you would be the one protecting the f*****g asshole out there." I shouted back at him and he said something between his teeth that I couldn"t understand what. This is annoying. More annoying than wearing a dress. Talking about dresses. "And I"m not wearing any dress in this f*****g mission even if you kill me to do it." Okay, this didn"t sound as serious as I wanted but at least my gaze kept telling that I was a hundred percent serious.

"What? But we don"t have other clothes. Only dresses." He said looking a bit taken away. Well... that"s what I call a lame excuse.

"I"m not going to wear them. I will go in school with CIA"s clothes or naked, but never in a dress again."

"You... you... but..." People... I got this. He is going to give up. I know him so well that I can tell that for sure.

"My mission. My rules." I said but this time I was smirking like a f*****g lunatic to Eric.

I walked towards the stairs to go up in my room. "And I would really like if you could find those clothes fast because if not, I swear for my f*****g head Eric that I will dress you with a dress." And with that ladies and gentlemen is how the first day of this f****d up mission went.

Well... I"m ready for the second one.

Rhydian... Prepare yourself for me, honey because I"m gonna make your life a living hell.

***

One more...

And another...

Just one more...

Okay, enough.

I stopped punching the punching bag and sat down in my bed.

Did I tell you that there was a small training room in the basement?

Whoops! My fault. Not like I really care.

It was well hidden and it was more under the basement than in the basement. There was everything I needed. The punching bag... my pistols... knifes... some athletics equipment and other things. You know... the usual ones.

And since I always wake up from the nightmares... I couldn"t just stay there and do nothing. There was no way I was going to do any homework since I have done those f*****g homework years ago and I didn"t give a f*****g s**t about doing them again. I"m not crazy!!

So I continued to read the book I have started which kept being interesting, but I got bored too quickly... Okay, okay... I was tired. My eyes was practically praying to me to stop reading, since today I woke up reallyyyyyyyy early... Like two in the morning? What? It"s not my fault that I have those nightmares. How many people see their dad dying? Not many let me tell you.

So, like I was saying... I stopped reading and went in the basement which I call a gym, in fact it was more like a tiny mini-gym, but I"m not going to call it a tiny mini-gym, so I"m going to only call it the gym. What I was saying? Oh yeah. And I started to punch the punching bag. The end of the story.

I looked down to my hands. Like always though. And they were once more covered with blood. I don"t know who wants Eric to fool by wearing me with a dress while everyone could see my hurt knuckles from miles away and tell that I wasn"t a girl. So why trying to look what I obviously am not, when I can just look like a typical normal girl who wears jeans. I don"t get it.

But since Eric couldn"t find the right clothes for me overnight I had to go in school with a dress once more.

I heard he door shut open and Eric walking towards me, but didn"t raised my head and see him. After the fight we had last night I wasn"t ready yet to talk with him. Or at least start the conversation the first.

"Apply this on your knuckles." He said handing me a small box.

"Why?" I asked confused. I never had a problem with my hurt knuckles. Yes, they hurt like a b***h, but I kinda of liked the way they looked. It made me feel like I"m stronger and reminded me of what I"m capable of.

"Because you have to hide your hurt knuckles. They won"t help with the mission. And if you want to punch the punching bag again you have to wear boxing gloves."

"But..."

And the jerk left.

Thank you for hearing me asshole. It was such a nice talking.

NOT!!!

I sighed and stared at the boxing Eric gave me. Then I saw my knuckles. And the box again. And my knuckles...

Just f**k it.

I started to apply the cream on my knuckles which was giving me a nice refreshing feeling.

After playing doctors I went back in my room to get ready for school. I opened that wardrobe"s doors and looked at the dresses. More like glaring at them. Well... which one should I wear today?

A pink dress? What the f**k are they thinking? That I"m actually wearing this? I thought seeing the pink dress wide opened eyes in disbelief. I can"t believe that they actually put a pink dress in my closet.

I just picked a simple black dress with long sleeves like the dress I wore yesterday so I could hide my tattoo.

I think I forgot to mention that too. Well I got a tattoo when I was in a mission in Russia, my first mission. It was a lone wolf. It meant a lot to me. Since it was my first mission and only a few months after my dad"s death, I was feeling very bad and lonely and it was the time when I realized that I was left alone in this world. Like a lone wolf. But I learned how to be strong too. Like my dad used to tell me when he was alive : "You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have." It was sad the fact that I learned the meaning of it after his death. I would like to find out in an other way.

So anyway..

The dress looked long enough to hide my gun since I wasn"t going to put it again in my backpack. I learnt that lesson. I"m not going to make that mistake again.

Before I could act or do something, Eric entered in my room, while I was with one foot one the bed trying to fix on the right way my gun so it could stay properly in my leg. The edge of the dress was up in my thigh showing too much of my leg.

Eric reddened in just one second and mumbled something that sounded like "I"m coming back later."

I rolled my eyes at him and put down the edge of the dress so I was ready to start the day.

"I"m ready, let"s go." I said to him harshly. I don"t know where did that come from, but I just felt like speaking at him like that so I did. Don"t blame me.

I couldn"t just ignore the fact that Eric poked his head out of the door slowly and looked in a weird way around if there was anyone and after saw that the road was almost empty he sighed and smiled a little in relief.

"No Cruella today?" I smirked and started to tease with him. What? If he can tease with me I can do that too. "You have to give a chance to the poor girl. She is just an innocent civilian."

"She is not just a poor girl, an innocent civilian. She is like the Devil herself. Do you have any idea how creepy can a woman be? Especially when she likes a guy in a creepy way?" Eric said getting in the car.

I rolled my eyes at him even though he didn"t see me.

He started the engine and none of us dared to talk. The situation seemed to be pretty bad. But it"s not may fault so no regrets.

"You still have to apologize him." After a while he said.

"No." I answered not even thinking about it.

"If you have to find the list you have to become friends with him. And you"re not going to..."

"Friends? How the f**k am I supposed to be friends with a man-w***e? Man-whores doesn"t have friends. Sorry girl-friends. The just f**k the girl-friend and that"s it." I said throwing my arms in the air.

"Then you have to be his girlfriend."

"You said what?" I exclaimed and stared at Eric dumbfounded.

"You have to be his girlfriend." He said that... that thing.... Again.

I smacked him in the back of his head, which took him by surprise and made him stop the car immediately and my head almost hit the window, only if it wasn"t open so practically it flew outside of the car. I mean it. For a second I felt like a dog. It wasn"t such a nice feeling.

"What was that for?" Eric shouted at me but I just rubbed my neck which was hurting like a b***h and glared at him like I was going to kill him. I was if he wasn"t my supervisor.

"Did you her me what I said you two seconds ago? Were you actually hearing me?"

"Yes I heard you." Eric said starting the car again.

"Then why are you asking me to have s*x with him?" I shouted and the car stopped immediately again my head flying once again. Okay this is getting irritating.

"What?"

"Well I told you that he is a man-w***e so he if I became his girlfriend he is going to ask me to have s*x with him, and I will not have any choices and have s*x with him. But since the CIA is paying me for this mission where I have to f**k this guy, doesn"t this turns CIA in a whorehouse?" I was going to play every possible card to don"t be his girlfriend.

"What the hell are you talking about Dylan?" Eric asked me confused but his eyes were on the road.

"What I mean is that... well I gave my first kiss to a drug lord and I"m not gonna have my first time with a man-w***e only because of my job."

And that"s true. I was undercover and I had to f*****g kiss a drug lord to distract him so Eric could kill him. It wasn"t nice though. Yeah the guy was hot but I didn"t like him and he tasted like alcohol and cigarette. And it was gross. He put his tongue so deep in my throat I could feel it in my ass. Seriously, those were the worst moments of my life. And I don"t want to give my first time to a stranger. I love my job. It is pretty cool but sometimes it sucks d***s.

"Okay. I heard enough. I don"t want to now anything about your s*x life so please stop. My ears are bleeding." Eric started to whine covering, well trying to cover his ears without killing us.

I just sighed, waving it off, not caring to much about what he was saying. I just was... you know those moments when you start thinking about life... well in those moments... that was exactly what I was doing.

I mean... I was a f*****g teen agent. I gave my first kiss to someone who got killed from my supervisor to complete the mission. I have hurt people. And I know that was going to come a day when I have to kill people, even though till now I didn"t just because Eric killed the ones I had to kill. He never left me for some unknown reasons.

I don"t mean that I want to kill someone. For f**k"s sake I"m not a sadist. I"m just telling that... my job... was a hard one. Sometimes it made me feel bad for the things I was forced to do. They were all bad things. Those kinds of things that a teen shouldn"t even thought about, but in my case... it is different. I felt bad about those things. But... I felt like closer to my dad while doing this job. I felt like I could feel him in the middle of the action. After all... the action was his life and I could feel his presence wherever the action was. Maybe this was a reason why I wanted to do this job. This and the fact that I didn"t want to disappoint my dad. He gave me this job and I don"t want to give up from it so I can show him that I can be as good as him. I can be like him. Make him proud. Even though he is dead now. What I have done... what I do now... everything, every decision I have ever taken was to make him happy. Maybe that decision wasn"t what I wanted but making him feel proud was more important for me.

That"s how it always was.