Hold My Heart

Chapter 3

"Mitch Rapp"

He said. I took his hand and shook it. What a simple thing to do after almost dying. I tried to think of anything to do but I was too stunned. I sunk to the floor and looked around at the mess that Mitch Rapp had created. I looked around the big suit trying to assess what had been done.

"Should we call house keeping or something?"

He looked me dead in the eyes and said nothing for a few seconds.

"You're getting a new hotel room."

Hell no. I love this place. He could probably see my thoughts written on my forehead so he starts talking again.

"Is there something special about this place? Did you get fucked here by an especially hot guy? Pack your shit and let's go."

I stood up and looked at him in surprise at what he just said. I was so angry at what he had just said. Maybe I wasn't angry at him, but there was anger there just waiting to burst out at my seams. That was the first time I've actually moved from my spot on the floor in like an hour so my muscles ached when I stood.

"Excuse me? No actually, very kind of you to think of me as some slut. I'm not leaving this hotel with some random stranger who swooped in and saved the day. I'm working for a company here and if they find me missing and a bunch of dead bodies in my room, I'm fucked. I need this event and if being kidnapped and saved by some dude is gonna let me keep it, then by all means, let's meet again tomorrow at 8. I'll make sure the ropes are stronger and let's kick it up a notch and give them all AK-47's."

I'm not sure why I went all angry Anna on him, but it felt good. I was upset. I had the right to be dammit. I was just kidnapped and almost forced to betray the one person I love. All I needed was to go to bed, if I even could sleep after all of this. Maybe I'm being dramatic, but so what? Who's going to stop me? Before another thought even crossed my mind, Mitch hit the wall behind me with both hands locking me in.

"If you're going to be some stuck up snob that doesn't care about anything other than some stupid company job, then by all fucking means, stay here with a shit ton of rotting corpses. Im leaving and if you want to come with me, then fine. If not, that's fine too. I'm on a fucking job and I'm not gonna let some bratty little girl fuck it up."

I was scared by the pounding of his hands against the wall on either side of me every few syllables he spoke. I didn't look into his eyes because they were filled with rage, but also something else I couldn't really figure out. We were arguing like we hadn't just met an hour and a half ago. Probably because I couldn't keep my sarcastic mouth shut.

A few seconds later he lets his arms down and turns away. I give in and walk into my room silently and get my clothes and shoes out after I just spent almost 2 hours getting them put away. I didn't have much room left after my shopping spree from earlier but I shoved it all in and zipped up the last bag and walked out into the living room, next to the pile of bags I had been throwing out periodically after they were full. Mitch was standing there with his arms crossed, obviously waiting for me to get done.

"What?" I asked.

He just looked at me and shook his head , turned, then walked towards the door.

"You're not even going to help me?" I shouted after him.

"No."

What an ass. I just wanted to sink back down onto the floor again and cry. It's not everyday that you're held hostage. After a minute of me composing myself, I get up and walk past the rounded couch and grab the trolly that the young man in the suit put in here a few hours earlier. I loaded on my stuff and open the door. Mitch was standing there leaning against the wall facing me with his arms crossed.

"Ready princess Anna."

I could practically smell the sarcasm from that statement. I gave him a cocky half smile and walked past him. I walked down the long hallway noticing small details I hadn't noticed the other 2 times I walked down it. The short white carpets of the hallway was just the slightest bit darker than the white walls lined with expensive gold framed portrait of flowers, sceneries, and other beautiful images. Looking at the pictures actually calmed me down a little bit.

"Quit admiring the pictures and move." Mitch snapped from behind me.

I hadn't even noticed my slowing pace but every word out of his mouth just seemed to anger me a little bit more than the last.

"Can you just shut up please? Thanks."

I could feel his eyes drilling into my head, probably imagining multiple ways to kill me, but he didn't say anything after that so I guess it's ok.

Once we get off the elevator and reach the front desk, the guy I met earlier was sleeping, so much for high-end staffing, so I just walked out. The busy streets of London had taken my breath away during the daytime, but at night it completely suffocated me. The lights, the noise, the warm moist air, it all washed over me like a comforting blanket that took away all the thought for just a few seconds. I could tell Mitch was getting quite angry at me by the way that he slammed his hand into my back forcing me to move again.

I didn't know where I was walking but we walked down the sidewalk for what felt like forever. It was only like 3 minutes from what the clock said. He stopped me right by a black small, but nice, car.

"Where should I put my things."

I could hear the sleepiness in my voice just a second before I felt it pound my body. I could sleep for hours. Being traumatized really takes take a toll on you doesn't it? Mitch points to the back of the car and leans in through the now opened door and pops the trunk. I push the trolly to the back of the car and start to unload all my bags into it. I see Mitch out of the corner of my eye come over and start putting my bags into the back with me. I subconsciously pull my my already huge shirt even though it went down to my thighs and I had shorts underneath. I was thankful I hadn't decided to sleep in my underwear that night.

Once all of my bags were put away safety in the back, I make my way to the front passenger seat. I open the door and the wave of cool air refreshened me. I get in the seat and click on my seat belt. Mitch opens his door and does the same. He starts the car as I watch the beautiful hotel pass by.

"What are we going to do about all the dead bodies in there. It's not really a common thing to just leave a shit ton of dead people for room service to clean in case you didn't know."

I say with a yawn. Wow I really tired.

"I got it covered already."

I don't bother asking anymore questions. I look over at Mitch and see him gripping the steering wheel so tight the the veins in his arms and hands stick out like a sore thumb. That's hot. I look away and lean my head against the window watching all the cars to pass by in the night. I was so tired so I let myself try and doze off. I had so many unanswered questions, but at this point I didn't care. All I could think about was my dad. I missed him. I let sleep take me away while watching London pass by me.

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Sorry this took so long I had no idea what to do. Hope this chapter was okay but I'll start posting updates more often <3

Also this isn't going to go along with the American Assassin movie line because as much as I love it, I have the overall layout for this story already :)

Drop any ideas what should happen next because I'm drawing a blank lol