Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Mitch Rapp -Undercover pt. 2 (ns)

Hi everyone! So this is another request that I'm so happy to write. The first part is in the old book (Dylan O'Brien imagines) and in order to understand what happens in part 2 I suggest you read part 1 as well. This story is not going to contain any smut parts, because I feel like it doesn't need it. Enough said, enjoy <3

(Y/n)'s POV:

That's it. I fucked up. I see him throwing my clothes out of the closet and on the ground, stepping on them too to walk to my nightstand, where he does the same thing. Mitch opens the first drawer and takes out all of my staff throwing it on the bed next to me. 

"Mitch can you stop, I'll do this myself." I say standing up and walking next to him. "Mitch..." I whisper, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"Don't fucking touch me!" he says pushing my hand away. "You fucking lied (Y/n), all this time."

"I know, I'm sorry. They have my daughter, Mitch. What was I supposed to do?" he freezes and I mentally slap myself. I just told him I have a daughter,  out of the blue.

"You... You have a daughter?" he looks genuinely hurt, eyes filling with tears and, as soon as he realizes he's about to cry, he walks away.

"Mitch, I'm sory. What would you have done?" I ask him. Wrong question. He turns around, throwing a book on the ground. The loud thud makes me jump.

"I would've fought, (Y/n). Instead of coming here and screwing with other people's lives, I would've killed whoever did this and saved my family." he sighs frustratingly and runs his hand through his hair. "For fuck's sake (Y/n), we could've had it all..."

"What do you mean?" I ask him, sitting on the bed again. Next to me only my luggage and a coat.

"You know what I mean (Y/n)." He sighs again. "I-... you know how hard it is for me to trust someone. And I trusted you."

"I know, and that's why I wasn't going to let them kill you." I tell him.

"And what were you going to do?"

"I was going to fight." I say, but he laughs.

"Yeah like you fought for your family? Stop bullshitting me (Y/n). You're weak, and pathetic. They should've killed you instead of sending you here." With this being said, Mitch walks away, leaving me alone in what is not my room anymore. He's angry, and he has every right to be angry. However, his words hurt me like they would hurt someone that hasn't done anything wrong. Why do I feel like this? I knew he would be mad if he found out, so why am I so surprised he reacted this way? Maybe a part of me hoped he would tell me that it was okay and that he could find in his heart the strength to forgive me. Perhaps I thought he'd help me save my family. Mitch is not going to, though. I'll leave, and in no time I'll be dead and he'll have forgotten me by the end of the year. The door is closed, but I hear a soft thud coming from the other side. Mitch.

"Mitch I know you're there..." I say, but he doesn't move. I quickly walk to the door and open it, finding Mitch standing right in front of me. His eyes are red, he's been crying all this time, and his breathing is unsteady. "Mitch..." I whisper. He slowly shakes his head and a tear falls from his right eye. "Mitch..."

"You knew how hard it is for me..." he whispers as well. I can feel the lump in my throat growing bigger with each of his hurtful looks. "You knew and you didn't care..."

"Mitch you have to understand that I did what I had to do in order to save my own daughter." I reassure him.

"Why didn't you tell me!?" He shouts. "I would've helped."

"No you wouldn't have, Mitch!" I shout as well. I didn't want to say it, but the words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You didn't trust me at first; if I had told you 'I'm here as a fake agent to kill Hurley and save my family' you would have killed me."

"You could've-.." I cut him off.

"Doesn't matter what I could've or should've done, Mitch." I say. "Forget about the past, it's now, Mitch, now. Are you willing to help me now?"

"I don't know." He mumbles.

"Mitch, I'm leaving today anyway, you might as well just do this one favour for me and then you'll never have to see me, ever again..." he looks at me and bites the inside of his cheek, the wheels in his head spinning before he slowly nods. It's a victory, so why do I not feel victorious? Is it because this is the last thing we'll ever do together, or because I'm scared to face the truth? The truth is, I'm not going to make it to the end. Marcus, the guy that has my family, wants Stan Hurley dead. I don't think he'll be very pleased when he finds out I didn't kill him. I'm scared. I fear for my life and Mitch's.
But now it's too late to go back. Cassie is there with my father and my mother, I can't leave her.

"I'll gather my stuff, get in the car and wait for me." Mitch says. I nod, turning around and taking my luggage and coat, touching the pocket to make sure my phone's inside it. Where the hell have I put my phon- oh right, Mitch smashed it. When I turn around in Mitch's direction again, he's disappeared.

"Alright, get in the car." I tell myself and leave the room, while my head is filled with doubts and fears, but also a great amount of hope.

I'll make a part 3 because I like this story so much!! I'll update it soon <3