Phoenix's Revenge

3.

Phoenix POV

Embarrassed is an understatement.

My whole plan was to keep a strong face, but that didn't work.

Stupid fucking nightmares.

The sad part is, you can't do what we do and not get them. It's part of the territory.

"Phoenix! We all need to meet in the office." Dad yells.

I get dressed in black leggings a black sweatshirt and black and white Jordan ones. I've never claimed to be a fashionista or anything like that. Most of my clothing is very tactical.

I walk up to his office and take a seat. Nikolai stands in the corner, arms folded over his chest, eyes trained on me.

I just ignore him.

"Alright." My dad sits.

"The Italians have popped up very close to hear. Gonzo, their leader, is rumored to be taking a flight off of the warehouse roof. Phoenix, I need you to be there. I'll send men with you. This is quite possibly one of the only times we can get to him for a while."

I nod my head once.

"Sure she can handle it?"

Um, what?

Who the fuck?

I whip my head around to him.

"Listen, you arrogant fuck. I'm more than capable of handling it. I can prove it right here? You vs. me. Whoever wins, goes."

His eyes dance with amusement.

"Actually, I was thinking about sending him with you."

"Excuse me?" I stand up and push the chair back.

"Phoenix. Play nice." My dad gives me the look that says he's not going to budge.

Fine.

Maybe he'll get shot.

I roll my eyes and storm out.

"Be ready in 10."

...

We board the jet and take off.

We're both clad in black shirts, bullet proof vests and tactical pants with boots. Our earpieces are secured snuggly. My hair is in two Dutch braids.

He looks effortlessly hot. His gun casually rests in its holster, his biceps strain against his long sleeves. His eyes are mesmerizing.

All the sudden, he reaches towards me and I flinch back. Our eyes meet and he continues. He takes one of my throwing knives out.

"Why knives?"

I look down and flip one in my hand.

"Guns kill too quickly."

He smirks and chuckles deeply.

"I like that."

Butterflies erupt in my stomach.

Fucking butterflies? Really bitch?

I stare for a moment and then look away.  "Have you been on one of these?"

He scoffs. "Yes." The answer is simple, but implies that he's been on many. Makes sense though, I once heard he burned a man alive for disrespecting him.

"Okay. We will all go in through different exists. Our job is to just get to the roof. Do what you have to do to get there."

He nods. A hint of excitement in his eyes.

We finally land and everyone piles out. We check equipment one last time and head to the warehouse.

Everyone assumes their position.

"Okay. On my count," I whisper over the coms. "1,2,3."

We all burst through the door as gun shots immediately ring out. I see stairs to my right and I sprint towards them. I run up a few when a hand grabs my ankle. My foot shoots out from under me and I fall. I twist my body to face my attacker. I send kicks to his face as I try to get him to let go.

He doesn't.

He pulls me further under him and I feel panic set in. I push it was as I grab a knife out. I quickly jam it into the side of his neck. I use my body weight and roll on top of him. I take my knife out and jam it three more times into his chest. For good measure. I pick myself up. As I stand, Nikolai comes up to meet me. He has a bruise forming on his cheek and blood smeared across his face and hands.

"Not mine." He says, referring to the blood. I nod.

"Me either."

We turn and sprint up the stairs to the roof. We get to the door but it's locked. Fuck.

"What do we do?" I turn towards him but he's already taking a step back.

"Move." I do. He steps and kicks the door near the handle as hard as he can and it bursts open.

Sexy.

Stop.

We open the door just in time to see a helicopter about to take off. We sprint towards it but we're too late. He shoots at it while I try to throw a knife into the open door. It lands on someone but I'm not sure who. I just hear a scream.

"Damn it!" We yell in unison. Just as we're about to turn around, men start pouring onto the roof.

"Fuck." Again. In unison.

Match made in hell.

We look at each other and run towards the edge. There's a building close but not close enough to jump.

He looks at me and picks me up, while pulling something out of his pocket. A grappling hook gun.

He shifts me so that my arms are around his neck and my legs are around his torso.

"We gotta hurry, Nikolai."

He shoots the hook on the next building and pulls until it catches on something.

"Hold on. Don't let go."

Duh.

He takes off sprinting and leaps off the edge of the building.

This motherfucker is crazy.