To Heal the Enemy

21

Chapter Twenty-One: The Aftermath

Anala's pov:

"Anala... Alex!" I hear Teague yell followed by a few loud hits on the door.

"Wake the fuck up, we are going to miss our flight," Ben says.

I go to sit up but instantly feel sore.

"Fuck" I mumble slowly sitting up. "Okay, okay give me a minute, damn!" I yell at Teague and Ben, then I check the clock. It reads 10:25. Alex chuckles next to me, his eyes still closed.

I roll my eyes at him and slowly stand up, getting my clothes from my bag. I can feel Alex's glare from behind me.

"Stop eye fucking me, you perv," I say with my full attention on getting dressed.

"Mhmm, now why would I do that?" He questions, I hear the bed creak as he gets up.

I start getting dressed just as Alex takes my shirt from my hands.

"What the fuck? We have to go, give me my shirt." I finally turn to face him. He stands completely naked and I can't help but let my eyes wander down his body. When I met his eyes he was wearing his usual cocky smirk. He then hands me my shirt with a small chuckle. Making me roll my eyes in exchange.

After I am dressed I start packing my stuff, not that I had a lot. By the time I am done, Alex is throwing his stuff into his bag. He is fully dressed, Unfortunately.

No, No, No, Stop it Anala.

I walk out into the hall and stand next to Teague and Ben, they look like shit. Teague has a few bruises on his face, along with a black eye.

"Are these hickeys or bruises?" I ask Teague as I poke one of the dark blue-purplish spots. He pushes my hand away as he winces.

"Fuck off." He says and Ben chuckles. I shift my gaze to him.

"You don't look much better," I say to Ben, raising my eyebrow at him. He rolls his eyes and then Alex opens the door.

"Finally," Teague says heading to the car. I groan, realizing that since Ben and Teague drove separately, I am stuck in the car with Alex for a little while. After putting my stuff in the back I head to the passenger seat. Alex walks into the car, talking on the phone.

He is wearing a smile that I can't help but admire. He has the perfect, sparkly, white, toothy smile. I shift my gaze after realizing I've been staring a bit too long.

Why do I keep staring at him? I will not be one of those girls who falls for a guy she had a fucking hook up with. That's when Marcos' words fall back into my mind, "feelings make you weak".

I zone back into reality when I hear Alex say "Yea she's right here,'' and passes the phone to me.

I take it and hold it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I am a bit confused about who it is. Then I hear a familiar laugh and can't help but smile.

"Mateo," I say as if it's not a question. It feels good to know that I haven't failed him.

"Hey dumbass, How are you doing?" I can practically hear the smile in his voice.

"Good, you?" Out of the corner of my eye, I see Alex looking at me with a soft smile, but I ignore it.

"Good." He pauses. "So I see you didn't kill my second-best assassin." He laughs once again. I don't think I've heard him this happy in months.

"Nope, he was lucky," I say pausing as I see we are pulling into the airport. "Oh shit, we just got to the airport. I'll talk to you in a bit." I say into the phone.