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Third Person POV.
"Why would you do that?!"Mitch exclaimed rubbing his fingers against his temples.
Why would you do that
"Why would you go out and do that on your own?!" "I don't know." You muttered looking down to the floor not daring to look up into Mitch's glaring eyes.
"You knew it was going to get us caught, but you didn't do it anyway!" Mitch turned around running his fingers through his hair letting out a frustrated sigh.
"Unless you meant to do it," Mitch mumbled furrowing his eyebrows together before he turned around slamming you into the wall behind you.
"You meant to do it!" Mitch screamed into your face his hands on your shoulders holding you in place.
"Didn't you?!" "Why would I purposely get us caught?!" You narrowed your eyes clenching your jaw with anger.
"Why would I almost get myself killed? Huh?!"
"I don't fucking know." Mitch glared into your eyes clenching his jaw together but the rest of his body unmoving, "But I know you did something."
"I went to the bar, I got a bourbon, and I drinked it." You looked into his furious honey brown eyes explaining exactly what happened.
"A man came up to me. Asked, "Would you like me to pay for that?" And me being me said sure." You stopped for a second to regain your breath.
"But- It wasn't the target, it was someone else. Maybe his son or something. I don't know." You spit out the last sentence with bitterness clear in your tone.
"Okay, fine let's say this is the truth..." Mitch tilted his head with his eyes narrowed. "What happens next?"
"He whispers into my ear-. I deny of cour-." You started to tell the shaggy-haired brunette until he interrupted you.
"What did he say to you?" Jealously coursing through his veins.
"I would have told you but you interrupted me." You rolled your eyes sighing out of frustration.
"Tell me god damnit." Mitch slammed his hand against the wall making you flinch the slightest bit, which of course he noticed.
"He said...that-." You closed your eyes for a second before opening them again.
"That he was going to kill every person in that room including you unless I gave him the location."
"And you gave him the location 'cause if you didn't I wouldn't be here." Mitch frowned as his eyes softened a speckle before going back to hard and unemotional.
"Yeah, 'cause I'd rather it be my job then your life." You spat out.
"Why? Why would you risk it?" Mitch questioned raising one of his eyebrows.
"Because, when you cherish someone enough you hold 'em close."
You looked into his intoxicating honeybrown eyes with a frown slowly taking its place on your lips.
One thing you would tell no one is that you were in love with Mitch Rapp.
He was your drug, your addiction.
You could get enough of his looks, his body, but most importantly his eyes.
If he didn't have those looks he would never find a girl, his personality was shit.
Mitch was shocked to say that least.
No one has cared for him in a very long time.
Well, not until Y/n.
He thought he would never find another person to love and hold after his Katerina died that day at the beach.
Glancing back and forth from your lips to your eyes, Mitch grabbed your face between his hands moving his lips upon yours.
He couldn't control himself, his hands roaming your body starting from your face to your hips.
At first it started as quick pecks, but gradually got to a full kiss pushing his body against your own.
Pulling away you put your forehead against his own keeping it there with your eyes still closed. "Damn Mitch, Didn't know you had that in you." You whipsered againist his lips as a smile forms on yours face.
