Sin Miedo - Simon "ghost" Riley

Chapter 4 - Searching

Ghost

As soon as I shut the door behind me I lean my back against it, closing my eyes. I tilt my head up and sigh, trying to steady my breath.

"What the fuck was that Simon?" Price asks as he steps out the surveillance room right across from me.

I take a quick peek inside before the door shuts and look at the small computer screen. For a faint second I see her through the secret camera hidden in the corner of the room behind her, where she wouldn't be able to see it from where she was sitting.

It looks like she hasn't moved a single muscle from the second I stood up to leave.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tell him as I lift my head up and open my eyes to look at him.

He stands there with his eyebrows furrowed, looking between my left and right eye. "Don't play that game with me. You know when it comes to interrogations violence is rarely if ever permitted. If I wanted someone to get violent with her I would've sent König in there." He says. He's speaking slightly above a whisper, almost to make sure that Marina didn't hear us from inside.

"König isn't the only one that can get his hands dirty." I say.

He shakes his head at me and rubs his face with his hand. "Look, all I want to do is find out where the missiles are and get Sin Nombre put in jail." Price says. He turns away from me and goes to open the door again to the surveillance room.

"And that's what I was doing sir. I was trying to find out where they are, I was doing my job." I say, leaning off the door and standing straight up.

"It's late Simon, you should go home. We'll take care of her from here." He says, not even turning to face me or wait for me to reply before he goes back into the camera room.

I let out a breathy laugh, feeling my teeth slightly hit the fabric of my balaclava. I start making my way towards the exit, but everything in me wants to check on her one more time in that camera room.

I want to see her, I want to see how I made her feel.

Is she thinking about me? About my hands on her soft skin, would she have let me keep going higher...

I shake those thoughts out of my head, pushing the exit door open and walking through the parking lot towards my car.

Once I get in I shut the door, ripping off my mask and taking in one big breath. I turn it on and put it into drive, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the street.

Something about her...it made me lose control. I don't know if it was the bratty answers or how good she looked in that fucking dress, but something took over me.

I'm not someone who's known to be bothered easily, Price knows that. Which is exactly why he was confused about how I acted in the room, and I would be lying if I said I didn't confuse myself as well.

I didn't want to leave her, in fact I actually wanted to go in and apologize for the way I acted. Say that it would never happen again, but once Price said "go home" I knew there was no arguing against that.

Honestly, I couldn't even promise myself that I wouldn't go in there and lose control again. For all I knew I'd go in there to apologize and end up with my knife at her throat again.

Her throat that I could very easily wrap one hand around...

I bring my attention back to the road, not wanting to continue my thoughts.

Once I pay attention to where I am, I realize I'm in the middle of nowhere. I have no idea how long I've been driving, but I know where my mind and body are taking me.