Path Of Hate || Phillip Graves x Reader ||

Chapter 13

Flashback In Las Almas

"What's this?" Alejandro stepped out of the vehicle, confusion etched across his face.

"This is the immediate future. Step away from the gate," Graves commanded, his tone as cold as ice.

"What?" Soap chimed in, just as confused.

"You heard me," Graves reassured, his gaze steady.

"You're crazy. This is MY base," Alejandro shot back, anger boiling beneath the surface.

"It's not a base. It's a sizable covert facility. I admire it, so I'm taking it. You boys have been relieved. Thank you for your service." As Graves spoke, rage simmered within me. That coward was a traitor.

"No, no, no, I don't take orders from you," Alejandro growled, fists clenched, ready to throw down.

"Didn't Valeria say that? Now I wonder what else I don't know about your affiliation with the drug lord," Graves taunted.

"What the fuck did you just say to me, pendejo?" Alejandro wasn't backing down.

"You're out of line, Graves," Soap interjected, stepping closer to Alejandro.

"What the fuck, Graves?" I confronted him, disbelief etched across my face.

"Don't do that... Don't... do that. No one needs to get hurt here." Had Graves just threatened us?

"Are you threatening us?" Ghost stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous.

"Soldier, I don't make threats... I make guarantees. So let's not do this," Graves replied, his tone dismissive.

"This is bullshit!" I raised my voice, frustration spilling over.

Soap turned away, moving towards the radio. "I'm calling Shepard," he declared, but Graves stopped him dead in his tracks.

"General Shepard sends his regards. He told me y'all wouldn't take this well." His words struck me like a punch to the gut. How could we have been so foolish?

"Shepard knows about this?" Ghost's anger was palpable.

"Y'all need to stand down and let the pros finish this. Why the hell are we talking like this is some type of negotiation? It's not. I've got my orders, and now you have yours," Graves stated, and my anger flared.

I pulled out my knife, stepping closer to him. "You think this is funny, Phillip?"

Graves raised his hand. "Y/N, back down."

"And who the fuck do you think you are, cabrón? My men are inside!" Alejandro shouted, his patience wearing thin.

"I'm afraid not. Your men have been," Graves smacked his lips before continuing, "detained."

In a flash, Alejandro charged at Graves, but he was quick, pushing Alejandro against the car. One of the shadows struck Alejandro's head with a gun, knocking him out cold. Gunfire erupted around us. Shit was about to go down. I still had my knife. Without thinking, I charged at Graves, pinning him to the wall and pressing the knife against his neck. Four of his shadows turned their weapons towards me, but Graves spoke up, "Don't shoot her," raising his hand.

"Call them off," I demanded, my heart racing.

"Step back, Y/N."

"Call them off, Graves!" I pressed harder with my knife, adrenaline coursing through me.

"Can't do that," he shrugged, his calm demeanor infuriating me.

Fuck. I turned to Ghost and nodded, giving him the signal. They had to escape, with or without me. Just as I nodded, I got distracted for a split second. That was all it took for Graves to knock the knife from my grasp. In one swift motion, he flipped me over, restraining me with both arms. He called on two shadows to take me to their base, and the rest was history.

I was trapped for two days in the hands of Phillip Graves. He treated me well, but I wasn't having it. He was a coward, a traitor.

A tap on my shoulder jolted me from the memory.

Flashback ended.

I turned to see Phillip standing there. "Y/N, we landed."

A/N HEY YALL i am being active. anyway i wanted to add more of the past to this story to show Y/Ns and Phillips whole story and their love hate relationship but dw more smut is coming!

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