Undeniable || Simon "Ghost" Riley ||

Chapter 13

Everything I Love

We were the ones who were now getting yelled at by Alejandro. And believe me, I would've cowered down if I was in Valeria's shoes. I wouldn't mess with him one bit.

Curses were strewn around in Spanish, sometimes in English. I felt like a little child having to take a beating and not talk back. It was hard, but I bet it was even harder for the guys to take this harsh treatment.

"Alejandro." Soap spoke. "That was the only way we were going to get through to her. I'm sorry, but it needed to happen."

He sighed, there was no way we could undo what we did at this point.

We were already planning on what needed to happen next. Shepherd received the call and briefed us on our next destination: The Gulf of Mexico.

Having never traveled outside of my hometown in Montana, this was all new territory for me. This journey to Mexico was a new adventure, exposing me to all of the differences with cultures, traditions and more. I appreciated everything they had. I valued Alejandro even more for providing us with his base.

We planned to depart tomorrow night, utilizing the cover of the dark to gain a tactical advantage against Hassan's men or whoever was tasked in guarding the missiles.

I was laying down on the couch, taking in the calm before we were set out for destruction tomorrow. Fighting enemies to get to another person was one thing. But the task of finding these missiles was crucial, and any failure could potentially destroy everything we worked for.

My arm was shaken around, a poor attempt in trying to wake me up. I groggily opened my eyes to a dark room.

I'm not one to particularly know where I am when someone else wakes me up. Maybe it's because I slept so hard, or maybe because my instincts of being on the job took over. But I swung and made contact with someone.

"Um, ow."

If my swinging didn't wake me up, the voice did. I hesitantly sat up, taking in who was in front of me. Graves.

"Oh my god I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I placed my hand on his arm, helping ease the tense moment of accidentally punching someone.

He laughed. "It's fine, but everybody is going to Alejandro's ranch if you wanna come."

My heart skipped a beat. I didn't even hesitate before I said yes. I missed my ranch back home and I yearned to be reminded of it again.

"Okay! Let me go get dressed."

I hurriedly ran to my room swinging the door open. My excitement got the best of me. I felt like a kid again.

I stripped myself of my clothes, putting on appropriate "ranch" attire rather than what we usually wore. I placed a light blue tank top on, and put my legs through my denim bootcut jeans.

A voice emerged behind me, causing me to jump in surprise.

"War wounds, huh?" Graves had his body resting against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

I hurriedly placed my pants on, glaring at him from not knocking. I didn't know what he meant by "war wounds." But I was angered by his actions.

"You know, you can knock. It's not that hard."

He walked in the room, coming closer to me. I backed up, still pissed off at him. I take back what I said about apologizing for punching him.

"I think we're past formalities, Hattie." He had a look in his eyes I couldn't read. But I was over his attitude. I pushed him away, walking out of the room seeking seclusion in another where I knew I'd be alone.