Dice 2 [h.s.]

XII

"I fall in love with souls, not faces." -Unknown

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"Come here." I patted the seat beside me with a small smile. Harry stood in the doorway of the apartment looking like hell.

Several hours ago, our driver picked us up for the first mission. I was the getaway driver while the guys had to steal from Xavier's old business deals bosses place, I'm still shaky on who it was.

After several book chapters and answering many emails, I was welcomed to five extremely sweaty and bloody men entering the car. The car and I got away clean, but I can't say the same for the guys.

Harry looked the worst, of course. His whole face was scraped up and covered in blood. His clothing, covered in blood and scratched. I sat on the side of the kitchen sink with one of our barstool chairs and a rag, prepared to make him look pretty again.

Harry sighed and locked the door behind himself. I stood up and met him by the door, helping him remove his jacket as he hissed. He never really got over the shoulder pain from when he was kidnapped by Robert. I led Harry to the barstool and sat him down.

"Let me see the damage." I crossed my arms as I stood in front of him. He began to fiddle with his blouse buttons until his chest was exposed. There was a wide gash going above his left breast.

"Oh Harry." I sighed and hopped up onto the counter. I turned the water on and ran a towel under it. I ringed out the wet towel and began to pat the wounds on his face.

"I'm getting too old for these missions." Harry groaned as I cleaned up the blood all over his skin.

"No, you're just getting tired." I corrected.

"Same thing." Harry rolled his eyes and relaxed as I continued to pat his face.

"Did you complete the mission at least?" I asked, moving his head to start to clean up the other side.

"Yeah. You think this is bad? You should see the other guy." Harry chuckled to himself. I bit my lip and shook my head.

"You're an idiot." I flicked his forehead and went back in with my towel.

"I love you." Harry smiled, covering up my comment.

"Shut up." I smiled.

I finished cleaning up the blood on his face and moved to cleaning the wound on his chest. I hopped off the counter and pressed my hand to his chest as I wiped it clean. He would tense up every few seconds but once it was mostly clean, he was relaxed again.

"Now go take a shower, we have to go to Alea tonight." I ringed out the bloody towel and threw it over my shoulder.

"Thank you." He smiled and gave me a quick kiss before standing up. I left him to shower and walked into our laundry room.

I quickly did a load of darks and threw some clothes in the dryer before leaving the room and washing my hands. By the time I was done, Harry was coming downstairs in a brand new outside and wet hair. His face looked back to normal now that he had showered.

"What's the next mission on our Xavier to-do list?" Harry met me beside the kitchen counter as I scrolled through my texts with Xavier.

"Not quite sure since he tried to have you killed before." I shrugged.

"Only person that can kill me is you baby." Harry kissed my cheek and placed his hands on my hips.

I leaned up so my ass hit his crotch as his arms spread to cross in front of me. I smiled as he nuzzled his head into the crook of my head. As he did so, I thought of an idea. An idea to get Xavier off of our backs.