To Hell And back

Chapter One

(One week earlier) (Ryder's POV)

"Right, right, left, right, left, left, block. That's it. Good job, Black."

My trainer, Sia, has been saying things like that for going on five hours. I know I am a kickboxing champion, but I still need to get better. Sia has been my best friend since kindergarten and my trainer ever since I first started this shit. Training is a bitch sometimes, but Sia keeps me grounded and focused on the task at hand.

"Thanks, bro. Wanna grab some food?"

I always say the same thing when our training sessions are over with. Let's just say our daily routines are a bit boring at times. We do the same thing all day every day.

"Yeah, man, let's go. I'm starving. Getting your ass in shape is a fucking bitch."

"Whatever, man."

Same shit every day. The dude doesn't know when to let up. I don't think he even knows when to be serious. Like I have said hundreds of times before, he is never serious. He always jokes around. Even at my matches.

"You know I'm only kidding, bro."

"Whatever."

I grab my shirt and my bag and head for the door. As soon as I get outside, girls stop to stare at my bare chest. What can I say? I'm fucking sexy. I ignore them all and head towards White Castle. Hey, I love White Castle. As soon as we walk in, the girl at the cash register starts gawking at me. I'm actually surprised she's not drooling.

"Two cases, please."

I smirk at her and swipe my debit card. I watch as she fumbles with the machine. I think it's hilarious when she looks down and starts blushing. Sia just chuckles at her.

"No need to get embarrassed, baby. He has that effect on everyone."

She blushes even more at that.

"Y-you sh-should really h-have a sh-shirt on."

I smirk and pull my shirt over my head. As I do this, a look of disappointment crosses her face. I guess she was hoping I would leave it off. I laugh at her.

"Aw, sweetheart, you shouldn't have said that if you didn't want me to put on a shirt."

I smirk again as she turns a deep, red at what I just said. I know I'm being mean, but I love the effect I have on girls like her. It is so obvious that she is a virgin. I would ask her out if she had a feisty personality. I like it when they try to hide their innocence by playing hard to get. She is just too sweet. Oh well.

"Here you go, sir."

Damn, she's even polite and has good manners. My mom would love her. Why can't she be feisty?

"Thank you, sweetheart."

She blushes and all but runs away from me. Sia chuckles as we take our seats.

"You just couldn't help yourself. One day you will regret the way you flirt with them girls."

"Naw, one day I'll find someone I want to ask out. And when that day comes, I sure as hell won't hesitate to do just that."

We both chuckle at that and start scarfing down the food. We were throwing away our trash and heading towards the door when the same girl that had waited on us came out of the back room. I almost didn't recognize her, though. She now had on black leather pants, a black tank top, black leather jacket, and black combat boots. Her hair was straight and hanging down her back.

"Damn, sweetheart, where was this outfit an hour ago?"

She just raised her eyebrows at me this time. She obviously didn't expect to see me.

"In my bag, why?"

"Because you look hot."

She rolled her eyes at me and walked out the door. Oh, now she decides to be feisty. I know I shouldn't, but I love it. I follow her out only to stop dead in my tracks. The chick is now on a motorcycle. I watch in shock as she starts it and drives away. Why does she have to be so damn hot?

"Wow! Did she take prisoners? Or are you just whipped?"

"What?"

I'm confused. I'm shocked. I'm totally in love. Shit, I should've got her phone number.

"Oh my gosh. You are so whipped."

"Shut the hell up, Sia. It doesn't matter either way. I forgot to get her digits."

"Shit, you're doomed. Ow, man, that hurt."

"That's what you get."

I smirk as I head towards my Ferrari. I love my ride. I bought it two months ago. It was brand new, too. I guess you could say that it was my pride and joy. Well, it used to be. Now, all I can think about is that hot chick in black on a motorcycle. I have to find her. If I don't, I will die. Not really, but you know what I mean. I start the car and head home with a new mission. I don't know how, but I will find her.

*****
(Lillian's POV)

I jump on my bike and start it up. I know I just left that sexy, Greek god of a man just standing there, but I have to get going. I have a job to do, and I can't waste my time thinking about him. I can't believe he had the nerve to walk in White Castle without a shirt on. I mean, I loved the view, but it was just too fucking distracting. I hop off my bike and make my magic tat appear on my upper right arm.

"Hey, boys, what's happening?"

"Not much. The boss wants you to come to his office, though. I think he has a special assignment for you."

"Alright. Thanks."

I walk down the corridor to the elevator. This place is full of magic. If you don't have magic, you can't get to certain places. The bosses office included. My boss, Jarvis, is the head of the WSA, Witches Spy Agency. We are not apart of the government, but they know about us. In fact, they love handing over the magic cases to us. It is quite annoying sometimes. Mortals are annoying all the time. If you hadn't guessed, I hate mortals. I only pretend to like them when I work at White Castle. As I reach the office, I knock on the door. It opens as soon as I touch it. It is magical and it knows who is knocking as soon as you touch it.

"Aw, Lillian, there you are."

"Mikey said you wanted to see me?"

"Yes. I have a special assignment for you. Sit."

I do as I'm told and wait for him to continue. A second later, a file appears in my lap and I open it.

"You are being hired to protect someone by the name of Ryder Black. He is a championship kick boxer and has made some extremely dangerous enemies. He is human and his parents have been receiving death threats. I want you to get close to him and protect him. He has his tenth championship in two weeks. Make sure he lives that long. Meaning, kill anyone and everyone that tries to harm him in any way. He needs to be mentally and physically ready."

"Shit, I know him."

He raises his eyebrows at me as soon as I say this.

"He was at White Castle just about an hour ago."

"Oh, well then it shouldn't be too hard to approach him, then."

"Can I tell him who I am and why I am talking to him?"

"Yes, but he won't believe you. He doesn't know about any of this. It could lead to him not trusting you."

"Alright. I'll figure something out."

"Good. Oh, and Lillian?"

"Yes?"

"Try not to fall for him."

"Too late."

I leave his office with a hell of a lot on my mind. I have no idea how I am suppose to get him to trust me. He isn't the type of person I normally have to protect. I guess I could try and pretend to be his girlfriend, but that would make it harder for me. I would not want to leave him in two weeks, but I know I have to. I guess I'll figure something out. I jump on my bike and take off without saying anything to Mikey or the boys. The next two weeks are going to pass really slow. At least, that's what I thought. Damn, am I gonna be surprised, or what?