Once Upon A Mission

Chapter Three - "Why do you even come here?"

Author's Note:

Big thanks to -lukehemecstxsy who's also one of my real ass hoes in real life. She wrote chapter two because she wanted to because she liked the plot and I just added little things. Go bless her follow button. She the bae.

P.S - I changed Larry's name to Marco because he is gonna be Hispanic and French which will make him an extra hot papi. ;)

P.P.S. - I know. I know. I haven't updated in over a century. So I'm gonna update more frequently now. Thanks for all the love you sexy freaks.
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I remained unmoving, keeping a relaxed façade. I wasn't quite certain what he meant with the words he just spoke of. It gave me a spark of hope which was soon blown off when a tingle of fear poked my chest. It could mean a lot of things. It could be something about working for him as a maid? I shook my head inwardly. That's impossible, judging from how he was such an aśs with that skinny dude earlier. Did he mean prostitution? Or maybe drugs!

Was this guy like a total freak? That would be sad because he is hot. Like jalapeño hot.

I furrowed my brows together, "W-what do you mean?" I stuttered out, my voice coming out airy and soft.

He flashed me a side smile. "The way you tried to beat me up..." He shook his head, amused. "It seemed so professional. As if, you've known how to fight like it was more than just a learned hobby."

I smirked. "My dad taught me when I was younger." I replied, my tone filled with pride but slightly laced with despair. I brushed the thoughts away. "But what does have to do with what you're talking about?"

Grinning, he said. "Well, I can't really tell you in here. You have to sign a contract first. How about we go to my place so I can explain this further?"

"To your place? Are you kidding me? Are you this desperate to get with a girl or is this just a bad start of a typical horror movie? Which is it?" I gave him a blank expression.

Then he reacted with the least possible thing I expected. He laughed. The dïckhead fúcking laughed. "You watch a lot of movies, don't you" He said more of a statement rather than a question.

"This isn't funny. What would make me come with you. I don't know what your about to do to me. Wait did you drug my coffee? Are you some kind of pimp?" I said in a harsh whisper in an unbelievably fast way.

"Relax. Do I look like a freaking pimp to you? And seriously, I'm too hot to be deprived of sėx." He smirked.

I glared at him like a cheetah to its prey. "Look, I just went all Dr. Phil on you by telling you my sorrows so it isn't a good thing making fun of a sad child. And no. You are not that hot." Lies. Lying. Liar.

He looked so offended. In fact, too offended that it could've been funny if I didn't want serious answers.

"What's the matter? Did you get your ego wounded? Did it shrink from the size of your head to the size of your brain?" I grinned menacingly, through clenched teeth.

He muttered something about this idea being so shitty. It made me wonder what the fūck that meant. "You know what since you're so stubborn, I'm gonna summarize it to you right here."

"I work for a an association that let's say... 'takes care' of bad guys and it is top freaking secret  and a lot of criminals are after people like me so I'd really like it if you come with me to my place so we can talk about it more privately. Unless you want a sniper to my head and watch me get blown up, of course. Take your pick." I noticed a Spanish accent rolling slightly from word to word in his otherwise perfect American accent.

It was my turn to laugh. I looked at him like he'd grown twin Chewbackas on both sides of his head and mini Godzillas coming out of his nostrils. "Clearly, you're the one who's watching more movies. What drugs are you on buddy?"

He glared at me as if hoping that his eyes were the lasers of a sniper and he could blow up my head. "You know what? I can't do this. I've tried to be nice but if you really won't come with me, I'll have to kill you anyway because I gave you more classified intel about the association than Trump probably knows. The kind of intel that even the government doesn't know. So any last words?"

I froze. "Wait, you're really serious? Dammit. I was hoping the cameras would be out now. And despite of my hatred towards my own life. I still kinda wanna live. So yeah, I think I'm gonna come with you." I finally said.

"Great." He flashed me a smile and sipped on his coffee. "Ugh, this coffee tastes like tap water. Why the hell do you even come here?"