Sabotage

FIVE

Christine

Fuck this! I never imagine I would cleaning a dirty bathroom just because I tried to escape and didn't want to talk about our dirty business as he called it. I hate him! God, if I would have a gun right now I already shoot him. One bullet for one coward.

"Are you finish out there, darling?" He teasingly knock at the door. I scoff in annoyance. I was not tied but I was stuck here at the stinky ass bathroom.

"Fuck off! I hate you!" I yelled and I heard him chuckling so I slap the door. "Don't fucking laugh! You know it's fucking stinky and... Ohh... the fuck is this? Ah!" I slip on the big shower and get wet by the soaking floor. I swear I want to kill myself right now.

The door slam immediately and Harry ran over me.

"What the hell happened?" He concerned asked. I rolled my eyes and scoff.

"Can't you see I slipped! Fuck this! Why am I doing this? I don't deserve this!" I yelled in annoyance and anger. I help myself to get up ignoring his help but, he held me up and carry me.
"Okay, you're job's done." He chuckle a little and we got out of that stinky bathroom.

"Put me down, now! I can handle it." I demanded. With a wince I stood up.

"Does any hurt? Tell me so I can heal it." He asked. I look straight on his emerald eyes seeing he's sincere. This guy is soft hearted.

"Nothing! I want food, I'm hungry..." I whined. That's is the only thing I want right now; food.

"Okay fine, your majesty." He rolled his eyes and held my wrist and pull me downstairs .

"Ouch, it hurts you know." I whined and get off of his grip.

"I don't trust you roaming around the house." He snickered walking to the booth on the kitchen. "Sit." He demanded. I do what he said cause I can see that he's being serious and annoyed right now.

I observe the kitchen that is near the living room and stairs this house is small but there is big spaces you can move on. I like it in some reasons, it feel home yet, not that home you think. It's warm and too quiet only you could hear was the television.

I wonder if this house is his. Maybe it is. CIA guy must be a real deal money. No wonder why my brother decides to be an FBI in Los Angeles. Money is deal. How was he right now? A pain poked my heart knowing that he choose to be with his friends and legal life than to be with me his sister. I didn't choose this job either, I just didn't have an option. Robert got mad at him and didn't bother giving him some money to move on. He's such like my mom; uncle called. Naive and coward. No balls. Lunatic. But that's all a lie, he just want to be free. He choose to be independent than living on a crime and sinful business, killing people and having bloody money.

"You're on a serious thoughts huh?" Harry snap me back on my thoughts. He walks to me handling a pot of two eggs and two bacon.

"One egg and two bacon for you. Is that all you want, madame?" He smiles like a waiter on some fancy restaurant but, shakes my head stopping my giggles.

While I eat my meal Harry sit opposite me so I'm facing him. He eat peacefully and I observe him. Muscular body and tall figure he has and a long curly hair. It suits him. Plus his cute emerald eyes. I can't imagine he's CIA.

He look at me and I pretend to look on the window. He smirks and continue his meal.

"Umm... I'm done. I'm gonna put this on the sink." I stated walking through the sink. I drop my plate and walk through the living room.

"Where are you going?" He asked standing up.

"Relax, okay? I'm just gonna lay on your couch and chill..." I reply sitting on the sofa. "By the way whose that blonde guy and two other? What they all  doing here?" I asked in confusion.

"Their my team to help me to you." He blankly said. He's so mean sometimes.

"Can I have some decent clothes? I'm soaking wet." I politely asked. He raised his brows and put his fingers on his lip.

"Wet?" He smirks and bit his lip.

"You pervert! Not that wet as you think! I'm literally wet, from slipping on that stupid stinky ass bathroom." I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I can't believe that is what he's thinking.

"I have shirts and jeans on my drawer on my room before that one you've been." He points out cleaning the sink.

"So... I'm going there on my own?" I asked in disbelief. I want to make sure if he really making me move and just roam on his house on my own.

"What? You want me to lead you there and watch you get naked? It's a great idea if you want?" He smirks once more eyeing me especially on my chest. Ugh. Pervert.

"Just asking. I thought you don't trust me. You know, getting escape." I rolled my eyes and walk upstairs.

"I trust you besides, I have tracker and alarm so you won't get that way. The windows are shut and had an alarm so you can't escape. CIA remember?" He chuckles and start getting back on his business again.

"Whatever." I mumble.

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