Spy Academy

Ch. 9 I think I just broke the sarcasm meter

Ch. 9 I think I just broke the sarcasm meter

(Rolland’s POV)

‘You're gonna regret this,’ I growled at the dickhead who got his men to, yet again, tie me up in ropes. Well, cuffs actually, since, you know, my hands are cuffed….

The fuck am I saying?

‘No, I won’t,’ he said, wagging his pointer finger at me.

I smirked as a little plan formed in my head. This guy had no idea what I’d planned for him.

‘Come closer,’ I told him. He looked confused for a second before walking cautiously to me.

I would be cautious too if I were him. I am, after all, a world known mafia leader. And no, I'm not the kind that just sits around and asks people to do the dirty work for me; I'm the kind that does the dirty work. When you’re a mafia leader, you gotta at least do some of the work to show those new bloods (aka, new members) how to do things.

Yes, you may assume that being a mafia leader is easy and workless, but I’ll let you know that that is definitely not the case. Cause I worked my fucking ass off to get where I am today.

Not literally of course.

Back to the dude.

He was about a few centimeters away from me, and for my plan to work he had to be at least nose-to-nose close with me.

‘Closer,’ I said, the smirk ever evident on my lips.

He’s about an arm’s length away from me. ‘Closer,’ I repeated.

He came to me till out noses were almost touching.

‘What do you want?’ he asked, his hot breath blowing on my face.

‘This,’ I said, before head-butting him – hard – hoping that he’ll at least faint.

But I might be the one who’s gonna faint in the end, CAUSE IT FUCKING HURTS LIKE A BITCH. That plan, if you can't tell by now, was completely and utterly stupid. The guy only stumbled a few steps back while rubbing his forehead, and me wincing in pain (as I’ve mentioned, it hurts like a bitch and I thought I'm gonna pass out, once more, might I add). It’ll probably leave a mark from how hard I did that.

Great, just what I wanted. Another bruise on me.

Then a girl with brown skin and clad from head to toe in black and red started laughing like a hyena.

Given a different circumstance I would have definitely laughed as well.

‘That –‘ she pointed at us ‘– was epic!’

That’s the moment when I recognized her voice to be the sarcastic one – Chase.

As she continued laughing, a curly haired brunette ran towards the male, ignoring me completely.

Umm, hello? Ever heard of ‘ladies first’? But then again, I'm not exactly a lady.

‘Oh my goodness! Are you alright?’ the brunette said in a strong British accent.

‘Don’t worry about me Mia, I'm fine,’ the man said.

So Curly is called Mia. Okay then.

‘But Damon –‘Mia started, but the guy – Damon – cut her off.

‘I'm fine, really. Nothing an ice pack can't heal.’ He replied with a wave of his hand, the other still rubbing his head.

‘It’s always when something awesome happens that you don’t have a goddamn camera.’ This time it’s a straight-haired brunette who said it.