Capture Me

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Ryder

I eyed the unknown man leaning on my room's wall near the door. My mother insisted I be put in a hospital room to recuperate despite my protest to just heal in my home.

Imagine my shock when I saw him in the back of my car. "I think it's time to tell me who you are."

"I don't answer to you." The prick answered. Where'd I put my gun? I'm going to shoot this asshole.

"He's Jesse," My wife answered for him. "He's one of my teammates." Like that explains why he was in the car and still with us in the hospital.

"Teammate? Baby, as far as I know you don't play any sport." The nervous look she gave him ruffled me the wrong fucking way.

Are they in a relationship, that's why Nara tried to leave the house a couple fucking times?

"He's um, he was with me the night I was supposed to eliminate Perez, along with another one I do not know." So, my wife really did become a hitman. Fuck, it was funny to imagine Nara being adept with guns and combat, at the same time it was hot.

"Way to divulge information, Thalia." The prick finally talked. "You killed Rodrigo Perez." A sure statement. "What are you to her?"

None of your motherfucking business, but, "I'm his husband." His non-budging face showed reaction, was that disbelief I saw? "Yes I did, but I am not a threat to whoever you guys are working for as long as there's no danger to Nara, you're free from me. Now, if that is all you may leave." I thought I would be loopy because of morphine, but I delivered that long one with ease.

"I'll not leave without Thalia." Even the way he called her name irked me.

My anger started to boil, "Sewn or not I can fucking end you, are you going to leave or do I still have to shoot you?" Man, it was weird spouting threats while lying down in a hospital bed.

"No,"

The little fucker—

"I'll contact you, Jesse, so please," Nara eyed the door.

"You know the consequences, Thalia." Was all he said before leaving.

I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"Baby, come're." My wife—God, I love calling her that—without hesitation came to lie with me on the bed, on my left side to avoid my patched up right thigh. "These hospital gowns are itchy as fuck."

"Your mouth will grow worms if you continue cussing every minute." She said, settling her head on my chest.

I hugged her to me tight. "What did he mean by consequences?" I couldn't help but ask.

It took her sometime to answer, "My life," Those two words were enough to tell me. She will be fucking killed for a failed mission. Fucking fuck she was their expendable!

"Who do you work for, baby?" My anger came back full-time. If they dare lay a finger on my wife I will fucking wipe them out.

Nara extracted herself and looked me down. "It was this company, they front as account assistants but they do this type of work behind."

"Do you know them?" I searched her eyes for fear.

"I know the people who work at their face but I only know Jesse."

There was a bloating silence for a few minutes and then she laid back down.

Gears were turning in my head of how I could get information. Are they a big organization? Do they operate independently or is someone backing them?