Tainted ~Mitch Rapp

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Mitch and Stan awkwardly held the unconscious man, while I held my side making sure nothing else popped. We were walking up the steps, Stan and Mitch were both yelling at each other while walking.

"You idiot! You walk first!" Stan growled. "You're so fucking indecisive!" Mitch growled.

I clenched my jaw and turned around to the two men.

"Can you fucking idiots hurry up! I'm bleeding out of my side!" I growled in pain.

I grabbed onto the banister and held onto it tightly. We got to our floor and I pushed the door open. I checked for anyone walking through before I whistled letting Mitch and Stan know it was safe to come through. I stumbled through the hallway and went to our door. I quickly opened it and stumbled into the bathroom. I closed the door and slammed my gun on the counter. I panted and ripped my tank top off of my body.

I took off my bandage and saw that I was bleeding a lot once again. There was a knock on the door, which caused me to jump.

"Tiffany." I heard Mitch's voice call out. "I'm fine." I said. "Open the door." He stated.

I clenched my jaw and opened the door. Mitch's eyes widened when he saw my body.

"What? Never seen a girl in her bra?" I asked.

He pushed me back into the bathroom and picked me up placing me on the sink. I stared at him confused.

"What ar-" "Shut up and just let me help you." He said.

I nodded and didn't protest. I winced as he took the threading out. I gripped his bicep tightly.

"Damn you got a grip." He mumbled. "Sorry." I mumbled. He gave me a small smile.

He took a clean needle out and put thread in it.

"It's going to hurt." He said. "Tell me something I don't know." I mumbled. He chuckled.

I winced when I felt the needle go in my skin. I gripped his bicep tightly. My eyes were closed the entire time.

"I'm finished." Mitch said.

I opened my eyes and looked into Mitch's. I didn't know how beautiful his eyes really were until now. They weren't a regular light brown. They were the shade of whiskey. It was honestly beautiful. Mitch and I continued staring at each other. Neither one of us really saying anything about the fact that I was indeed still in my bra.

"Mitch!" Stan yelled causing Mitch to snap his head towards the door. "Can you get me a shirt?" I asked. He nodded and left the bathroom.

I got off the sink and started cleaning up the sink.

"Tiffany." Mitch said.

I turned around and saw Mitch holding a shirt. He handed it to me. It was big and didn't even look like mine.

"Is this yours?" I asked. He nodded. "If you put pressure on your stitches, it'll hurt more." He said before walking out.

I smiled lightly and stared at the shirt. I pulled it on over my head and I was immediately engulfed, in Mitch's smell. He smelt like cologne, cinnamon and a little bit of cigarettes. I wonder if he smokes. I walked out of the bathroom and into the room. I saw the man handcuff to the desk chair. Stan sat in front of him while Mitch was sitting on the bed.

"Mitch how hard did you hit him?" I asked with a small smirk on my face. He looked at me and smirked.

I heard the guy cough. I immediately turned around to look at him. His eyes slowly opened and closed. He then opened it again and he looked around.