Badass In Hiding

chapter 8

Dean POV

"So your the great Alian? One of the agencies finest agents?" I ask studying her. She is currently doing something on her computer before looking up. Her gaze starts on Chase but moves to me. She mutter something in Russian so I don't understand.

"Alian." Chase says sternly, almost like scolding a child. She looks up at him with a glare.

"Yes I am. I don't autographs." She answers my question. She suddenly stands up and quickly rushes to the sink. The sound and smell of vomiting make me nauseous myself and I turn away to look at Chase, who seems to be looking at Terin.

"Why did you let her get this bad?" Chase mutter quietly to him. Terin looks at Chase with disbelief on his face.

"Me? I wasn't the one who let her get away. I didn't even know where she was until she called me to come and talk to you!" He exclaims. More retching is hear and I try desperately to keep the contents in my stomach from coming out as well.

"You're her brother. An ex assassin. You could've found her!" Chase says.

"You were her fiancé, you would supposed to take care of her. She hated me.  Still does." Terin replies in return. The sounds of something flopping me to the floor draws my attention and I ignore Chase's and Terin's argument. Alian's face is gray, and the more I look at the worse seems to get. Instantly I'm up on my feet and over to her. I grab her wrist and feel a light pulse.

"Would the pair of you shut the fuck up! The girl you fighting over is pratically dead." I tell them. I lift her up and turn around and see their faces covered in worry. I put her on the table which I had been sitting at just a few minutes before, only now noticing the ring marks on the table and it's stickiness. If I had to guess it's from booze. Chase instantly spring into action the minute I get her down,  taking her wrist and frowning before going up by her mouth to see if she's breathing.

"Fuck." He mutters. He sits her up and starts squeezing her tummy. Almost as if she realises what's happening she trying taking a breath before leaning over the table and throwing what little contents she has left in her stomach. I try not cringe away but I notice that there is blood in thick gooey substance. Terin says something in Russian clearly annoyed.

"Do I look like I give a shit if I die?" She mutters under her breath.

"Maybe you don't. But I do." Chase answers. He let's go of her waist which he is still holding. She sighs heavily before moving to the edge of the table. As she pushes herself off she stumbled, Chase makes a grab for her, but she waves him off.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." She says as she gets her balance. She starts walking towards the door to the kitchen, that's putting it a nice way, and her body sways from side to step, as she is unable to walk in a straight line.

"You're not fine Ekaterina! You need help." Terin says. Her posture stiffens, and before I can even blink she in front of him,her face pure anger.

"Don't call me that! I don't help and if I did it wouldn't be yours." She spits. Terin gave his face expressionless.

"Shall we see about that?" He asks, and in a movement just as fast as hers was a few minutes ago he has her in a headlock, which looks hard to get out of. She flips him over and he lands on the table breaking it in doing so. He gets up and puts himself in a defense position. They start fighting properly and they are good. Particularly Alian, seeing as she almost died a few minutes ago, and her body looks frail and weak. I look at Chase who has decided to occupy himself with Alian's computer instead of worrying about the fight. The sound of glass smashing has both of our heads turning back to it though. The pair of them seem to have moved into the hall by the front door. Terin has a bottle in his hand and is yelling Russian at her, whilst she yells it straight back. He throws the bottle to the side onto the stairs.

Chase POV

I sit ignoring the fight. The sound of something else smashing brings a small pinch to my frown but I choose to ignore it until I hear Alian scream

"бег". I quickly grab her laptop and make my way out the back door that's in the kitchen. The house explodes. Not as big as the one yesterday, but it definitely was enough to cause the old house to collapse. Seeing a side exit to the front of the house I quickly make my way to it and see Alian, Dean and Terin all standing there.

"You had a bomb in your house? A fucking bomb? And you didn't tell us." I ask pissed off. She shrugs her shoulders,

"I guess I forgot!" She says. I close my eyes trying to calm myself down and run my hand through my hair.

"Okay. Where the fuck are we going to go now?" I ask trying to avoid talking to her.

"I've got a room at a nice hotel not to far from here. I'll pay for a room for you guys." Terin says taking his phone out.

"I can't yo to a hotel I'm in my pyjamas." Alian says. I give her a once over, her clothes look dirty and she did smell of alcohol and vomit and smoke from the bomb.

"Those are you pyjamas?" Dean asks. She turns to look at him and give emotionless smile.

"Guess you caught me. I have worn the past four days I was too lazy to change." She tell him.

"It's fine. I'll buy you some clothes on the way there. Now can we get going before the cops turn up. I'm sure they have been notified." Terin says tucking his phone back in his pocket.

"Ugh. Please don't. You have awful fashion sense. Just like your music." Alian tells him.