"You left me! You left me when I needed you most!" She yelled angrily. Tears cascaded down her face breaking the man's heart. He didn't mean to hurt the girl as much as he did. "I'm sorry." He said quietly. She glared. "Sorry can't fix everything. S...
I kicked up my leg and pulled the skirt of my Indian outfit up. I grabbed the gun and put it in the holster. I also strapped my knives to my calves. I needed to be prepared for tonight. Anything can go wrong.
I heard the bathroom door open. I turned around and saw Mitch struggling to tie his tie. I smirked.
"Need some help?" I asked. "Yeah. I never learned how to tie these shits." He grumbled. I smiled and walked over to him.
I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to me. I felt his eyes trail down my body as I tied his tie. I pulled it closer to his collar before folding the fabric over the part around his neck.
"There." I said. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were already plastered to my face. "What?" I asked shyly. "You. You look beautiful." He said.
I blushed and looked down. I felt his fingers pick my chin up. My heart raced as I looked up at him. We were so close. Our chests were touching. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it and I'm pretty sure Mitch could as well. My hands shook lightly and it honestly scared me because I'm usually never this nervous. But Mitch did things to me that I didn't even understand. A loud knock interuppted my thoughts. Mitch and I stepped away from each other. He quickly went towards the door and opened it.
I walked towards the mirror and fixed my clothes, making sure everything was in the right place.
"Well don't you look beautiful." Stan said. I smiled. "Thanks grandpa. You clean up well too." I said with a smirk.
I turned to look at Stan who was looking at Mitch.
"She keeps calling me old man. Old man. Mitch. I'm not that fucking old. I'll show you whose fucking old." Stan grumbled. I giggled and grabbed my lipstick tube off of the dresser.
I turned around and leaned forward into the mirror. Applying my lipstick expertly on my lips. I smiled and turned around.
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"I see Anton." I said while sipping on my champagne. "I have eyes on Weber and Petrovic." Mitch said. "And I see Fisher. They're all here." Stan said.
My heart raced slightly. Today might be the day we actually get this thing done. We could go home. I could go back to my shop and live my life. I wouldn't see Mitch. For some reason a sad feeling came over me at the thought of not seeing Mitch. Arguing with him everyday became normal for me. Waking up seeing him in the morning became normal for me. Not seeing Mitch would make me feel like something was missing in my life and that something wouldn't be a thing it would be a person. It would be Mitch.
I felt a hand on my exposed side causing me to jump in fright.
"Jesus Christ Mitch." I mumbled once I saw that it was him putting his arm around me. "You alright? You seem out of it." He said. "I'm fine. I was just thinking." I said while sipping my champagne again. "You sure?" He asked.
I turned and looked up at him.
"I'm fine. I promise." I said while giving him a soft smile. I looked at his hair and frowned. "You cut it?" I asked. He nodded. I frowned again. "I liked it long. I mean you still look good. You always look good. Holy shit I'm word vomiting." I said while blushing. Mitch chuckled and smiled at me causing my heart to flutter.
"Guys Anton is on the move. He's going by himself." Alberto said through the ear piece. "This is our chance." I said to Mitch. "No wait he's coming back." Stan said. I sighed. "I just want this night to be over." I mumbled.
Mitch rubbed soothing circles into my side.
"It will just give it some time." Mitch said. I sighed and nodded.
"I'll be back." Mitch said. I nodded.
Right after Mitch left Weber came towards me. I gave him a fake smile.
"Hello beautiful." He said in his German accent. "Hi." I said. "American?" He asked. I nodded. "Yes but I'm not really a fan of my country." I lied. "I'm not a fan of yours either. Would you like to dance?" He asked while holding his hand out. I accepted it. "Gladly." I said as we walked to the dances floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" Mitch growled. "Mitch let her work." Stan said. "She's dancing with him." He snapped.
I just kept fake smiling as the two argued through the head piece.
"So what brings you to beautiful Dubai?" He asked. "I love traveling the world. I've always wanted to visit Dubai." I said. "How did you get into this gala?" He asked. "A friend." I said.
He twirled me around. As I spun I saw Mitch glaring from a distance. His jaw was clenched and he looked so sexy. Weber pulled me back into him. My eyes widened at our closeness. He smirked.
"Why don't we go to my room?" He asked. "No!" Both Mitch and Stan yelled. "Sure." I said with a fake smile.
This is my chance to kill this bastard. Weber took my hand and led me off the dance floor. We walked to the back and went through a set of double doors. We walked further down the hall. I heard the double doors open again. I turned around and nearly screamed when I saw Mitch storming over to me.
"Who the hell are you?" Weber asked pushing me behind him. "Her husband." He growled before punching him in the face. "Oh my god! What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled. "What are you doing?" He growled.
I clenched my jaw and went to walk over to Mitch but I froze when I saw a gun on me.
