Taken ✘ Mitch Rapp (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8; Confessions

My eyes open slightly, my vision blurred as I see the building I'm in on fire, I see a man's features come into view. Mitch...

I don't do anything until I pass out again from the lack of blood and how much smoke I've inhaled.

*

I wake up again, on a uncomfy bed as I look around for Mitch. I call out his name. No response.

"Mitch" I panic as I try to get up but cry out from the pain, I manage to finally stand up as I hold onto the wall, limping out of the room in search for Mitch.

I stumble into someone and trip up, making both of us fall to the ground as I land on top of them and make a yelp noise from my injuries. I look down at them seeing Mitch as I sigh in relief, "you're okay" I smile.

He smiles and nods as we gaze at each other, I admire every small feature on his face, his moles trekking down his Jaw and neck, the way his side smiles curls, his small dimples, his long hair covering most off his forehead in a messy mop.

Our lips finally connect, in a slow passionate kiss as one of my hands rest on his cheek and his wrap around my waist carefully. We eventually pull away for a gasp of air as I get up and help him up.

"I was worried I lost you" he admits as he holds my hand tightly, "you've been in and out of consciousness for the last 72 hours" he says.

"Do you really think I'd leave you without saying goodbye" I smile as he holds my face gently.

"Please don't leave me Ayra, I couldn't live without you" he says and looks at me in the eyes with sadness washing over him.

"I won't Mitch Rapp" I say and rest one of my hands on his, "i promise"

*

We arrive back home in America, after a long and stressful process I flop down on the couch in our apartment.

"Let me look at your wounds" he says and walks over as I nod he lifts up the back of my shirt and peels back the bandage as he sees its okay and it's not infected.

He checks my leg as well, knowing it's still difficult for me to walk as it's sensitive. He sighs and thinks, "maybe you should take some time off" he proposes as I shake my head.

"No, we should take some time off" I say to him as I sit up and look at him.

"But-" he tries to say before I cut him off, "Mitch, we are both seriously injured, we deserve this" I say to try and persuade him.

"Fine, we'll take a couple weeks off to recover then back to work" he huffs in defeat as I nod in agreement.

I stand up and limp over to my bag, pulling my phone and wallet out as I call up for takeaway pizza as I hear Mitch chuckle.

"Your idea of relaxing is getting fat from junk food?" He asks as I nod with a smile and hang up after ordering.

"Of course" I say and sit back down beside him and pull out some money for pizza.

I turn the tv on and stick a movie on as the door finally goes, signalling the pizzas come as I hand him he money and he gets up and pays the delivery man as he shuts the door and puts the pizza on the coffee table in front of us.

I smile and grab some blankets and putting it round us as we eat. Finally some peace from the hecticness from the last few days.

I think about everything that's happened, about how many people lost their lives as it plays over in my head multiple times, reminding me of how I couldn't save them.

I look up at Mitch and smile slightly, at least having something in my life which is good and he's always positive no matter what he's been through.

"Mitch, what's that photo in your wallet?" I ask quietly, hearing a quiet sigh, knowing this conversation was going to come up eventually.

"She's my ex fiancé" he mumbles and looks away from me as I nod slightly.

"What happened?" I ask sympathetically, but curiously.

"When I proposed to her, I went to go get us drinks to celebrate" he starts, his voice breaking at parts as it breaks him to remember what happened.

"You don't have to say if you don't want to" I remind him quietly, he shakes his head.

"No I want to" he says and continues, "as I was getting the drinks people started shooting up the resort and I was rushing round trying to find her, I got shot twice, and when I found her she was shot in the head and chest" he says with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up" I say embarrassedly.

"It's okay Ayra, Katrina was my past, I'll always love her no matter what and those events that took place will always sadden me, but she'd want me to move on and be happy, and I think I found my happiness again... with you"