𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ➤ [ 𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝 ]

10

song- Ghost
by
Halsey

"WAIT, WE'RE going against Stan's orders?" I almost shout at Mitch, staring at him intently, eyebrows furrowed as I fidget with my fingers.

Mitch focuses his gaze on me, "yes. Okay? we can't let him get away." He seems slightly agitated, so I decide to not dive deeper in the situation, my gaze shifting to the car window.

After what happened at the bar, Mitch held Sharif's assistant at gunpoint, forcing him to take us to where ever Sharif is heading, and of course, any sane man being held at gunpoint will follow orders.

Mitch's gun is still aimed at the man's neck as he speeds down the streets, following Sharif, trying to not make it too obvious.

After several minutes of more driving, we spot Sharif parking at a grand hotel, Mitch ordering for Sharif's assistant to park in the alley like road next to the hotel.

"It's still light outside, we need to wait until it's dark." I tell Mitch, shifting in my seat as he nods.

"Pleoh, get in the passenger seat." Mitch orders, and I do not question him, doing as told.

Mitch then exits the car, opening the driver's door as he pulls Sharif's assistant out, then forcing him in the backseat.

He starts tying the man's hands and feet with rope that we found in the boot of the car, making sure he does not escape.

The man looks petrified, to say the least.

After Mitch finished tying up the man, he sinks back in his seat, gun still in hand as silence fills the car.

"Stan is so going to lose his shit when he sees us again." I mumble, breaking the silence.

"Yeah well, this is the right thing to do." Mitch objects, and I can feel his gaze on the back of my head.

I turn slightly in my seat facing the tied up and terrified looking man, his eyes filled with fear.

"patronun hangi katta?"
[On what floor is your boss?]

At this, Mitch's attention shifts toward me and then toward the man.

After several seconds, he finally answers telling us that Sharif is on the fifth floor and begging us not to hurt him.

Though, he soon shuts up when Mitch takes the man's glove off his hand, stuffing it in his mouth, only making his pleas more muffled.

"You think it's dark enough?" I raise my eyebrows at Mitch, him glancing outside.

"Yeah," he pauses, "stay here, I'm going in. Alone."

I almost laugh at this, glaring at Mitch slightly.

"How about no? Mitch, we're partners now, okay? You're not going in alone, and besides, I need a little adventure." I purse my lips, my eyes locking with his in a stare down, and after a few seconds he breaks eye contact, sighing.