dark corners of the cruel world▪mitch rapp

♤ not your daughter ♤

⚠ warning: mentions of nudity

  They pulled up in front of the wooden house, exiting the car and walking up the steps to the front porch. Alexa looked at Mitch while knocking on the door three times, "I swear to god, if this is some kind of a trick, I'll gut you." She smiled, making it sound even more scary.

  The door opened as Mitch looked at her with concern faintly showing on his face, he was a hundred percent sure she knew that it indeed was a trick. "Welcome back." The man appeared in the doorway, his expression stern and his gaze straight. He searched the surroundings with his eyes to make sure they hadn't been followed by someone.

  "Glad to be back, Stan." Alexa pushed past him, stepping into the house and looking around. "Not really, but damn, this place is still neat as heck. You really stand out of the single man stereotype." The young woman teased him, chuckling slightly as Mitch joined them and shut the door behind him. "So what's the mission?"

  Hurley let out a short laugh, his eyebrows going from raised to a frown. "Is that what this idiot told you?" He pointed to the trainee with his thumb. "Really clever." He laughed again, making Alexa's teeth clench as well as her fists.

  "Tell me there is a mission or I'm going home, Hurley." She threatened, almost growling like an animal. Mitch smirked as to how she seemed powerless now that Stanley was here. But he still couldnt connect all the dots and understand what type of relationship they had.

  "No. There isn't a mission." The man replied. "And you better not go away because I need you, there's-" He talked but she bent over laughing like a crazy person, straightening after a while and pretending to wipe a tear from her eye.

  "You-" She pointed at him, "need me? Sorry, hard to believe. Please come again?" She said, her words drenched in sarcasm which made her ex teacher kick an innocent chair that just happened to be by his side. The wooden piece of furniture stumbled backwards, rolling over the carpet and hitting the nearest wall.

  "Listen here, you stupid girl!" He shouted, completely losing his last bit of patience towards her. "You're going to stay here because you're the only one who can help me train these useless idiots to become decent assassins!" She visibly flinched at his tone, thinking of the possible comeback but she remembered that Rapp was in the room, deciding to drop her arguments.

  "I will." Alexa nodded. "But just for a while and then you and your trainees can kiss my ass because I'm never coming up here again." She informed gripping the strap of her bag tighter than before. "I'm going to be in my room. Don't bother calling me for dinner, I'll be down when I'm hungry."

  Stan nodded, huffing with pride. "Rapp will share it with you, I can't risk you sneaking out again." He told her.

  "Sorry to interfere, sir, but I dont think that is smart." Mitch finally spoke after watching them while his back was leaned against the door they entered through. He earned a death glare from Hurley, telling him to shut the hell up.

  Alexa smirked. "Scared, handsome?" She asked him and Stan looked down at her, he knew she was flirting and that meant she liked Mitch. Which just meant bad things are coming, not for her but for others. "Don't worry I dont bite." She winked at him, seeing his biceps tense up. She turned around, walking up the stairs and Hurley turned to look at Mitch.

  "You dont try anything." He growled at the younger man, "She's a beast, you can't tame her, you understand?" He warned, pointing to Rapp's chest. Mitch nodded, parting his lips to ask, but Hurley got to it first. "She is also my step daughter so it's kind of my job to protect her, but I tell you boy she is worse than you think."

  "Understood, sir." Mitch answered. Stan turned around and walked into the kitchen telling him to bring his things here, and Mitch heard him through a soft daze while he was thinking about Alexa being Stan's step daughter. Why would he have a child if he had this kind of job? Wouldn't that be cruel?