𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ➤ [ 𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝 ]

12

Song- Radioactive
by
Imagine Dragon

"I CAN'T fucking believe this." I mumble, my voice harsh as I cross my arms, lowering myself into the cold, leather seat of the car.

"You better." Stan grumbles from beside me. I can already feel how agitated he is, picking it up from his voice.

As of now, I am stuck in the car with Stan Hurley.

Mitch, whom hasn't spoken to me since last night, scratch that, who hasn't even looked at me since last night, and Annike, has booked into a hotel, them spying on Borys Bartosh.

He is connected with Sharif in some way.

Stan did not want to give Mitch and I all the information as to why he is so important to the matter, so we had to relent, going along with the mission.

It was decided, by Hurley, that two of us should go into the hotel and spy on Borys. Mitch, of course, was essential to the plan, and Annike jumped ahead, voluntering to accompany him.

I was unsatisfied with this, wanting to object, but with the look that Mitch gave me, I decided to rather leave him be.

I know he is pushing me away, wanting to distance himself from me, but the thought tugs at me heart, no matter how hard I try to push it back.

That is why I am now stuck with Hurley, already wanting to hit my head against the window with frustration.

I'm supposed to be in there with Mitch. It's what I signed up for, now I'm stuck with an ex navy seal who has anger issues.

I know that I'm only trying to convince myself that I want to be there with Mitch for the mission, but I'm only lying to myself.

I want to make things right, even though I know it might be impossible.

I want Mitch to know how sorry I am and that I regret going through his file every single minute of every day.

He had started to trust me, and as always, I screwed it up.

"What's going on between you and Rapp?" Stan spoke, as if reading my thoughts, his voice slicing through the air, his head turned toward me.

I whip my head in his direction, frowning, some of my strawberry blonde hair falling in front of my eyes.

Stan raises his eyebrows, clearly amused, his tongue poking his cheek as he awaits my answer.

"It's nothing sir." I answer him, but this only makes him more intrigued, "Wood, you're not that good of a liar." I almost choke, not becuase of his statement, but because he called me by my surname.

I know that he knows my real name, it just suprises me that he decided to adress me by it.

With I sigh, I pull at my roots, biting my lip in anxiousness.