Hitman: Captured | #1 - HIATUS

► Chapter 4

I don't remember when I fell asleep. All I did was close my eyes for a split second after spending hours looking through the window at the ceiling; Alexei had cleaned up, spoke to Neil and Frank before he left saying he was staying at hotel forty minutes from here. Neil didn't try to talk to me after he cleaned up, aside from bringing me another bottle of water and sheets to keep me from catching a cold.

Nothing is making sense to me anymore, so I don't bother questioning the appetizing aroma of breakfast spreading throughout the loft until it is all that enters my lungs. I stir awake, moving my leg forgetting I was shot last night which I am quickly reminded by the dull ache in my muscle. The Naproxen must have worn off; I pull myself up, resting my back against the armrest of the couch and look over to the kitchen.

I immediately recognize the short blonde hair and the muscular back facing me. I hold in a sigh feeling too tired to handle another argument with the man which for some reason gets in my nerves by simply existing. I shove the sheets off my body, frowning as I try to remember when I took off my pants or even cover myself with the sheets.

Yeah, I rather not think about it.

I begin to move my legs over the couch, groaning painfully when the muscles of my thigh contracts from the effort resulting in me using my hand to put it over—both feet meeting the cool wood floors. On the white coffee table, an unopened bottle of water and bottle of Aleve is at the corner for easier reach, "Don't move too much or you're going to make yourself bleed so early in the morning. I'll be right there with your breakfast, so you can take the painkiller." Neil's deep voice is relaxing, breathing out as I listen to the way it falls like a stream to my ears.

How can someone's voice sound so refreshing and comforting? I have no idea, but that voice does not match with his terrible attitude. "It's too early in the morning to be telling me what to do," I murmur to myself. I have a terrible need to use the bathroom and my bladder is not being patient in waiting for my ass to get up and walk. "I need to use the bathroom." I announce standing up from the blue couch nearly losing my balance in my attempt to not put any weight on my right.

I hear small clattering in behind me, "I'll be right there," He replies. I look down at myself again, holding back the shivers from wearing only my underwear—at least the red flannel over my black shirt helps. Although, I feel desperate for a shower and a mouthwash, "Alexei should be here soon with what you need to freshen up." Neil clarifies walking around the blue couch and lifts up my arm to place it over his shoulder.

He decides to carry me bridal style once more like I weigh nothing—wouldn't be surprised when his muscles feel like bricks against my lean build except it does bug me how he can carry me like I'm some damsel in distress. I remember how I unintentionally barfed over him and I flushed in embarrassment, "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to...you know. I got a little too anxious."

The blonde man doesn't spare me a glance at first; his attractive face is solemn, "It's fine. Alexei already explained it to me last night and frankly speaking I deserved it. Usually, my job is to kill people not to protect them, so this is new to me."

I furrow my eyebrows staring at the side of his face, "So, you're an assassin?"

He snorts sardonically, "No, I'm a Hitman."

"You mean Hitman, Hitman? Like the movie Hitman?"

He gives me a look, "No, I was not genetically engineered. Stop talking, okay? You still smell like vomit." I frown in anguish, resisting the temptation to mercilessly yank his hair if it weren't for the fact he's carrying me and climbing the stairs. Immediately I take notice of a second set of stairs leading to the roof; reaching the second floor I see a moderately sized room; the bed in which Frank is resting is pushed against the far right corner next to a small window and a wide mirror beside the window.