dark corners of the cruel world▪mitch rapp

♤ the mission ♤

The morning after, Alexa woke up even earlier than usual. As she woke up, she could feel a warm feeling across her back. Then she realized that it was Mitch's skin she was feeling, still hot and sticky from sweat. The realization made her muscles contract involuntarily, her legs and arms already working to throw her out of the bed. The girl almost tripped over but managed to somehow scramble for her clothes and put them on before Mitch woke up. She cursed under her breath, mentally slapping herself for sleeping with Hurley's favorite trainee. The room smelled like cigarettes, sweat, and alcohol. The air was stale and heavy, making it hard to breathe. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she went over to the windows and chaotically pulled them open, dragging in the fresh, chilly morning air.

"What are you doing?" Mitch asked as he straightened himself in the bed, squinting his eyes. He was desperately trying to accommodate himself to the light, but it was still too bright and too sudden.

Alexa huffed and threw his clothes at him, putting her long hair in a ponytail afterward.

"Why are you so nervous?" he groaned, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes. The girl looked at him as if he was that dumb, which he was apparently.

"Hurley is going to be here any minute now, you moron," she growled, taking her towel and clean clothes, standing in front of the bathroom to take another scolding look at the trainee. "I'm going to take a shower and you better not fall asleep again before I come out. And change the sheets," she commanded, going into the bathroom before Rapp could argue. She threw her clothes away in a haste, going into the shower and turning it too cold to wake up completely. She shivered under the freezing water, trying to be done as quickly as possible.

Once she was, she pulled on her clothes and went out, finding Mitch trying to pull on a bed cover, cursing under his breath as it slipped off from the opposite side of the bed. "I have no fucking clue how you're even trying to become an assassin when you can't put a bed cover on," Alexa growled at him, pushing him away from the bed and doing a perfect job of finishing what he was doing.

"It's too small for this bed," he scoffed, taking his clean clothes and disappearing into the bathroom.

The woman looked around the room, checking if anything else was to be cleaned before Hurley arrived. But Rapp did a great job of destroying the evidence that anything happened the night before. She tried to think of anything they might've forgotten. Nothing came to mind at first, but then she remembered. They took a taxi home last night and left the car in the town.

"Rapp, I'm going to go get the car," she yelled at Mitch through the closed door, trying to collect herself and not panic. She couldn't afford to panic, not with Hurley probably only an hour away from coming home.

Before she could hear Mitch say anything, she was downstairs, pulling on her black leather jacket and running out of the house. She was now running on pure adrenaline, which made it easy to decide to take a bike ride to the town. If she was correct, it would only take her twenty minutes to get there, which meant ten back, and those odds looked more than appealing considering her situation.

So she peeled Hurley's bike away from the side of their cottage and mounted it, setting the speed to highest and cycling as fast as she could. She cut through the mountain air, her arms and legs were completely numb, either from the rush or the cold, working completely on their own. Going this fast on a bike was not a good idea, considering that the woodland landscape around her seemed almost like a blur as she sped past.

Although, she had a lot of experience biking as well as little to no sense of fear when it came to dangerous situations. The only dangerous situation that at the very least intimidated her was the one she had caused through screwing Mitch Rapp. She wished she could slap herself. This was unacceptable.