Mitch Rapp, Wild Ride, Part 2/Changed A Slight Bit

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"Y/N! Mitch! Can you come here please." My father shouted stopping me and Mitch as we fought in the boxing ring. "I totally won." I said as we walked out and over to my dads office. "Sure, whatever you think." Mitch said with a playful eye roll.

"What's up?" I said once we walked into the office room. "You too are going on a mission. Laura and me as well." "Woah, what? Laura? Coming on a mission? Why?" Mitch asked, concerning clearly in his voice. "Because we need to pose as a family. A family with a small child. Laura has been training ever since you were both taken and that was a year ago. She's ready. Plus like I said, I'm coming too. You must be an idiot if you think I would really send Laura on a mission without me." "Whats the mission?" I asked wanting to know what we're getting ourselves into. "Skull is an organisation. They are basically the bad guys. They want to start a Third World War. They are getting delivered bomb equipment in 3 weeks in Italy. I want us to pose as a family and follow them around everywhere. We have pictures of some of them which we will use to recognise them with. They are staying at a beach house, we will be 2 houses away. Apparently they are arriving on the Monday and collecting on the Friday. We will be arriving on the Sunday, that'll give us time to set up. Oh, and we get a dog named Ace." "Wow, well...that's a lot to take in." I said shaking my head slightly. "Just get ready, train a little, tell Laura and go meet the dog. He's with Andrew." "Okay sir." Mitch said before intertwining our fingers and leaving the room.

Skip to the mission

Monday, our first day of the mission. Arriving yesterday was easy and the beach house is amazing. It's such a shame we're only here for a mission.

I was walking around the town trying to find anyone or anything suspicious. So far there's nothing. Mitch, Stan and Laura are all at the house playing with the dog Ace. As you can tell they are very focused on this mission.

Walking down the street I see something that made my heart speed up. My palms became sweaty and I felt a lump in my throat. "It can't be him. You shot him remember. He should be dead. It can't be Ghost."

Just as my mind finished arguing he saw me. My whole body froze as a sickly smirk came on to his face and he started walking fast towards me. Before I could run he grabbed ahold of wrist and wouldn't let me go.

"What a lovely surprise it is to see you here, Y/N." "Y-you can't be here. You should be dead. I-I shot you." "Bullet proof best honey. Now tell me, how's the family. Big man Stan doing okay? What about my lovely daughter, Laura?" "Laura is not you daughter." I said, my teeth gritting together. "Oh I think she is. What's her full name?" Ghost said with a smirk thinking that her last name was still his. "Laura Elizabeth Rapp." Ghost eyes quickly looked into mine, anger clearly in them. "What?" He questioned holding my wrist tighter.

When me and Rapp started dating we decided to change Laura's last name to his. I know it's early but Rapp was always a better father figure to Laura than her actual father. "Her full name is Laura Elizabeth Rapp." I said through gritted teeth.

In anger Ghost pulled back his fist and hit me right on the cheek. I fell to the floor in pain, my hand hovering over the spot he punched. Everyone on the street had seemed to of cleared off as if Ghost had told them to right before he punched me. "You better watch out Y/N, I'm still not over the fact that you tried to kill me. I thought we loved each other, we were meant to be together forever...Meet me here tonight, 11:40pm." Ghost said, bringing his face down to mine, his breath fanning over it. "And if you don't, I'll kill your little boyfriend and Laura." He pulled away and ran off.

I carefully stood up, my head going a little bit dizzy from the hit. My eyes were full to the brim with tears though I wouldn't let them out. I couldn't let Mitch or Stan know I was crying. They'd ask too many questions and then get hurt.

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