Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Safe & Sound Part 2-Mitch Rapp

After my bullet wound was healed, Stan found a new house for Logan and me. It was in a safe neighborhood in the town not too far from Stan's House of Assassins. We wanted somewhere close by just in case.

"Now, remember," Stan said as his assassins helped packed the last of our things into our car. "I'm not far away and you have the house number, my office number, and my cell number. If either of you needs anything, Y/N, just call me."

"Stan," I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around him. "Thank you," I whispered.

Stan broke the hug, sighing as he looked down at Logan. As he said goodbye to my son, something over his shoulder caught my eye.

It was Mitch Rapp walking down the steps of the house with two duffel bags in his hands. Without having to ask, I already knew one bag was his clothes and the other was his guns.

"Rapp," Victor said through his teeth. "You're late."

"Late?" I asked, looking between the three assassins.

"Yes," Hurley cleared his throat. "Y/N, honey, I'm sending Rapp with you. I want him to be there for a month, at least, to ensure that you two are safe."

"Oh," I said, looking between Rapp and Hurley. "That's okay. . . I guess," I whispered the last part.

We didn't say another word as we finished packing the car. Once Logan was in the back seat, his seatbelt buckled and him already distracted by something on the iPad, I said my final goodbyes to Stan.

"I mean it," he said, gently rubbing my arms. "Rapp is there to ensure the house and the neighborhood is 100% safe. And I'm only a phone call away."

I gave him a final hug before heading back to the car. I turned around and watched as Hurley shook Rapp's hand.

"Rapp," he said, his voice different from when he was speaking to me. "I am counting on you to protect them. This is more important than any other mission you've been on. It may not seem like it is, but it is. Do not let anything happen to Y/N or Logan. You are my best assassin. Use it to protect them. . . They are the closest thing I have to family."

"Yes, sir." Rapp nodded. He walked over and stopped me. "What are you doing?"

"Getting in the driver's seat," I stuttered. The look on his face told me that he was going to drive. "Never mind," I mumbled. "Guess you're driving."

* * * * *

We've been in the house a week now and things are still strange between Mitch and I. On the other hand, Logan has already taken to him. Which, of course, makes me nervous. I knew this man wouldn't be around for long, but does Logan know that?

Luckily, the longer we were around each other, the more Mitch warmed up to us. He started eating dinner with us, not keeping himself locked in his room 24/7, and he even started coming with us to the park whenever Logan needed to get out of the house.

Two weeks later, things had done a complete 180 with Mitch. He was still protecting us, but it didn't feel the same. I also noticed he had started to smile and laugh more. To be honest, I liked seeing this side of him.

I woke up from my nightmare with a start. I took a few deep breaths in hopes of calming myself down. Ever since Alan found us and shot me, I've been having nightmares.

"No!" I heard Logan yell. "Mommy!"

I jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway, towards Logan's room. I stopped outside the door as Mitch beat me to it.

"Hey," he soothed as he ran over to Logan who was sitting straight up in bed. Mitch sat next to him, taking Logan in his arms as he pulled him into his chest.