Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Nightmare Part 3-Mitch Rapp

Dedicated to ScorchedThomas2922

Reader's POV

"Y/N?" I thought I heard someone hiss. "Come on, Y/N. Wake up."

My eyes fluttered open, my head instantly pounding. I lifted my head to see Mitch letting out a relieved sigh.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Where are we? What happened?"

"You were right," he sighed. "Security was off. It was a trap."

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath. "I'm sorry, Mitch. I should've seen this coming. Every time Anthony gets a new product, he pulls his security. He makes it looks like the room is empty, but they're actually hiding around the corner until the opportune moment to pounce. He used to do this kind of thing for a week after he got a new product."

Mitch just nodded as he looked around the room. "We gotta get out of here," he mumbled.

"There's no point," I sighed. "I'm sure Anthony recognized me on the spot. He should be here any minute."

"Glad to see you still remember how I run things, babe."

I sighed, Mitch glaring, as the door opened. I turned to see Anthony walking in, his infamous smirk on his face.

"How's my ex-favorite girl doing?" He teased.

"Business looks good," I smirked. "But your security still doesn't know how to tie someone up."

I stood up, my restraints falling to the ground as I smirked at him. I kicked my chair back, fighting one of the guards. As I fought, I briefly forgot about Mitch. Until. . .

"Enough!" Anthony yelled. I looked over and froze when he was holding Mitch, pointing a gun at him.

I put my hands up, stepping away. I grunted when two guys forced me to my knees as Anthony did the same to Mitch. I held my breath as Anthony looked between Mitch and me.

"Strange," he mumbled. "I didn't think. . . Who. . ."

I watched with wide eyes as Anthony leaned down and got in Mitch's face. "If you touch him," I threatened.

"What?" Anthony scoffed, looking over his shoulder at me. "Why does Nightmare care so much about some CIA agent?"

He smirked as he looked back at Mitch. "Oh," he said in a sing-songy voice. "I see it now. Same eyes, same murderous glare. You must be related. Siblings?"

He stood up and smirked down at Mitch, who was glaring up at him. I sucked in a breath when Anthony let out a loud, overly obnoxious laugh.

"By the look on his face, I'm guessing he is older than you," he said as he turned around, sending me a look that made me want to throw up. "That makes things very interesting," he taunted.

"Anthony," I said through my teeth. "Enough. Let him go. This shit is between you and me. He has nothing to do with it. I was the one who screwed you over. Three years ago, remember? I messed up your shipment. It wasn't a coincidence that Marillo got to your shipment first. I took Marillo's payment, stole your money that was supposed to go towards the shipment, and ran. It was me. Not him. Let him go."

Anthony's jaw clenched as I mentioned his and my last interaction. I was supposed to help him ship some merchandise overseas, but I double-crossed him. His rival paid me more for it.

"I am well aware of how you screwed me," he said through his teeth. His anger turned into a cocky smirk. "Which is exactly why I'm going to keep your brother here. It's perfect. To get to you, I hurt him."