𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 ┃𝗖.𝗠.𝗕

#5

"Corbyn?" a familiar sweet voice called from upstairs.

"Where are you?"  His eyes squeezed closed in frustration, his hands slipping the gun into his jeans after turning the safety switch back on. 

Corbyn let out a small grunt of anger before darting back upstairs before Robert would suspect anything.  His hands clenched into fists, the small yet curious girl already giving him a headache without barely speaking to him. 

As Corbyn slid back into his room, he heard footsteps down the hallway and groaned.  He looked around quickly, running a hand through his curls nervously as he pulled the pistol out of his back jean pocket. 

The echo of y/n's footsteps were getting louder and his eyes flickered around the room, panicking slightly at the idea of ​​the girl finding out what he was really there for.  Corbyn laid back down on the rumpled sheets, hiding his phone underneath the pillow which The Boss had given to him so that he could be contacted in case of emergencies or any important updates on the mission. 

Stuffing the gun quickly under the end of the covers as y/n gently opened the door, he tried to look as natural as possible.  Y/n smiled as she saw him, her caramel eyes flashing with nothing but kindness.  She was holding a breakfast tray in her hands, the cup of coffee wobbling slightly, the china shaking as she struggled to open the door with the tray in her arms.

Corbyn watched her struggle until she set the tray down on the beside table, putting her hands on her curvy hips with a relieved smile.  Her hair was in gentle waves, her outfit clean cut and professional as if she was working in an office.  Her feet were in mismatched colorful socks and he held in a snort. 

"My mother told me to get the maid to bring up your breakfast" she shrugged gently, "... but I thought you would prefer a friendly face rather than a silent maid." 

"Friendly?"  he raised an eyebrow.  She shrugged again with a sheepish smile. 

"Familiar?" 

"Thanks for bringing it up" he mumbled, hoping she would take the hint to leave him alone for once.  Of course like the irritating girl that she was she

Of course, like the irritating girl that she was, she continued talking and made herself comfy on his bed. 

Corbyn's eyes widened slightly and his body stiffened as she relaxed, her long legs spread out before her until they almost touched the gun.  As she shuffled around he felt more nervous as he sipped his coffee, glancing down to where the sheet rose slightly with the pistol beneath it, only inches away from her left foot. 

"I do not really like coffee, but I do not like tea either" she rambled on aimlessly, "I know that is bad ... I'm British so I should love tea but it makes me feel so sick so I just can not drink it. I love hot chocolate though, I could drink that until I burst-"

" Do you ever stop talking? " 
he interrupted with a slight snap. 
She looked down, slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry ... I just do not often have people to talk to, I guess I'm going a little overboard." 

"You think?"  he retorted.  Her face fell slightly but he could not give a damn, he was too stressed about the fact that her toe was about three centimeters away from his pistol, something which he could not explain without telling the truth. 

There is no way that the curious girl would keep her mouth shut about his gun, the girl could hardly ever seem to stop talking about nonsense and it would eventually slip out. 

"Look ..." he said. 

"I'm just really tired right now. I haven't slept in a while so it's all kind of coming back to me, you know? I just wanted some peace and quiet." 

"I can do that" she nodded eagerly.  Corbyn held a pillow over his eyes, hoping she would leave. 

"Good." 

He peeked an eye open when he heard no movement and gritted his teeth when he saw her shuffling around again, trying to stay quiet. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm giving you peace and quiet ..." she mumbled innocently, then pleaded with him slightly, "Oh come on, I never get to see anyone. I get tutored online and I only ever meet my parents or their stuck up  friends. I will not bother you ... I just wanted some company. " 

When she slid closer to smile at him and got almost too close to the pistol by her foot, he snapped, coming off harsher than he wanted as he practically pushed her off the bed. 

"No!" 

Her face clouded with disappointment. 

"Okay, fine. I'll go."

"y/n-" he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in She sent him another smile as she fled the room, but it was a different kind of smile, perhaps not as certain as if she had been let down. 

Corbyn huffed out a breath once the door closed, sighing in relief and stashing it underneath the second pillow safely.  He had searched for a safe once he had first arrived in the room, but knew that if Robert did not trust him, that would be the first place where he could check for anything suspicious.  Most of all, Corbyn did not know how he was going to kill the girl that was a little too curious, never seeming to take the hint to leave him alone.

Y/n had come into his room the next morning with a beaming smile and freshly dyed hair.  He noticed that she had got more strands of golden sunlight mixed in alongside the natural caramel brown color that matched her eyes.

  He wrinkled his nose slightly, thinking that she looked a lot better when she was not made up like some kind of barbie doll with lipstick on and tight clothes. 

The night before when she had dropped in his dinner with sad eyes from his attitude, she had only a pair of smart jeans on with a baggy jumper, looking much more comfy and innocent than all of the other clothes she forced herself into.

While his eyes immediately appreciated the tightness of her pencil skirt and the way that her plump lips were outlined even more prominently with red lipstick, he could not hep but notice how awkward she almost looked in the outfit, but at the same time it  appeared like she was used to it. 

"You going somewhere?" 

he questioned, stretching slightly.  She sent him a look and shook her head. 

"I told you, I do not get to go out much. I am just meeting with my tutors, I have Math and History today, before French in the afternoon."

"You dress up like that for a tutor?"  he raised an eyebrow, snorting through his nose. She wrinkled her nose, looking down slightly with a slight sadness in her eyes. 

"My parents like me to look presentable around the house, even if it's only Natalia, my tutor."

Corbyn hummed under his breath, searching her as if he was trying to work out her out.  Y/n hated his questioning gaze, as if he wanted to poke his nose where he should not.  She turned her nose up slightly, smoothing down her clothes before getting ready to leave. 

"Wait!" 
he called after her desperately.  She turned around, her eyebrows furrowing slightly but her polite smile stayed plastered onto her face.  She tapped her fingers against the door gently, and he took note of her pale pink that her nails were painted, a small gold ring resting on her thumb. 

She played with it protectively and he narrowed his eyes slightly before looking back at up at her with an innocent glance. 

"W-What am I supposed to do all day?"  he fiddled with his thumbs impatiently. 

"Can I help with anything or look around?"  y/n shrugged.