Ashes Revenge ✔️

Chapter 42: Ready?

Scarlett

I'm a mix of emotions. It's finally the time. The house was a mess last night, the team packing guns, clothes, granades, knives, reviewing the plan over and over.

I only had to put inside the car the black heavy bag that I brought with me on my first day. It has all my guns and outfit for missions.  Then of course I added my suitcases, every one of them. I didn't left anything on the mansion.

We're going on a private jet to Russia and get ready in a mansion Dominic has there.

Going to the garage with everything, I see a bunch of SUVs getting loaded with guns, baggage and people.

I'm going on a SUV with Dion, Mason and Cole. Entering it I see Dion and Cole at the front leaving the seat next to me for Mason. Oh God.

I say hi to them both and put my airpods as quick as I can before Mason gets in.

The drive is quiet only Dion and Cole talk from what I see their lips move. I stare out of the window as Mason does the same. I steal a couple of glances at him, and I saw from the reflexion that he did it too.

Arriving the jet park, my eyebrows rose up. It's giant. Bigger then when Mason and I got to Italy.

Italy. It seems so long ago that everything was fine. I know it's my fault that we're not talking and he decided to give me the space I needed and asked. I'm grateful for it, but I miss him.

Us four are the last getting in. Mason and I seat at the most far away seat, who's hidden from everybody.

"Want to take the window place?" He asks softly and I shake my head. "You can keep it." I know he likes to look out.

"Kitten." Mason says softly, with his index finger bringing my chin to look at him.

I missed that nickname.

"Yeah?" I whisper, stunned as to how a simple touch makes my skin warm with tingles. "I don't think less of you for what happened. If everything I think even more. You're the strongest person I know. Just stop pulling me away. I'll give you all the time you need just promise me that you won't leave me." He whispers with such vulnerability in his eyes.

I lean forward and peck his lips.

God I missed them.

Not having enough, I connect back our lips as his hand goes to the side of my cheek, his fingers tangled on my hair. As our lips move in sync, I pull myself closer to him, our legs touching. He's kissing me so gentle and reflecting that he's here for me no matter what.

Pulling back slowly, our noses still touching, and lips brushing, I nod. "I promise." I mutter our lips touching slightly as mine move.

"I like you, a lot. Don't forget that." He mumbles softly and a smile breaks on my lips. "I like you too, a lot." I brush my nose with his, making him chuckle softly.

I lean my head on his shoulder as his arm wraps around my waist, and relaxed to be a on his embrace, I fall asleep.

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Mason and I have a bedroom together, so I'm on the huge bathroom getting ready. I dress a black turtle neck sweater and black tight pants with my Air force. On my legs, above the pants there's a support belt for knives on the side of my thigh and a gun on the other side. There's a other around my waist where I fit another two guns.

I dress the bullet proof vest, putting bullets recharges inside the belt pockets on my waist, next to my two black glocks.

Putting my hair in a ponytail I put a machine gun in front of me, hanging from my neck. And another glock on the waistline of my jeans, on my back.

You got this. You've worked hard to for it. 'You're like thunder never forget that, it's magical and dangerous' My mom words come to my head and I sigh leaving the bathroom.

Mason is putting his black Converse on, his outfit being similar to mine. There's a sniper on the bed, that's probably for him.

"Ready, kitten?" He says looking up making me nod, putting myself between his legs I feel his large hands cupping my ass.

"Are you?" I run my hands through his soft dark hair. "I've been waiting for six years... I guess I am." I nod, pecking his forehead.

Mason gets up and grabs my hand, leading me downstairs. He stops me on the middle of the stairs. "By the way, you look fucking hot in all that." He whispers sending shivers through my body and I smirk looking at him. "Unfortunately, can't say the same."

Lies.

He slaps my ass, glaring playfully down at me, before we meet with the rest of the guys.

There's so many, I can't even count.

I just hope this doesn't goes wrong. It's not. It's going to be all good.

Have faith.

It's going to be fine.