Really into the whole Mitch Rapp/Lydia Martin pairing. I won't adress Lydia/Stiles in this story because I ship them so I just ignore that and won't mention it here. So, what to expect as a reader of this story…
No deeper storyline because of lack of free time, a bit of angst, AU, and well porn (is it porn if it's written?) Anyho, don't read if you don't like people having sex on paper in front of you (Lydia/Mitch). Or if your offended by the lame jokes and comebacks (me). Don't know how long it'll be since I might (probably not) get some quality time myself at some point.
Takes place about 3 years after "American assassin", and same for "Teen Wolf".
I don't own Mitch Rapp, Lydia Martin, Teen Wolf or American Assassin.
"I'm sorry, you want me to do what?"
"Protect her"
"Protect what exactly?"
"A girl"
He tilted his head to indicate that he was listening intently, still managing to keep the anarchist expression on his face.
The expression that drove Stan Hurley up the wall several times a week. Irene Kennedy smiled, always the one witht hem ost patience.
"I'm supposed to protect a girl? I'm sorry, I must have missed the fact that I was enrolled in some bodyguard classes, especially since I'm supposed to be going to Germany tomorrow"
"That ship has saled"
Stan whistled, secretly a bit happy about Mitch's predicament.
"I'm not a bodyguard"
"For this one girl, you are"
Kennedy handed him a file and he flipped it open to reveal a picture of a beautiful strawberry blonde girl.
"Whats so special about her?"
Stan smirked, old enough to have noticed his reaction to the picture.
"Have you ever heard about banshees?"
He left the meeting an hour later and was about to step into the elevator when Stan stopped him.
"I know there's other stuff you'd rather be doing, but this is important"
"I understand"
"Don't do that"
"Do what?"
"Just say what I wanna hear. I want you to follow the rules this time, no own agenda, no ideas and definately not something I will have a hard time explaining later, okay Rapp?"
"Scout's honour Sir"
Rapp saluted him just as the elevator doors closed and he sighed.
"That would mean more to me if you were actually a boy scout"