Rose's POV
"Do you think this looks alright?" I found myself sitting in the middle of Adrian's bed with a ton of papers sprawled out around me. Last minute details making their way into my brain.
Adrian stood before me in a black suit, sporting a black button down and tie. He looked like a handsome devil. I had no idea why he was asking me for my opinion, but yet again I knew deep down he worked off his own insecurities. It was odd, how different him and I were. I put the paper I was reading down and made sure he knew I was being honest. I took the time to study him, making sure he saw my eyes trailing up and down him.
"Yes, thats a great look on you." A crocked smile crossed his features as he turned back to study himself in the mirror.
I was suppose to be getting ready myself, but something about the paperwork in front of me had been bugging me. We had been handed Janine Mazurs file, with strict instructions to bring her back alive no matter the cost. The mission itself was not the problem. I had no doubt in my mind that we could find this woman and bring her back in no time at all. Especially since all four of us were in on this.
Her file was plain, simple. Almost too simple. It stated her date of birth, where she grew up and her parents. It had no information on friends, or other family. It also had no reason as to why Victor wanted her so badly. Overall though there was nothing wrong with the words written on the pages.
No, the thing that bothered me the most was the picture accompanying the file. Janine Mazur was a woman in her mid forties. She had striking red hair, that formed in curls around her face. Her eyes glowed almost the color of a clear ocean. I had never seen anyone like her. For an older woman she was what some men would consider beautiful. But there was something about the woman that struck something inside of me.
Her facial features, her jawline, her nose reminded me of someone. Of something familiar. I shook my head for the millionth time and put the file down. I had been clearly around Dimitri for too long. He was once again filling my head with rubbish. It was his fault I had been over thinking this. He had to just mention that the woman looked familiar.
It angered me to no end how much that man was a pain in my ass. He was always doing or saying something that would work you to no end. It was like he was some kind of sneaky farmer, always planting a seed of doubt in you. Too bad for him I was what we would call a black thumb, there was no way that seed would sprout within me.
With a loud sigh and a wave I left the room and walked across the hall into my own hotel room. We had taken a flight the night before to some small town in Pennsylvania. It was literally in the middle of no where and only three small, and worn down hotels, or more motels, were in the area. We had checked in under false names, and worked hard to alter our appearances.
I did not have to worry too much since my pink hair would make anyone roll their eyes and look away. It had also caused Dimitri to give me a 2 hour lecture on the flight here about how I should dye it back to brown and let it grow out. He had this odd obsession with my hair, and I knew it bothered him that for the last two years I had messed with it to no end. It was part of the reason I had continued to do it, even when we had been apart.
I myself pulled out a similar suit to Adrian's. It was a lot more snug and would look amazing on me though. It was aimed to give us that men in black look, but even more it was suppose to show the don't mess with me attitude. I usually wore something a little more unique but tonight I did not feel like putting forth the extra effort.
I just wanted to get this mission done with. I wanted to go back and hopefully figure out a way so I could be on my own again. Being around the boys had brought up all the memories from our training days, and I did not mind that. No, it was the memories with Dimitri I did not want clawing their way back up, though I could feel them there, always nagging at me. Just like he was always doing.
With another shake of my head, I stripped off all my clothes and made my way into the shower. There was nothing like the feel of hot water against your back after a flight. I had never liked flying, it made me feel trapped, something I would never voice. I much preferred driving. The open road, the right car, yea it was freeing.
I let my head fall under the water and I watched as some of the pink dye washed off. It pooled around my feet and I could not help but stare at it. It was almost like everything else in my life. Never permeant and always changing.
The door to my room opening slowly and quietly, but not quiet enough had me reaching for my gun next to the sink. I let the water continue to run as I eased myself out of the shower. My hair was still dripping wet, but I had no time to worry about that. Some dumb ass was trying to get into my room, and they were going to pay. One handed I quickly put the robe on that hung on the back of the door, and caught my barring.
I closed my eyes and let my other senses kick in. It was part of our extensive training, so much so that we had spent three weeks on hearing things that were not meant to be heard. Everything sounded right and I almost went back in the shower thinking I was paranoid. This was a seedy part of town, but no one would actually try something, not with the guys being my neighbors. I thought that until I heard the noise I had been listening for.
Breathing. It was soft, calm, and so sure of itself. I let out a small growl of frustration. There was only one person who could sound like that. Only one person dumb enough to sneak into my room. I whipped the door open ready to tackle him down. One thing went wrong though, I was too angry and not totally in control. He was one step ahead of me. I had underestimated how close to the bathroom door he was. In a second he had the gun out of my hand it landing half way across the room and I landed on the bed.
I tried to struggle up but before I knew it Dimitri covered me with his much larger body. He had the nerve to smirk at me as I refused to give up. I bucked under him, I thrashed and even almost slapped him. All those which he stopped, all of which seemed to egg him on. I knew better though, I had no weapon and he had a tight hold on me. And honestly he felt good where he was.
"Rozzzza." He leaned closer to me, god this fucking Russian was something else. His eyes travelled up and down my body like I had done to Adrian earlier, except this time the look was erotic.
I hated my body for the way it reacted. I tried with all my might to not let him affect me. I rehearsed my rules and regulations over and over in my head. I even tried to buck some more. It was all useless the moment his hips dipped into mine and I felt how much he wanted me in that moment.
"Get off Dimitri." The words were meant to be harsh, a demand. Instead they came out low and my voice betrayed me by being husky.
"I know you don't want that. You're lying. Come on Roza, I can hear your heart beating fast." He pulled back just enough to press his ear against my chest, the action causing the robe to slip a bit open. Not enough to give him a complete view, but enough to cause him to press up to me a little closer.
I knew what he would hear, I could no longer control myself. My breathing joined my erotic heart, and I started to hate myself. An emotion only he had been able to bring out in me. I had worked so hard to hide everything in me, and here he was in matter of seconds breaking every wall I had built.
He lifted his head back to look at me and the smirk returned. The man was just fucking pure evil. I had no idea why he did this to me. The only conclusion I could come up with was that he wanted and needed to control me. A man like Dimitri would thrive knowing he could do such a thing to me. A man like Dimitri lived off the power he could have over someone, especially someone like me.
"I fucking swear Dimitri, I will fucking kill you." My resolve grew as I got angry at his controlling nature. He was not going to win. Not now.
"You won't kill me Roza." He chuckled lightly as his nose brushed against my neck.
I gasped and my eyes fluttered closed. I could feel his hand float down towards my thighs. I knew what was going to happen, and instead of stopping it, I pushed upward getting closer to him.
His hand landed on my inner thigh, inching up so fucking slowly. It was almost painful how slow he was going. His rough hand massaged me sensually and without my consent a small moan left me. I could feel my body readying itself for him. My core becoming wet, my stomach tightening.
"Tell me to stop Roza. Tell me and I'll leave you alone." He was giving me a way out. I should have said no, I should have demanded him to stop, instead I said nothing.
His hand on thigh lightly feathered up again. I could feel him hovering over my bare lips. I knew what I wanted and the thought that he was going to give it to me, made this all that much better. I readied myself for his next touch but it never came. His weight came off me and I was left breathing heavily.
"W-what are you doing?" My voice was shaky, I felt wrong. I felt like I needed something more.
"I'm proving a point Roza. You want me." He ran his hand through his hair and fixed his prominent erection. "I won't take you until you admit it to me."
With those words he walked out of the room. My eyes widened as I stared at the now closed door. I had no idea where to let my thoughts wonder to. Had that really just happened to me? Did he really just work me up, only to leave me hanging?
"That fucking bastard!" My hands fisted and I punched the mattress. I hated that man.
I had to work hard but in a matter of seconds I had my breathing under control. The only thing I did not have control over seemed to be my fucking vagina. It was such a traitor. How could I let him do that to me? How dare he do that to me?
I headed back into the shower this time turning the water cold. Not that it did much to help my throbbing core. He knew the effect he had on me. He knew that with time I would give in. It had been what I had done before. But this time it was different.
If Dimitri wanted to play me like that, then I was going to give him a fucking hell of a hard time. I was not going to play his little game. I was not going to be subjected to begging. It was not who I was. He should have known better. Yet again he never did know how to deal with me properly.
"Hey Rose you ok?" Christian eyed me warily as I made my way to the front lobby where we were to meet.
"Peachy." I knew I should have answered better, but I was fuming. And at the moment I did not care if he knew. Christian opened his mouth but was stopped when someone stood in front of us.
"Here." Dimitri walked over handing us both a paper. It was map of the location he had last spotted Janine. It seemed to be a warehouse not too far away.
I was a little thrown off by the location, but who was I to question it. Our fearless fucking jackass of a leader was in control. I snickered thinking about how this would pan out if he was wrong. Surely he would not throw me under the bus? No, he wouldn't not when he wanted something from me.
I looked up to nod but was caught off guard by the way he was looking at me. It was as if Dimitri was seeing me, but yet not. His eyes focused on me, but he seemed lost in his own world. I was beginning to get a little worried until he shook his head, giving me one last look before he turned away and grabbed Adrian by the arm.
"Trouble in paradise?" Christian nudged into my shoulder, and I rolled my eyes.
"There is not a paradise, so there cannot be any trouble." I started to walk but he caught my arm, a similar smirk to Dimitri's crossing his lips.
"Sometimes I think you should just give in Rose. Is it really worth the fight?" Without letting me answer he walked away leaving me speechless.
There were times when I truly thought Christian was on my side. He enjoyed being an assassin as much as I did. And he was pretty damn good at it. Not as good as Dimitri or I, but there was a reason he was number three. He followed the rules, and never once questioned anything handed to him.
Then there were times like this when I could not help but think he had started to wonder. He had been in contact with Dimitri this last year. I had yet to find out everything that had gone down since I had disappeared. But it seemed as if the boys had signed a pack. They were a lot closer than before. Even Adrian was talking to Dimitri, willingly.
My head ached. I had no idea why I was always fighting the feeling within me. I knew I had rules to follow. I knew I had a cause. The problem was I really had no idea why I did any of it. I rubbed my temples trying to make it all go away. I was here, I had a job, and I could not let anything get in the way.
"You ready?" Dimitri stood before me. He was stoic and so sure of himself. But I could see something flash in his eyes as he took me in.
"I'm always ready." I dropped my hands to my sides and stood up straight.
"Good that's just the way I like you." He winked at me and turned his back on me. A shiver made its way through me. No matter what he would always have this effect on me. God I fucking hated him.
Ha I know the chapter did not seem like much but I hope you all caught on to the little things! And how much of a tease Dimitri just was! How many of you thought they were going to go at it? I'm planning something between them but I need it to happen at just the right moment, which is usually when you least expect it.
So what did you think? Will she give in? Will he give up? And who wants the next chapter?