Max's POV
"Max?" I hear Fang ask.
"Hmmm...?" I respond contentedly. So far we've been nowhere and done nothing but drive. I have the window down so I can feel the wind in my face. We've also been listening to whatever music Fang wants to. Which is either hardcore rock or rap? I've never wondered about what kind of music he likes to listen to before. Actually, I don't think I ever thought he listened to music. Somehow it never fit the killer persona he has. Then again, people could say the same about me.
"You know, us leaving is only convenient." he says quietly.
"What do you mean?" I ask, him having my full attention now.
"Since we aren't staying at the house with everyone else right now. We're able to take whatever jobs the Agency decides to give us." he answers me.
I look over at him incredulously. "You've gotta be kidding me!" I exclaim.
"No," he says and tosses some hair out of his eyes.
I groan with irritation. After all that we just went through, they're ready to put us back to work. I should've known better. "We don't have one right now, do we?" I ask.
He shakes his head no then we lapse back into silence. Not the awkward kind but the comfortable kind.
"Max," a voice says, interrupting my sleep.
"Go away." I mumble incoherently.
"I got us a room at a hotel. You can go to sleep inside." the voice tries to trick me into waking up.
I peek open one eye to see Fang standing outside the open car door. It's really dark outside besides the lights coming from cars, streetlights, and buildings. I.e. Our hotel.
"You go and come get me tomorrow." I say after closing my eye again.
I hear Fang sigh at my stubbornness. "It technically is tomorrow. Now come on." he says, trying to reason with me.
"No." I mumble.
So Fang does what only Fang would do without fearing for his life. He bends down and picks me up bridal style and begins to walk me towards the entrance to our hotel. A Marriott.
Fully awake now I glare at him and say, "Funny. Haha. You're going to put me down now right?"
"No." he answers me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Put me down!" I demand. He ignores me as we walk into the hotel.
The guy at the front desk watches, amused, as I continue to struggle in Fang's arms.
"Have a nice night." he calls as we get into the elevator.
"Did you have to cause a scene?" Fang asks me when the door closes.
"Yes. Did you have to pick me up?"
"Yes." he answers with a chuckle.
I cross my arms and stay silent until the elevator stops and Fang carries me to our room.
"There's no way you can unlock that door with me in your arms," I comment to Fang.
"We'll see." he replies and shifts me so that he can reach his arm out to slide the key card into the door. When the light flashes green, he turns the handle and kicks the door in with his foot. Then carries me in over the threshold.
"Anything else I CAN'T do?" he asks with a smirk as he puts me down.
I grumble incoherently under my breath, not even saying real words, as I look around the room. It's nothing special. Just a normal sized room with two beds, a tv, desk, and lamps. I head to the bed closest to the door and belly flop onto it. A sigh escapes my lips as I close my eyes, ready to fall back into blissful sleep.
"Max. I'm sorry." Fang says as he sits on the side of the bed.
"What are you sorry for?" I ask surprised, my voice muffled by the bed.
"For getting you into all this." he answers solemnly.
"It's fine. You couldn't have possible known about Jeb and what he was doing." I say.
"No. It's not that. I'm sorry for getting you into the Agency. For training you. You deserve better than this. A normal life." he says.
To say that I'm shocked is an understatement. I would've never dreamed of an apology from Fang. Especially not for that. "It's okay. Besides, how normal could my life have been? Who's to say anyone would want to adopt me? I wouldn't want to be like any of those superficial girls like Lissa that walk around anyway."
"I'm sure someone would've seen how great you are and adopted you. You could never be like Lissa either." he says reassuringly.
"Yeah sure. Now shut up and let me sleep." I answer and throw one of the pillows at his head.
He moves his head to the side, being too cool to get hit, and chuckles. "Goodnight." I hear him say before sleep consumes me.
I wake up to Fang's voice.
"Las Vegas? Yes. Yeah. We'll be there." he says and hangs up the phone.
I look over in his direction and he is shirtless.
"Fang," I call from my spot on the bed.
He looks over at me and says, "Look who decided to join the world of the living.
"Whatever. So was that call what I think it was?" I ask.
He nods in response.
I resist the urge to groan and instead ask," Las Vegas huh? So who's the lucky victim?"
Fang shrugs and says, "Some hot shot casino owner. Names Dylan Garrett."
"Sounds like fun. How long is it going to take to get there?"
"5 hours."
"I better be able to at least hit the slot machines if we do this." I grumble.
"Just get up. If you stop complaining long enough maybe we can get food." he says.
Darn him and his knowledge of my weakness for food.
"Fine." I say, finally letting out my held in groan as I roll over on the bed and gracefully fall on the floor. Anyone detect my sarcasm?
"Don't laugh." I command. Practically sensing Fang reining his snickers in.
"Okay." he answers.
By the time I pick myself up, he has his shirt back on and looks ready to leave.
"I'm coming. I'm coming. Impatient much." I say as I put on my shoes.
"Okay let's go." I say and hop up after I tie my last shoe.
We check out of the hotel and walk to the car to start our drive.
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"This is our guy." Fang says and shows me a picture that's on his phone while I happily chomp on one of my two McMuffins we got from McDonalds.
"Okay. So how are we going to get him?" I ask.
"He usually hangs in his casino. So we'll need to get him out. Too many witnesses inside." he says.
"Like bait?" I say.
"Exactly. Which is what you'll be." he answers.
"Do I have to?" I whine.
"Yes. You do. But first you'll need a change of clothing." he says.
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I walk into the casino our victim owns and the scene before me is a typical one. People out for a night of fun. People spending money with hopes of winning big. Some do and some don't. More don't than do. Some sober and a lot drunk. I scan the place, looking for our guy. I spot him talking to the bartender. Better get this over with. I walk towards him while giving him a once over. He looks just like he does in the picture Fang showed me. Blond haired, blue eyed, athletic build, and extremely confident. Shouldn't be too hard to catch him off guard, but this would be a lot easier if we could just get him while he was walking down a dark alley. I'm only slightly self conscious of the fact that my dress that we had to stop and buy for this occasion is too short. Ugh. The sooner this is over the better.
When I reach him, I give him a slow and what I hope can be considered sexy smile then say, "Hi."
He blinks before giving me a womanizing smile of his own and saying, "Hello. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
It worked. Man Nudge would be proud of me. I sling my hair over my shoulder and say, "Nothing. You just seem to be one of the only sober, good enough looking guys in here to keep my attention. I was starting to get bored."
Smile still in place, he answers, "My apologies. I'll make sure to do something about that."
"Oh? And how are you going to do that?" I ask.
"I happen to be the owner of this fine establishment." he says.
"Really? Then I guess I picked the right guy huh?" I say and lean a bit closer to him.
"So where are you from?" he asks. "I haven't seen you around here before."
"Oh. Nowhere and everywhere." I say offhandedly. "I like to travel." I say and move my hand slowly to his leg, trailing patterns on it. I watch my fingers for a second before glancing up at him slyly. I see him swallow. Obviously affected by my forwardness.
"So..um..what's your name?" he asks.
"Max. Yours?"
"Dylan."
"Well Dylan. Do you want to get out of here? Go somewhere more private? My hotel is down the street." I say with a smile.
"Well...I guess. Just let me take care of something." he says and turns to the bartender. "You'll take care of things here?" The guy nods and gives him a wink.
I pretend not to notice. Dylan turns back to me. "You ready?" I ask and take his hand. He only nods in response. I start walking toward the front of the casino. Past tables and slot machines of all kinds and then out the door and into the street where it's significantly darker and quieter. I tug him along as far as the nearest back alley where I know Fang will be lying in wait.
"Where are we-?" Dylan starts but I cut him off with a kiss and push him against the brick building who's shadow we're in. Thankfully, he reacts like any horny guy and doesn't question me any longer. Instead he wraps his arms around me and turns us around so that I'm against the building instead. So he's the dominant type huh? I let him have his way since that'll work to our advantage. His hands start to feel their way up and down my body. Where's Fang? Just after I think that, there he is. His eyes so dark I can't see the pupils. Looks like I'm in trouble. I push Dylan away so blood doesn't splatter against me as Fang runs him through the heart. The poor guy never had a chance.
"Fang?" I say when he pulls his sword out.
"Was that really necessary?" he asks, turning his dark fury on me.
"Why? Jealous?" I tease.
"You have no idea." he says and moves towards me to possessively plant his lips against mine.
"Mine." he growls against my lips. I'm so distracted though that I forget to chastise him for being a sexist pig.
AN: The idea for this chapter. Not mine. It was actually a reviewer whose name i dont know right now, sorry.
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