Dedicated to ScorchedThomas2922
Reader's POV
"Y/N?" I thought I heard someone hiss. "Come on, Y/N. Wake up."
My eyes fluttered open, my head instantly pounding. I lifted my head to see Mitch letting out a relieved sigh.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Where are we? What happened?"
"You were right," he sighed. "Security was off. It was a trap."
"Shit," I mumbled under my breath. "I'm sorry, Mitch. I should've seen this coming. Every time Anthony gets a new product, he pulls his security. He makes it looks like the room is empty, but they're actually hiding around the corner until the opportune moment to pounce. He used to do this kind of thing for a week after he got a new product."
Mitch just nodded as he looked around the room. "We gotta get out of here," he mumbled.
"There's no point," I sighed. "I'm sure Anthony recognized me on the spot. He should be here any minute."
"Glad to see you still remember how I run things, babe."
I sighed, Mitch glaring, as the door opened. I turned to see Anthony walking in, his infamous smirk on his face.
"How's my ex-favorite girl doing?" He teased.
"Business looks good," I smirked. "But your security still doesn't know how to tie someone up."
I stood up, my restraints falling to the ground as I smirked at him. I kicked my chair back, fighting one of the guards. As I fought, I briefly forgot about Mitch. Until. . .
"Enough!" Anthony yelled. I looked over and froze when he was holding Mitch, pointing a gun at him.
I put my hands up, stepping away. I grunted when two guys forced me to my knees as Anthony did the same to Mitch. I held my breath as Anthony looked between Mitch and me.
"Strange," he mumbled. "I didn't think. . . Who. . ."
I watched with wide eyes as Anthony leaned down and got in Mitch's face. "If you touch him," I threatened.
"What?" Anthony scoffed, looking over his shoulder at me. "Why does Nightmare care so much about some CIA agent?"
He smirked as he looked back at Mitch. "Oh," he said in a sing-songy voice. "I see it now. Same eyes, same murderous glare. You must be related. Siblings?"
He stood up and smirked down at Mitch, who was glaring up at him. I sucked in a breath when Anthony let out a loud, overly obnoxious laugh.
"By the look on his face, I'm guessing he is older than you," he said as he turned around, sending me a look that made me want to throw up. "That makes things very interesting," he taunted.
"Anthony," I said through my teeth. "Enough. Let him go. This shit is between you and me. He has nothing to do with it. I was the one who screwed you over. Three years ago, remember? I messed up your shipment. It wasn't a coincidence that Marillo got to your shipment first. I took Marillo's payment, stole your money that was supposed to go towards the shipment, and ran. It was me. Not him. Let him go."
Anthony's jaw clenched as I mentioned his and my last interaction. I was supposed to help him ship some merchandise overseas, but I double-crossed him. His rival paid me more for it.
"I am well aware of how you screwed me," he said through his teeth. His anger turned into a cocky smirk. "Which is exactly why I'm going to keep your brother here. It's perfect. To get to you, I hurt him."
I looked over when I heard Mitch scoff. "It doesn't matter what you do to me, I won't break. Which means she won't break."
"Really?" Anthony laughed. "Shall we test it out?"
"I really don't think. . ." I sucked in a breath as Anthony backhanded Mitch, cutting him off. I held it together until Anthony pulled out a knife and dragged it against Mitch's neck.
"Enough!" I yelled as I stood up. I grunted as two of his men instantly grabbed me, roughly forcing me back onto my knees.
"That was easy," Anthony laughed. He sighed as he turned back to me. "Answer something for me and how many bones I break in your brother's body depends on whether or not I like your answer."
"What do you want to know?" I asked through my teeth.
"Why are you here?"
I looked behind him at Mitch, who was silently telling me not to say anything. I smirked when I got a different idea. I had just enough time to see the worry in my brother's eyes before I turned my attention back to Anthony.
"Simple, really," I smirked. "I'm here because I have an opportunity for you. And me."
"To what?" Anthony scoffed. "To work together again?"
"Yep," I shrugged. "And to get back at the one person who pisses you off more than anything in the world."
"Marillo," he said, his voice darkening. I held in a smirk when I saw the confusion in Mitch's eyes.
"Marillo wants me to go back to working for him. I had another plan in mind."
"He is the one who used you to get to me," Anthony snarled.
"Exactly," I sighed, acting as if I was losing my patience. "He thinks I turned against you and am now loyal to him. We can use that. This time, we will be working together. I will tell you everything he plans to do so you can do it first."
I held my breath as I waited for his response. "What about him?" He sneered as he jabbed his thumb in Mitch's direction. "I thought he was CIA."
"He was," I annunciated.
"She came to me three months ago and asked for my help," Mitch jumped in, playing along. "Figured you would pay more than the CIA and I wouldn't be reprimanded for killing someone before asking him a bunch of dumbass questions he won't answer."
Anthony slowly smiled his signature evil smile. "I love it," he laughed. I had to resist rolling my eyes at how easy that was. "It's brilliant! Let them go."
The second we were both released, we started to fight. I grabbed the gun of one of the guys, turning to shoot the other. I could hear Mitch fighting behind me.
It didn't take us long to take down Anthony's men. Soon, it was just Mitch and me, pointing our guns at Anthony, his men dead around him.
"I gotta hand it to you, Nightmare." Anthony laughed. "You are always full of surprises."
"Make this easy on all of us," I sighed. "You know why we're here. Where's the flash drive?"
"Why would I tell you that?" He scoffed. I smirked as I pointed my gun, not hesitating to shoot his kneecap.
"Because, if you do, you'll have time to call an ambulance. If you don't, I'll kill you right now and search for it myself."
I heard him sigh as he debated. "Fine," he mumbled. "That shit isn't even worth it."
I smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the drive, holding it out to me. I stepped forward and took it.
"Thanks," I smiled. I pulled the trigger, his body falling backwards.
"What happened to letting him call an ambulance?" Mitch said, trying not to laugh.
"We both know he would've killed us the second we turned around," I shrugged as I tossed him the flash drive.
"Nicely done, Nightmare," Mitch teased as he put the flash drive in his pocket.
I reached over and punched his shoulder hard. I smirked as he took a step back, clutching his shoulder in pain.
"What the hell was that for?" He said through his teeth.
"I already get enough of that from Hurley and the other guys," I scowled. "I don't need it from you too."
"Sorry," he chuckled, rolling the shoulder I punched. Mitch smirked as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leading me out of the building.
"Come on, kid. Let's get out of here."