"Rory," I grumble, throwing pens at her while spinning on a chair.

Why was she sleeping on a table with Kylo? That is something I do not know and would like it to stay that way.

Kylo left for Italy an hour ago, along with Bella, Riley, and Isiah. But, of course, Isiah didn't leave without telling some bullshit.

"If she dies, I'll kill you. Got it?" I loved it. Definitely.

"Wake up, idiot," I groan and attempt to throw another pen at her but she blocks it with a pillow. Does she have Rory tingles or some shit?

"You're annoying," she mumbles under her breath as she stands up. "Annoyingly hot," I add.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Dory," she scoffs. Stage one, denial.

Once her eyes meet mine, she looks me up and down with a slight chuckle. "Why are you in a swat outfit?"

I'm just in the normal clothes, the bulletproof vest and other shit are in the car, and it's uncomfortable to say the least.

"The Russians are dressed like this to hide the fact they're in the mafia," I tell her. I would say I hate that but I don't. I look hot as fuck in a swat outfit.

I could ditch the whole mafia thing and work for the government but nah. Being a mafia leader isn't that bad. I get to read the letters I receive from other leaders and laugh at their pathetic threats.

She rubs her eyes as she walks out with me following her. "Can you leave me alone? I just woke up."

"Nope," I grin, slinging my arm over her shoulder. Why would I leave when I can annoy her?

"Great," she sighs as we step into her room. Great indeed.

"Piss off, I need to take a shower and get ready," she says. "No," I send her a smile as jump on her bed, "I'll gladly wait here."

"Wanker," she rolls her eyes. Did she just call me a wanker? What the fuck.

"Twat," I retort just before she steps into the bathroom and locks the door. Ha. I got the last word.

Now I have nothing to do so I might as well go over the plan. One, wear the swat helmet so they don't recognise us obviously. Two, get into a car and drive into the plane along with the other Russians. Three, stay alive. Not too bad if you ask me.

Besides, there'll only be seventeen people max on the plane, including the pilots. It'll be an easy job. The best mafia leader and the best assassin. What can go wrong?

After a few more missions, we'll take the Russians down, she'll steal their mafia, and we'll go our own ways. We won't have to talk ever again.

That is if she doesn't kill me and steal my mafia. I'm not an idiot, I have a plan if she tries anything stupid.

We both hate each other and have for a while. She tried to kill me. I tried to kill her. Who says she won't try again?

I don't think she'll kill me. That's if she can. But you never know, she might backstab me when I'm most vulnerable. That sounded dramatic.

You know I never planned to kill her so I'm very, extremely hurt that she planned to kill moi. I thought if I help her steal their mafia, she'll help me take them down, but I guess she had other plans.

Why do I sound like a depressed, emo kid with severe trust issues and paranoia?

Ignoring my stupid thoughts, I open her bedside table drawer and pull out a black gun with a small flower print engraved onto it.

Apparently, it's her favourite gun and apparently, I made her think she lost it. How? You know what? I don't even want to know.

I spin it with my finger since I'm bored. I'll give it to her when we're on the mission.

Not even a minute later, she walks out wrapped in a towel. That only took her fifteen minutes. How the fuck?

"Outfit is in the closet," I tell her, keeping my eyes on my hands. I don't know, maybe she's uncomfortable with me looking at her in a towel.

"No shit, Dory," she laughs and enters the closet, closing the door after her. I still hate that nickname. I have a very good memory so it's bull shit.

Rory is an amazing nickname. Fuck. I should have more. She has two for me. That's not fair.

I'll just stick with Rory, I guess. It's very original considering no one calls her it and I made it up. Never going to let go of that.

As soon as she walks out, I look up at her and she spins around. "Do I look like a hot swat girl or what?"

"Don't flatter yourself," I respond teasingly and stand up. "Oh, I will," she smiles, shrugging her shoulders. Not surprised.

"What car do you want?" I ask her as we step out her room. "Has to be good at drifting."

We can practically use any car and I don't mind which one so why not let her pick? According to Kylo, she races, therefore I'm expecting good taste.

"BMW M3," she answers. "Not bad." Not bad at all.

"Wait here," I tell her as we step outside and before she can reply, I walk off towards the garage. She said BMW M3 so I shall receive.

Considering it's one of my most used cars, I find it pretty easily and I get in. Once I start the engine, the car revs loudly, making some of my guards flinch.

Oops? I forgot I modified it to be that loud. I also forgot I modified it to spit out flames. Oh, I can make s'mores with that.

I drive out of the garage and pull up in front of her, rolling the window down. "Get in."

"I prefer it in red rather than black," she shrugs as she gets in. Red over all black?

Well, if she wants red then all right. I don't care. "I can go get the black one-"

"I was all joking, Kylian, don't be stupid," she laughs. Stupid? How dare she? "I was trying to do a nice gesture but okay," I huff, driving out of the gate.

"Nice gesture?" she scoffs. "I'm ten times more nicer than your mafia ass."

"I'm very nice," I grumble, "just not to you." You know what, at least I'm somewhat nice to her.

"Mhm, sure," she hums, nodding her head, "you're acting if you didn't kill someone for coughing too loud."

"Okay, I did him a favour," I tell her. "Also if you happen to get beat up by a Russian I'm going to stand and watch."

"Matter of fact, I'm going to film it," I add. Film it and keep it forever. I'll use it to laugh when I'm in my depressed phase.

"If someone has you at gunpoint, I'll take the gun, but not to help you, to shove it up your ass," she retorts.

"I'd like to see you try," I roll my eyes. But I wouldn't be surprised if she actually does.

"Don't roll your eyes, only I can do that," she huffs. Since when do I even roll my eyes? I got it from her.

"Or what?" I chuckle, lifting my hips to get comfortable in the car seat.

"Or I'll give you a reason to," she scoffs. Or she'll what? Pardon?

Fuck. I clear my throat and keep my gaze at the road.

"You'll give me a reason, huh?" Am I still surprised by her response? Yes.

"That's what I said, no?" she counters, lifting one leg on the seat while sitting on the other. Her shoes. On. My. Seats.

"Get your dirty shoes off my seats," I demand rather than ask. And I'm not playing around. My poor seats.

"Yeah?" her lips curl into a small smirk. "What are you going to do if I don't?"

"Ivory." It's fine. I'll give her a few seconds and if her muddy shoes aren't off my amazing seats, she'll see.

She rests her elbow on the armrest console then rests her head in her hand. "Kylian," she copies my tone, mimicking my voice horribly.

"Three seconds," I warn and she stares at me with her little smirk, not removing her shoes off. Oh, fuck it.

I place each hand on her waist and pull her onto my lap, her knees on each side of me and her shoes off the seats. There.

"What the fuck?" she almost yells, pushing my shoulder. "I'm driving, idiot." Maybe it wasn't a good idea pulling her onto my lap while driving but anything for my cars.

"I can't get off if you're driving," she grits out, clearly pissed. "Well, I'm not stopping," I shrug. Too bad, too sad for her.

"You bastard," she mumbles under her breath, hiding her head in the crook of my neck so I can finally properly see the road.

She's moving. Fuck. Why is she moving?

"Ivory," I mumble, "stop moving." Bad idea? Yes. Should I have pulled her onto my lap while driving? No.

"It's uncomfortable," she grumbles, finally stopping in defeat. "Deal with it." She's the one who got dirt all over my car so oh well.

After a few minutes, she speaks up, "Are we there yet?" That question gives me PTSD. Reminds me of those annoying devil spawns.

"Yes, Ivory," I mutter annoyingly as I park the car near the gate guarding the runway. Before we go to the plane runway site, we need our armour. Duh.

Wait- since when do I say duh? I'm blaming this on Ivory.

"You're carrying me out by the way," she grins as I open the door. Yay. "Personal De Luca transportation."

"Don't say that," I grumble, stepping out of the car with her legs around my torso. "Why?" she smirks.

"Because it's fucking stupid," saying that, I let go of her but her arms are still draped behind my neck.

Her eyes are nice.

Why isn't she moving? Is she just going to stand there? Well, she smells nice. Wait- she smells like my cologne. How?

"Ivory," I murmur, catching her attention. "It's not stupid," she shrugs, taking a step back. Yes, it is.

I open the boot with both hands and lean against it while waiting for her to grab her stuff. "This shit is so cool," she says with a smile. She's crazy.

I mean, it is kinda cool if I think about it. Going to a plane full of Russians. So cool.

I take the bulletproof vest, put it on for her, and strap it close. "Good?" I ask, slipping the helmet on her head. "Yes. Thank you, person De Luca fashion designer," she laughs.

Personal fashion designer. That's another one. I should stop doing nice things. I'm so nice. Why am I so nice? Because you're such an amazing person. Yeah, that's why.

I put on the vest and helmet. Now it looks like I work with the police. Ha, they can't even catch me.

I then grab a gun, check the mag, and finally cock it before tucking it in my waistband. "What?" I ask, noticing her stare at me. Weird.

"Nothing," she shrugs. Nothing? Is she sure? Hmm, sounds very skeptical but okay. It's definitely nothing.

In response to my unsureness, she flips me off as she's about to walk away but I grab her hand to stop her. Uncalled for but okay.

"Your gun," I state simply and hand her, her favourite gun. "Oh," she looks taken aback but still takes it. Okay, now my niceness will come to stop.

"You're probably thinking how nice you are, aren't you?" she scoffs but her lips tug up into a smile. "How did you know?" I gasp.

"How did you know," she mimics me like a child as she gets back into the car. Her mocking me is the highlight of my days, definitely.

I get into the driver's side, change the driver's stick and start driving into the runway. "Your fake name is Natasha Ramazanoff," I tell her.

Kylo likes to rant to me about marvel and while he was doing that annoying shit, he mentioned how Ivory liked it as well. How? I have no idea. Besides the point, he said she likes this girl Natasha Romanoff, so I thought she would think it's cool if her name was like hers.

"That's like Black Widow," she beams. "What the fuck, that's so cool." Knew it.

"Yeah, I know," I shrug and just as she's about to say something, the handheld intercom goes off. Rude.

"Leo Petrov, where are you?" Maxim asks, his Russian accent rolling off his tongue. I know who he is and I'm going to kill him. Oh, well.

I don't respond but press on the gas harder and drive straight inside the airplane. "If I get hurt, I'm blaming you. And if you get hurt, I'm not helping you," she says and I scoff in return. "¿Entiendes?"

"Are you going to say this on every mission?" I ask, clearly annoyed. "Well, duh," she shrugs as if it's nothing. Great.

Once I park the car, I get out and open the door for her. "Thanks, love," she laughs. "See what I did there? I copied you."

"Yes, Ivory," I grumble, dragging her through the airplane, "I did see that." And it's not as funny as she thinks.

"Где вы были?" Maxim spits. Sorry, boss man, forgive us. Annoying little shit. (Where were you two?)

"Плохой трафик," Ivory shrugs. Bad traffic? Such a good excuse, Ivory, he's definitely going to believe that.

"Fine, but don't be late next time," he grumbles, plopping onto a couch. Oh, look, he's an idiot.

"Always let your girl talk for you, Leo?" one of the guys says and Ivory immediately reaches for her gun but I quickly stop her.

"Pardon?" I scoff, tilting my head slightly. Only little bitches say stuff like that so I guess he's a little bitch.

He opens his mouth to respond, but I cut him off. "Are you a little bitch, Ivan?" I know him as well and I wasn't planning on killing him but looks like plans changed.

"Что?" he almost yells, standing up in disbelief. Has no one called him that? It's great to be the first. (What?)

"Sit down, Ivan," Maxim mutters, rolling his eyes. Ha. Take that, little bitch.

I sling my arm over Ivory's shoulder and sit down opposite of that twat. "Why didn't you let me kill him?" she whispers.

"They took something from me, I simply want it back," I murmur. "You can kill him after I take it."

"Fair enough," she shrugs. I wanted to kill him but she can gladly take the honour.

"Hey, Leo," Ivan calls out for me. "What, dickhead?" Shit. I almost forgot Leo is my fake name. Oops?

"Солнце встает на рассвете," he laughs. The sun rises at bloody dawn? What the fuck? I swear to God if this is some secret code that I'm supposed to know but clearly don't.

"The sun rises at dawn?" he repeats sceptically, reaching for his gun. "Well, you can kill him now," I whisper to her before both of us stand up, guns in our hands and our backs facing each other.

"We have enemies on board, tell every-" before Maxim could finish talking, Ivory shoots him between the eyes. "Silence," she sighs happily. Oh, Lord.

"Your turn," she then turns to Ivan and shoots him as well. "Two down, fifteen more to go," I smirk.

"That was eas-"

"Don't say easy," I quickly interrupt, "every time someone says that was easy, they jinx it." Do I actually believe in that shit? Yes.

Just as she's about to respond, the intercom beats her to it. "Два пилота мертвы, а на борту шпион." (The two pilots are dead and there's someone onboard.)

"The fuck," I mutter under my breath. "One of yours?" she asks. "Nah, it's one of their rivals." Has to be.

"Ivory, kill anyone you see, I need to go find what they took." Before she can reply, I leave and enter a room only to see three Russians. Great.

They immediately stop talking and stare at me in shock. "I know I'm hot but really?" They start to reach for their guns but I shoot them all. Eas- no.

Seven down, ten to go.

I rummage through the drawers in an attempt to find the necklace. My mother gave it to my sister, Kaylee, and when they died it was supposed to be handed to me. The fucking Russians stole it.

I pull out a velvet box and flip it open. "Mission is a success," I mumble under my breath as I pocket it.

I reach for the door handle but after hearing footsteps ascend, I hide behind the door. This feels like hide and seek in the dark with my sister, Kylo, and Elio. They forced me to play but I can't say I hated it.

Once the door opens and the person walks in, I bash them with my gun and after they hit the floor, I shoot them three times. Damn, my poor ammo.

Okay, now right down. I open the door fully and see someone else. "Say hi to your mate for me in hell, yeah?" saying that, I shoot him in the heart twice. Make that nine.

"Самолет разобьется, кто-нибудь, убейте девушку прямо сейчас," someone says through the intercom. (The plane will crash, someone kill the girl right now.)

The planes gonna crash. Holy shit. Wait- kill the girl? As in Rory? Fuck no.

I rush the main part of the plane, where I left her, and see fighting with a person. But shit. The plane door is open.

My eyes widen when she kicks him out. That was so fucking- "Badass." Woah.

"Did you get it?" she quickly asks. I open my mouth to reply but my eyes wander behind her to see someone walking up to her.

I aim my gun at the person but no bullet comes out. Fuck. It's jammed. Why does the bloody gun have to jam at the worst moment? "What are you doing?" she laughs.

"Trying to kill me," the girl whispers before I can reply. "Great," Ivory mumbles and elbows the girl in the face before turning around to face her.

Okay, that was easy. Ah, shit. I just said that was easy. No. No. No. I'm gonna jinx it.

My thoughts stop once I hear screaming. What the fuck? I look up at the girl falling in the sky. I shouldn't be finding that funny

I then look at Rory with furrowed eyebrows. "Guess I'm going to have to tick pushing someone out of an airplane from my bucket list."

"Lucky, that's on my list too," I grumble. "Can we just finish this stupid mission?" she huffs. Gladly.



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