I flutter my eyes open, only to realise it's still the middle of the night. Why did I just randomly wake up?

Furthermore, I didn't have any nightmares. Huh, maybe this motel has some magic shit?

Wait- why am I very close to Kylian? Like in very close proximity. As in his arm wrapped around my waist. Ew.

And how am I now on the right side of the bed? I was on the left before.

Am I high? I feel high. I should get high.

I look up at him. He looks very peaceful when he's sleeping. I could pour water on him like he did to me, absolute traitor.

His brows furrow. Well, he doesn't look very peaceful now.

Hopefully, he's dreaming about me pouring a bucket of water on him.

Reluctantly, I run my finger down the middle of his eyebrows, making the crease go away.

"Kylian," I whisper but he only tightens his grip around me. Ha, I knew this dipshit is in love with me. I hate him, though. Too bad, too sad.

"Fuck off," he mumbles. He's not talking to me, is he? Wait, is he having an argument with the demons in his nightmare or some shit?

"Kylian," I huff. Damn, are the demons really beating him in a fight?

Within a flash, he pins me onto the bed, breathing heavily. Woah there.

"Oh, it's you," he breathes out. "Dreaming bout me?" I smirk and he scoffs.

"You're not denying it, love." Ha, I just copied him. Love. It's annoying when he does it but it's me, so it's okay.

"Shitty fucking nightmares," he mumbles under his breath as he lays down beside me again.

Nightmares are annoying as hell, I agree with him. At least I didn't have one today. But he did. Okay, I may feel a little bad for him. Nightmares are horrible though, you can't blame me.

I glance at him and he just happens to look at me at the same time. "What?" he murmurs.

I could just shrug and go back to sleep... or I could take him to watch the stars because that's what helps me.

No. Hell no. He's annoying. And he pushed me into a pool. But just going back to sleep would be crucially awkward.

Without saying anything, I grab his hand and pull him off the bed. "What are you doing?" he laughs.

"Taking you outside, idiot," I state the obvious, slipping into my shoes and he reluctantly does the same. I can't believe I'm fucking doing this.

"To do what?" he chuckles as I open the balcony door. To- for my sanity, I will choose to not finish that sentence.

"To watch the stars," I tell him and lean against the railing. "Whatever you want," he gives in, holding back a smile.

Space always intrigued me since I was a kid. I wanted to work for NASA and become an astronaut but obviously, that didn't happen.

I think every kid wanted to work for NASA at one point. I mean, going to space is pretty cool. Am I jealous of Neil Armstrong? Very.

"I wish I was an astronaut," I blurt out. "Be one," he shrugs. Is he stupid?

"I'm an assassin," I let out a chuckle. "Besides, my school didn't allow stuff like that."

"What shitty school did you go to," he laughs. Am I getting flashbacks of all the traumatising shit that school did to me? Yes.

"Queen's Dominion," I scoff. They taught me how to kill, how to make poison, how to get rid of a body. If you didn't do what they wanted, you'd regret it. That sounds very dramatic.

I'm glad I left. I mean, I had to. Someone was out to kill me and the fact that I don't know who it is still pisses me off.

"Elio went there," he mumbles. "Only for a year though. He doesn't like to talk about it."

Elio? I'm twenty and he's like a few years older. I've been in that school since I was seven, how the fuck did I not know him?

"Well, I'm not surprised he doesn't like to talk about it." Maybe he went to the school when I wasn't there. I mean, that does make more sense.

"I'll sue the school and kill the headmaster," he mutters. "For me?" I snort at his comment. He can't be serious.

"Obviously, for you," he sends me a wink. Ew, no. "Never do that ever again," I laugh.

"I know you love it," he smirks teasingly as he throws his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer to him.

What drugs is he on because I do not love it? "Wrong," I scoff, pushing him away from me.

"You also love me," he feigns a dramatic sigh. "Love you? Absolutely not," I huff. "But you definitely love me."

"Absolutely not," he mimics me childishly. We glance at each other before bursting out in laughter. What the fuck was that?

"That was a horrible imitation of me," I say in between laughs. "You sound exactly like that," he shakes his head with a smile.

I think he might have some hearing problems because I do not sound like the girl from Ben and Holly on drugs. "I definitely don't."

"Rory," he tilts his head with a blank look, "trust me, you do."

"Kylian," I copy his tone, "would you rather get stabbed or shot?"

His lips tilt up at my question. "Threatening me, huh?"

"Nope, just asking a simple question." Because if he said shot then I would stab him and vice versa.

"So you're just kinky?" he asks. "Kylian, I swear I'll kill you." I try my best to keep a straight face but my lips form a smile despite my efforts

"Now why would you kill the love of your life?" he asks. Oh, my Lord. Every time he talks, he just gets more annoying.

"You're obsessed," I retort. "Am I?" he narrows his eyes. Well, obviously.

"Yep," I reply bluntly. He stares at me with a small smile. He's smiling. "Ha, I made you smile," I boast, crossing my arms.

"Pfft- that was not a smile," he rolls his eyes playfully. "Okay, what was it then?" I ask. He's stupid.

"My lips slightly turning upwards," he states. Oh, he's definitely stupid. "That's a smile, idiot," I shake my head in disbelief.

"Well, I was smiling at a thought of me. Y'know, because I'm so hot," he smirks. Someone help me.

I open my mouth to respond but instead, my eyes flicker to the red laser pointed at his heart.

"Am I too hot that you're speechless?" he chuckles lightly. "I'm not-"

Within seconds, I'm hovering over him on the floor with my hand over his mouth. Gosh, he says the stupidest things ever.

"There's a sniper, so-called smartass," I scoff, slowly retracting my hand. How is he a mafia leader again?

"Shit," he breathes out. He then smirks, "You saved me."

"Oh, shut up," I grumble. I don't even think I have enough brain cells to function anymore.

"So you are in love with me?" he says teasingly. "Got it."

Someone is trying to snipe him and he's saying this bullshit? How is even alive? I thought he would have died ages ago.

"Okay, now we need to leave," he mumbles, going back to his serious state. He grabs my hand, stands up, and pulls me back into the room.

Before I could speak, he steps into the bathroom and opens the window. Oh, fuck no.

I'm not jumping out of a window again. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. Not to mention, I'm not wearing the best choice of clothing for this.

"Come on," he motions his head toward the window. I'm going to have to do it. For fucks sake.

I quickly grab something off the bedside table and pocket it before walking towards him.

"I hate my life." Why can't I have a break? I really want to relax on an island, drinking Sprite while laying on a sunbed.

"Too scared?" he ruffles my hair, making me glare at him. "Not the time," he acknowledges, "my bad." Yeah, what I thought.

"Go," I push him towards the window. He stares at me with a smirk and crosses his arms.

What the fuck is he doing? "Do you want to drink tea and eat crumpets while we wait for them to kill us or...?"

"I actually fancy some tea right now," he replies, trying to hold back his smile. "Yeah?" I can't help but laugh. Idiot.

He not-so-carefully gets out of the window, grabs onto a pipe, and jumps off, landing perfectly. Is he Spider-Man or some shit?

I look down at the drop then look at him. He's crazy for this. "I'll catch you," he assures me. If he doesn't, I'll kill him.

I finally jump off and he catches me, his hands on my waist and his rings cold against my skin.

He gently lets me on my feet. "Not to flex or anything but that was a perfect catch, don't you think?"

"Shut up," rolling my eyes, I grab his hand and start running. Where are we going? No fucking idea.

"Race?" he questions. If someone is trying to kill us, we might as well have fun with it, so why not?

Without warning, I push him and start running faster. "First one to that massive ass tree."

I'm running really fast right now. Pretty sure I'm the real-life version of Flash. Wait- no. I want to be with Flash so never mind.

"Got you, idiot," he laughs as he grabs my hand and pulls me flush against him. Cheater.

"That's cheating," I scoff. "Sure," he agrees sarcastically. He knows it's true but it hurts his fragile ego if he actually admits it.

"Okay, fine, if I'm first to that telephone box, you have to buy me a car," I challenge. "Before you say anything, I get to pick the car."

"Okay and if I win, you need to admit that you like me," he shrugs.

"I don't like you but sure." He just can't get that through his head.

Imagine if actually asked me to help him take down the Russians because he's in love with me. Wouldn't be that surprising, to be honest.

One glance at each other and we're both racing to the telephone box while laughing. I feel like a kid.

Once I touch the glass door, I turn around to see him walking towards me, trying not to laugh.

"Loser," I smile as I sit on the pavement. Okay, now which car should I choose? Hmm, I really need to think about this.

The thing is, I don't want a luxury car. I race and drift so a Lamborghini is not what I need. Besides, I already have one.

I really want a muscle car. Maybe a Mustang GT V8 in all black. I'm totally not obsessed with Mustangs.

"Let me guess," he says, walking towards me, "you want a Mustang?"

"Pfft- no." Little psychic shit. "Yeah?" he lowers his head with a chuckle as he sits beside me.

How did he know? You know what, I probably talk about that car 24/7 so I'm not that surprised.

"Finders keepers," I mutter, picking up one pound. "Call Kylo or some shit." I hand it to him. I just want to get out of this shit hole before the mysterious person kills us.

"Yes, ma'am," he mutters and stands up, stepping into the phone box.

I don't even have my favourite gun. I left it in the room. Oh, fuck. It even has a design on it.

I shot Kylian in his shoulder with that gun before and now I've left it. That's sad. Me losing the gun, not him getting shot.

Now I'm thinking about it, how many times have Kylian and I gotten into a fight? Yeah, too many to count.

I definitely beat him every time though. To be fair, I am me aka the most amazing person in the world. Okay, maybe my ego is a little too big.

"One of my drivers is on their way," he informs me as he steps out. "Let's just hope the sniper is gone," he chuckles usher his breath, sitting back down.

"Did you forget something?" I ask him. He's an idiot if he says no. "No?" he replies skeptically. What an idiot.

He runs his hands through his hair once he finally realises, "Oh, for fucks sake." Ha, idiot. I mean, I did forget my gun but let's pretend I didn't.

"Here," I laugh lightly, pulling out the velvet box that's apparently has something special to him inside.

I saw it on the bedside table and I could have left it but whatever. Look at me being nice.

Hopefully, this makes him happy since the dickhead always complains about how rude I am. I have no idea what he's on about, I'm the nicest person ever.

He looks at the box and a smile forms on his face. "You-" before he can finish, I cut him off. "Are the best person ever," I finish his sentence.

He slings his arm over my shoulder, pulls me towards him, and ruffles my hair. "Nah, I'm the best," he laughs.

"Sure," I grin as I fix my hair. There's no way he doesn't think that I'm the best.

"What do we do now?" he asks, side-eyeing me. "I spy with my little eye?" I suggest.

"I spy with my little eye something that behinds with G," he starts.

G? "Grass," I quickly say. How stupid is he to pick grass. It's literally surrounding us.

"Nope," he holds back his smile as he watches me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. He's still stupid.



"The sun is up, it's been at least two hours, and you don't want to give up?" he scoffs.

I'm not one to give up. And I'm not one to lose either. Losing is for losers. But you have to do what you have to do.

"I give up," I blurt out. "Finally," he lets out a breath of relief. "It was goat," he utters.

Huh? No. You've got to be shitting me. This kid- "We didn't see any goats, you liar." So technically I win.

"No..." he mumbled with a shrug. "I saw one trotting past." Why is he smiling. I feel like slapping him.

"Only horses trot," I correct him. God, I just wasted hours on this stupid game.

"Whatever, you still lost and that's all that matters," he grins. I didn't but okay.

"I'm still better than you," I say. "No, you're not," he chuckles. Uh- "Yes, I am."

He watch as a black Mercedes pulls up in front of us. "We can ask the driver," he stands up with a grin.

"He'll obviously say you, you're his boss," I scoff, also standing up. Okay, anyone who doesn't work for him will say me.

"M'lady," he says teasingly, opening the car door for me. "One-time thing, my ass," I murmur under my breath as I get into the car.

"I heard that," he makes known as he gets in from the other side. "Good," I shrug.

Well, today's been... something? Whoever tried to snipe us was pathetic. They could have easily followed us then killed us but whatever.

Why am I saying this? I should be thanking God that I'm alive. I should also give that stupid person training lessons.

"I hate you," he whispers to me. "Love," I correct him.

"Al mio jet privato," he tells the driver. I don't know Italian but it's similar to Spanish and from what I heard, we're going to his private jet. Great.



thank you guys sm for 30k, i love u mfs

also i rlly need an updating schedule 😭 sorry this was rlly late but don't expect the next chapter to be quick bc i have NO idea what to write 🤭🤭🤭

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that's pretty much it, adios 😍

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