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"I'm in," Ivory says through the earpiece, walking into the club.

My lips tilt up as I watch her walk in. Holy fuck.

She's wearing the red dress I got her for this mission. It fits her perfectly. What can I say, I have great taste in clothes. And red is my favourite colour.

"Make eye contact with him, sit at the bar, then wait," I tell her and she nods at me with a wink.

It was a risk doing this mission but I decided to do it anyway. Kylo, Bella, and Riley are inside the club. Elio and Isiah are outside.

There are three phases to this plan. One, get inside safely, which has already been done. Two, catch Anton Volkov's, the Russian assassin, attention. Three, quietly knock him out and kidnap him. Doesn't seem too hard.

But then again, we have to get something out of his stupid mouth or this would have been for nothing.

Kylo nudges my shoulder. "Volkov is approaching her," he informs me.

Okay, good. But if he touches her or even looks at her wrong, he'll be too dead to snitch.

I watch as they both stand up. She grabs his hand and pulls him into the empty hallway. I didn't even want her to do this stupid job, for fucks sake.

"Phase three in motion," Ivory chuckles. "I sound like a spy." I can imagine the smile on her face. Bit childish though.

"Oh, nothing," she mutters -I assume she's talking to Volkov. Can't she just knock him out already?

"Your jaw's clenching," Kylo smirks. "Are you jealous, perhaps?"

I open my mouth to shut him up but Riley cuts me off through the earpiece. "Is it just me or does Kylian look really pissed off right now."

"Nah, it's not just you," Bella agrees. I regret giving them earpieces.

"I mean, Volkov is a cutie," Kylo shrugs. What? I glance at him and all three of them burst into laughter.

"The fuck," I mutter under my breath, shaking my head in frustration.

"It's done," Ivory says. "Good," I grumble. Now we can finally get out of here.

"That's it?" she scoffs. "Are you not going to praise me for my amazing job?"

I smirk, "I didn't take you as the praising kink type but okay."

"Oh, fuck off," she spits. What? I didn't say anything wrong.

"Really, Kylian?" Elio scoffs. "Do you think I want to hear this?" Fuck. I totally forgot he has an earpiece. "I second that," Isiah mumbles. Whatever, too bad for them.

"Can you guys get him out of here already? Some guy walked by and I had to stop dragging his annoying ass body to pretend that he was too drunk to walk," she grimaces.

Now this is where Elio and Isiah come in. They have to somehow get him inside their car and drive him to the base. I don't care how, I just want him gone.

"Damn, you're dragging him in heels?" Riley chuckles. "You gotta teach me."

"Ayo, teach me too," Bella agrees. "Running in heels is hard enough."

Kylo and I glance at each other. "Well, running in heels doesn't seem that hard," he shrugs.

"Shut up," all three of them say at the same time. I can't help but laugh at his confused face.

"Do you have him, Isiah?" I ask. "Yes and gosh he's heavy," he utters. "Wait- how can Ivory drag him in heels but Isiah can't in general?" Elio laughs. Did I just find a new thing to make fun of Isiah? Yes.

"Shut up," Isiah huffs. "Awh, are you out of breath already?" I tease.

I can tell he wants to say something but Bella interrupts. "Hey, Ivy. His friend is looking for him, she's about to enter the hallway. Watch out."

"I'll just charm her with my amazing looks," Ivory says.

"What amazing looks?" I scoff.

"So you weren't checking me out earlier?" she asks and I can practically hear the smirk in her voice.

"What?" Elio and Isiah say at the same time. I shouldn't be finding this funny, but I am.

"He's smiling," Kylo blurts out. Mother fucker. "I can confirm," Riley adds, then Bella. "Me too." Mother fuckers.

"Ivy?" Elio calls out for her but no answer. The fuck? "Are you dead?"

"If she was dead, she wouldn't answer idiot." I stand up but before I could walk away, Kylo stops me.

"Where are you going?" he asks. "Where does it look like, dumbass," I shake my head, scoffing as I stalk towards where Rory is.

If she's losing a fight, I will gladly watch and laugh. Then kill the girl and help Rory of course. Oh, and I will make fun of her for losing too.

I open the door and my brows raise at what I see. Oh, wow. I don't know whether to laugh or be impressed.

Are they seriously flirting?

"See ya," Ivory winks at her before the girl leaves to look around for Anton. Idiota.

I let out a chuckle as she walked toward me. "What was that?"

"Oh, Kylian. Do you really need a lesson on how to pull?" She tilts her head teasingly.

She must be joking. "Me?" I scoff at her face. "Don't act like you aren't falling in love with me, Rory."

She sighs dramatically and shakes her head and she leaves the hallway. I follow. "You aren't denying it."

"Kylian," she says in a serious tone, sitting down at the bar, "I am not falling in love with you and I never will. We may have a common enemy and have to work together, but I can assure you, that's all it is. After this, we can go pretending like we never had this deal."

"Whatever helps you go to sleep," I raise my hands in surrender. She seems a little bit defensive. Is she sure she doesn't like me?

"Stop copying me," she huffs.

"Stop copying me," I mimic her childishly as I walk off to Kylo. Oh, God. What is up with me.

"I heard that, dickhead," Ivory says through the earpiece.

I take a seat, spreading my legs to get comfortable. "You just love to insult me, don't you?"

Our eyes meet and she sends me a smile. "What can I say? You're a very insultable person," I watch her shrug.

It's honestly concerning how many insults she has for me. Safe to say, dickhead is her favourite one.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kylo smirking at me. Ah, just great. I move my blazer, revealing the gun in my pocket.

"My bad," he mutters. Yea, your bad.

Riley and Bella join her at the bar. Now there are three of them. The trio...

"They're scary when they're together," Kylo mumbles. We both glance at each other and start laughing.

"I mean, remember when you stole Riley's phone so she chased you with a knife?" I laugh. That was hilarious to watch.

"Hey," he furrows his eyebrows. "I thought we agreed not to talk about that day. It traumatised me."

"It brings a smile to my face," I disagree.

***

Time passes. I'm desperate to leave after Kylo started bringing up embarrassing shit that had happened to me in "revenge".

Elio and Isiah left ages ago to bring Anton to the base. Lucky motherfuckers.

The three girls are drunk. But Ivory is drunk drunk. She's going to have the worst hangover.

Speaking of the devil, she starts walking towards me with the biggest smile on her face.

"Can I sit?" she asks. I look at where she's indicating. Kylo covers his mouth in a pathetic attempt to hide his laughter.

My lap.

"Kylo, I'm leaving. Take care of Riley and Bella," I order, and before he can complain, I stand up and start walking away with Rory.

"Oh, you're going to regret that tomorrow," I hold back my smile, shaking my head at her.

"Drunk words, sober thoughts," she replies.

"Oh?" My brows raise. "So you've been wanting to sit on my lap?"

"Maybe," she shrugs, stealing someone's bottle out of their hands, and drinking from it. Does she even know that's vodka? Thought she hated that.

"How much have you had to drink?" I ask, somewhat laughing. But seriously. How much?

"Awh, Kylian, do you care about me?" she chuckles. Oh, God no.

"I don't want you throwing up on me, Ivory," I roll my eyes. "Especially in my car."

As soon as we step outside, she lets out a deep breath. "The full moon looks so pretty," she utters.

"You just called the moon... pretty?" I say, concerned, opening the car door for her.

"And?" she furrows her brows. "It is," she says, getting in.

I enter the car. I've never heard anyone say that but whatever. I guess it is. Somewhat.

A few minutes later, she's messing around with the aux and a song by PND comes on.

"When we arguing... It's just me and me," she sings. I mentally slap my head. How is she not tired yet? Are you kidding me?

"Oh, come on," she whines. "Are you not going to sing with me?"

I hesitate. Why not, I guess. "I was hardly home, working three to three," I mutter out.

She smiles at me. A genuine one though, not one of her fake smiles. "Kylian, a singer?? No way," she dramatically gasps.

"Tell anyone about this and you're dead, Rory." That's if she even remembers any of this tomorrow.

"Is this a bad time to tell you I'm getting car sick?" She wraps her arms around her stomach.

No. No. No. She's not getting vomit inside my car. Kylo did that once and he definitely regrets it. It's not happening again.

"Ivory," I warn. "For the love of God, I'm begging, please don't throw up in my car."

"I'll think about it," she says sarcastically. "It's not my fucking choice, tonto."

Will I look up what tonto means later? Probably. Should I care this much? Not really but I would like to know what she says about me in Spanish.

"Never mind, I think Ima pass out," she says. I don't mind carrying her to her room. Anything but vomit.

Not long after, I let out a sigh of relief as I pull up in front of the gate. I look beside me to her fluttering her eyes.

My guard opens the gate, I drive in, and park in front of the stairs. "Try to keep the vomit in," I say teasingly, getting out of the car.

"I think I'll gladly throw up on your stupid, precious suit," she scoffs, slamming the door to piss me off. Yea, sure. Wait- she's joking, right?

I watch as she stumbles and quickly wrap my arm around her waist. "Careful," I chuckle.

"I can walk perfectly fine, thank you," she rolls her eyes.The guards open the doors for us. "Sure, Rory," I reply as we walk in. Is she always just this stubborn?

"Okay, Dory, I think I'm actually going to throw up," she mutters. Before I can say anything, she grabs my hand and runs up the stairs. Shit.

Running into her room, she rushes into the bathroom. Ah, the sounds of vomit is not what I wanted to hear at three in the morning.

I kneel beside her. One hand pulling her hair out of the way and one hand rubbing her lower back. "Maybe you shouldn't have drank that weird stranger's bottle."

"Shut up," she groans. I'm just saying.

She rests her head on my shoulder. "I feel like shit and if I get up, I'm going to pass out."

We got up. She passed out. I caught her though. Now I'm carrying her to her bed. Why is this how i'm spending my Friday night.

I gently place her before opening some bottled water. "Drink up, love." Her eyes flutter open once the bottle touched her lips.

After taking a few sips, she kicks off her heels and lets out a frustrated sigh. "I'm going to get the worst hangover. Why did I do this to myself."

"Because you're stupid," I shrug. She sends me a glare. "I'm just joking." Kinda.

"I'm going to pass out again, leave," she says, shooing me away with her hand.

"You don't want me to stay?" I ask tauntingly. "Nope, I'm fine," she responds.

"Alright then. Night," I say, standing up. "Lights on or off?"

"Off, I'm not weird." She definitely used to sleep with the lights on.

"You are but okay," I mumble, stepping out of the room. "Hope you die in your sleep!" she yells out.

That was one annoying ass day. At least we got Anton. Now, I have to do the most frustrating shit ever. Interrogate him.



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