chapter 20 | captivity

"take the risk or lose the chance." -unknown



Blake POV

Those assholes. I asked Monique a thousand questions regarding all the extra agents she sent. But she went on and on about the mission and that everything should go smoothly. I should have seen this coming. Putting that gun to Aria's head. I wanted to rip them all to shreds.

I'm now pacing in a small room, there's only a mirror, a chair, a table, a small monitor and a door. I know this room. I've seen it a million times. But every time I was on the other side of the mirror. Staring at whatever prisoner was in here. Now others were staring at me. Technically I didn't do anything wrong, I was protecting my charge. But since Monique knows everything and already has suspicions of me withholding information and Aria being an undercover spy, which is ridiculous, I was in deep shit. They couldn't fire me. I'm too valuable but they could put me off the case and I wouldn't be allowed to see Aria anymore. And that was bad. They would probably do anything to her to get to her parents. And that would happen over my dead body.

The door opens and Dean steps in. I let out a breath. I liked Dean. And Dean liked me. He is a rank above Monique so his authority is higher. But he's also a good friend of my parents. And that's not ideal.

"Blake, Blake, what have you done?" he exhales. He sounds tired, bored and angry at me at the same time. This was a quality Dean possessed. You couldn't really tell what he's thinking. I would assume he's disappointed in me. But that's his constant voice. And being disappointed at everything and everyone all the time sounds kind of a miserable life. But yeah, that's Dean.

"Nothing outside my orders, sir" I reply shortly. I think Dean liked me because I wasn't such a pain in the ass. I mean yeah he had to pull me out of a pile of shit a couple times but that happens to everyone. Besides I saved his daughter like twice from terrorists, who wanted ransom money. And I might have fucked her once or twice, but hey, that was common pleasure, there were no feelings involved and I gave her a night to remeber. And that was way before Aria. Now her daughter, Christine, is more like a close friend.

"Monique says otherwise"

Fuck Monique.

"She put a gun to my charge's head" I replied, looking at the mirror, keeping my temper under control, I bet Monique is behind the double sided mirror, waiting for me to snap but her words not mine, I'm good with diplomacy, I know when to keep my mouth shut. At my next boxing session I'll be sure to stick a picture of Monique's face on the boxing bag, for motivational purposes. Of course.

"The charge wasn't cooperating" Dean replied. He was challenging me, seeing if I would snap. To say something that could stop him from helping me, making him trust whatever bullshit Monique told him.

"The charge heard her mothers voice for the first time in two days after being through hell" it was a good reason. It made sense.

"Or the charge did that on purpose because she knows about her parents' identities and might have even taken part in some missions, she could be professionally trained for all we know and the past few days were just an act, her innocence and her not knowing about her parents. We've gathered quite some footage and facts about Aria and she doesn't seem like a normal civilian."

Dean took a step towards me, I didn't move.

"She killed someone for fucks sake. With a gun."

I exhale.

"That's true, but none of you watched Aria for the past 6 months, you don't know what kind of person she is." I turned speaking to the mirror, which was weird as fuck. "Yeah, the facts show that she could be trained, that she could know more about her parents' lives, but for the past 6 months she showed no sign of that, she was a normal college student. And you might joke all you want, Monique, but when I get an assignment I treat it seriously and I swear on everything I had that Aria had nothing to do with spies until that day on the plane."

There was silence in the room. I honestly sounded extremely convincing. I even believed myself. But deep down I wasn't sure, I started questioning the past half a year, wondering if I missed something. Of course if Aria was truly working with her parents she had all my respect, hiding like that in pure sight, and nothing about her lifestyle hinted towards spy work. This also made her 100% more hotter and if I start thinking about Aria being a spy and going undercover to kill people I would get hard, so I focus back on the conversion at hand, adding this image to my list of scenarios I had with her.

When I woke up in this godforsaken room, there was a CCTV recording playing on the monitor. It was from my living room minutes after they drugged me. It showed Aria, throwing the laptop on the floor and throwing the phone towards the TV before they managed to drug her.

What she did couldn't be classified as professional training. It was extremely hot but...

"She destroyed the equipment seconds before we could track the call" he took a step towards me "Seconds Blake, if I wouldn't be working for more than two decades in this line of work I would say it was a coincidence. I do believe you Blake, you're one of our best so I take you word for granted but maybe Aria even managed to fool you". He takes a few steps towards me, now being with his back to the mirror, something in his eyes softened for a second before he leans in, whispering in my ear. "Are you willing to put your job on the line for her?" and slips a key in my hand. After stepping back, his face blank, sighs one more time before starting to head towards the door.

"As much as I would want to help you, I can't do anything now, Luca is seeing Aria in 2 hours and after his interrogation the council will decide if he will get put on this case or not."

I clench my fists. Luca. That asshole. I can't let him get Aria's case. He's a waste of space and a piece of garbage. I can't let him anywhere near her.

I have to get her out of here.

Aria POV

I woke up in a room with a mirror, a chair, a table, a small monitor and a door. As plain as it gets.

Well fuck me. I'm in deep shit. But hey, I'm not dead yet. But I am chained to the table with handcuffs and my legs are also secured with duct tape. I could barely move my body. Should I feel honored? That the MI6 considers me important enough to use handcuffs and duct tape.

Unbelievable. What a bunch of imbeciles. I kind of accepted my fate. I don't think I'm leaving this building alive. I came to terms with that. But I'm going to make this people's life a living hell and do everything in my power to ensure that Annabeth is going to be okay. My mothers words come back to me. They would come for me. I honestly don't believe her. I'm not a kid, I know the situation I'm in, but even if they would be spies, which I still find it hard to believe (but my mum did know Monique which is extremely weird), the chances of them being able to save me are extremely slim. If I wouldn't have known better I would say I'm in the basement of some MI6 high tech building. So yeah, my fate is sealed.

And you might be saying: Aria, what the fuck, why did you lose hope? And I would say: hey asshole, I didn't lose hope, I'm just a realist, I assessed the situation and came to the conclusion that my chances of survival are nonexistent. It would need a miracle and extreme luck.

Before I get to start coming up with some sort of plan, someone enters my room.

A man in his twenties? I'm not sure. He's hot. Like really hot, like Blake-level hot. What the fuck is wrong with these spies and being hot. Do you need to achieve a certain level of attractiveness to be a spy?

"Hello Aria."

I didn't say anything. He knows my name. Well, fuck. I know from movies that thing with: "anything you say can and will be used against you" but I don't think that still applies to me because since they put that gun to my head it's clear that they don't play by the law.

Still they ain't getting anything from me. And I also kinda don't trust my voice to not be shaky. Because as much as I accepted my death I'm still scared shitless and if I wouldn't be binded to the chair my legs would be shaking.

"This will be easier if you cooperate"

Just like I cooperated with the phone call? I ended with a gun to my head.

I look in his eyes and promising death. Even if it would be a waste of good genetics, anyone who starts a conversation with me containing the words 'cooperate' and 'safe' is on my black list.

A shame really, this guy was pretty hot.

He sighs, shakes his head and looks down.

"Look, I want to help you, but I can't do that if you don't offer me anything. And believe me when I tell you that the next guys you'll be sent to aren't this nice"

I'll take my chances asshole.

"Fine, you won't talk, but you can listen"

I don't look at him. Yeah, listen to you making empty promises.

"My name is Luca and I'm here to help you. You are safe here."

I roll my eyes, it also takes everything in me to not yell at him, or at least give a sarcastic remark. But I won't give him the satisfaction of making me talk.

"But Annabeth isn't", now I just want to grab him by the neck and hit his head against the wall.

Emotionally guilt tripping me, by using my sister? Not cool.

"She's out there, taken by people that want the same thing as us" a bullet in your dick apparently, if you keep talking about her.

"But we can help."

Oh fuck off, we both know that the second you get what you want you leave.

"All we need is for you to contact your parents again and tell them we need to discuss."

I'm fuming. Deep breath in, deep breath out. I remember a video I watched on youtube once on how to control your anger. And I gotta say, I'm pretty proud of myself. My self control is surprisingly good. I made no big movement since this guy entered the room and my breathing is still sort of even. I just need to keep counting and imagining ways I'm going to kill him.

"Do that and your sister will be fine. We already have people searching for her, it's just a matter of time before we find her."

He puts his hands on the table and leans in. I'm still not looking at him, keeping my face angled away looking at the wall to my right. Before I even get to take in our proximity he grabs my chin and moves my head in his direction, so that we are making eye contact. And I can feel his breath on my face.

Fucking hell. I almost forget why I was angry when I'm sitting so close to a greek God. His hand is still gripping my chin and my brain short circuits.

"The only person that can guarantee Annabeth's safety right now is you. Don't you want to help your sister, Aria?"

That was a bucket of cold water and my impulsivity takes over. Next thing I know I hit his nose with my forehead, hard. I see stars. And apparently I still need to work on my nose breaking skills because I hit my nose in his chin, hard and now hot liquid is streaming down my face. At first I thought there were tears but when I look there are small droplets of blood trickling on the table.

Luca stumbles back. Gripping his nose. He already has blood on his impeccable suit.

Ha.

At least I didn't hurt my nose for nothing.

I can't wait for him to get pissed off and just get out of the room so that I won't have to listen to his voice or look into that hot as fuck face again. But instead Luca starts laughing. Like full on laughter. He tilts his head back, ignores the blood coming from his nose and laughs. I see red. I don't think I've ever been this angry in my entire life. Apparently he's not the one getting angry, I am. I'm shaking and this time not because I'm afraid. I trash my hands around, the handcuffs making a lot of noise. All I want right now is to punch that face to wipe that smile.

"Uh oh someones getting angry. I get why Blake likes you, you're quite a work of art."

Since I can't get up I just look him in the eyes with pure fury and show him my middle finger.

I swear I saw something in his eyes change for a split second.



A/N

I'm so sorry for the long wait but here is a pretty long chapter. I had a lot of fun writing this and I love when Aria gets violent and hits people :)))

What do you think about Luca?

Any ideas/suggestions for future chapters?

Love y'all and have a fantastic day.