Chapter 18: Tag Team

                                    

                                          
Y/N POV
                          
I was told to await instructions.
                          
My father was my weakness.
                          
I couldn't kill him.
                          
Partly because deep down, perhaps I still felt for him.
                          
But partly because, well, he trained me.
                          
Have you seen what I can do?
                          
Imagine what he can do.
                          
For starters, he "escaped" prison and made his way to America and got through Thomas' home undetected.
                          
I mean, the alarm went off, but we couldn't find him.
                          
And he slipped out, if he did leave, undetected too.
                          
If I wasn't there, Thomas would have been sleeping.
                          
And my father would have been at his bedside.
                          
Thomas could have been dead.
                          
For that, I chose to obey my father's commands.
                          
But he didn't contact me again for a while.
                          
I wasn't stupid, I knew it would come, but for now, I chose to live my life the best I could.
                          
Granted, I'm still me.
                          
THOMAS POV
                          
Things were going a little too well, but I tried my best to push aside the thought that there'd be a storm.
                          
The doc continued to push my buttons, especially since there wasn't any patients for her, so she hung around with the rest of us a lot more these days.
                          
It's no secret I adored the woman, but she was... Her.
                          
I remember ordering a bunch of tasks for my men, only to find them cheering in the conference room.
                          
I pushed through the doors, just as y/n threw a piece of paper across the room into a-
                          
Thomas:"What the fuck is that? What's going on?"
                          
I point to the little trashcan in the room... A plastic basketball hoop toy now attached over it.
                          
Y/n:"Basketball trash," she states.
                          
Thomas:"I thought I gave you all jobs to do."
                          
Y/n:"There's just taking a break."
                          
Thomas:"It's 11am, they've barely begun."
                          
She stops herself from an eyeroll, but I saw it.
                          
This damn woman.
                          
Thomas:"Now if you don't want me to put a bullet in your skull, I suggest you all get back to work," I growl lowly at the ground and they all scurry out.
                          
Y/n:"That was unecessary."
                          
Thomas:"Why don't you respect me?" I look up.
                          
Y/n:"I respect you, Thomas," she says coyly as she grips my collar and leans into my ear, "I'm just not afraid of you," she whispers before kissing my neck.
                          
What made it worse is how attractive it was to me.
                          
Thomas:"I have something for you too," I put a hand on her lower back and kiss her.
                          
She raises an eyebrow as she leans back against the big table, pulling me with her, against her.
                          
Thomas:"If you're thinking something dirty, that's not it... I have a mission, for the two of us."