We drove until dark, in complete silence.
I mean I guess it shouldn't have bugged me that he didn't even attempt conversation, because in his
point of view, I'm a big annoying liability. But it did bug me, and I hate myself for letting it get to me
I kept stealing glances at him, looking his face to see if there was anything there.
Any fatigue from driving sixteen hours, or any signs of hunger. But there was nothing.
I was starving, at it was annoying me that he couldn't pull over for just fifteen minutes to get a bite to
eat.
My stomach growled, and he chuckled; the first sound I had heard come from him for the past hours.
"Guess we should get food, right?" He asked, his eyes going to mine.
I rolled my eyes, "You think?"
We stopped outside of a shinny late night dinner, and walked inside.
A woman greeted us, she looked to be in her late twenties; With a short fake blonde pixi cut, wild
amounts of makeup all over her face, and clothes that a hooter girl should wear.
He eyes siezed up Sin, her lips curling into some sort of a sick horny smile.
"Hi" She flushed, "Do you and your...sister need a table?" she flashed me a not so innocent smile.
I was about to lung at her when Sin gripped my wrist tightly, my eyes flickered over to his and he gave
me a warning look.
So instead I decided to handle this...situation, Verbally, not physically.
"Are you fucking blind or something? Do we even look similar? I think all that shit on your face finally
went to your head. Do something useful with yourself and get us a table."
oops.
Her face blushed deep crimson, "Feisty little girl, huh? Did you just pick her up from her middle school
dance, or something?" She asked with a grin, motioning to my dress that I had completely forgotten
about.
"At least you can see my clothes." I snapped back.
"You fucking son of a bi-" She was cut off my Sin raising his hand.
"Just get us a table."
She couldn't have gotten redder, and I was so damn happy.
I didn't know why I felt the need to attack her the second she started hitting on Sin, it wasn't like I liked
him or anything, I mean come on. The guy is a hit man, Mob boss, who is in control of sex trafficking,
dug deals, and killing people.
We sat down in a booth and an old man grabbed our orders, probably because that skeezy bitch was
too embarrassed.
"Bud light, please." Sin said without looking up from the menu.
He turned to me, "And for you?"
"Bud light." I said with a smile.
Sin's dark eye brows rose as the elder man walked away.
"Your not twenty-one." He stated.
"Whoa you can count to twenty-one? No fair you beat my twenty." I teased.
He put down the menu and stared at me, his icy blue eyes stabbing mine, his chiseled jaw set.
"You shouldn't drink your like twelve."
I scowled, "I'm almost twenty."
"Wow you can count." He muttered as he looked back to the menu.
I kicked him.
The silver haired waiter came back over with two Bud lights, "Are you two ready to order?"
Sin ordered a hamburger, while I ordered plain pasta, bread rolls, chicken fingers, macaroni and
cheese, and a chocolate milk.
I finished it in a matter of 4 minutes.
Sin sat there with an amused smile, "If you eat so much, then how are you so thin?"
I crossed my arms over my chest, "The only reason I ate so much is because you dumb ass Russian
mobsters decided to starve your prisoner.
He shrugged, "Oops."
"Whatever." I spat at him.
We sat there in silence for a few minutes, me with my look of hate, and his with that stupid lip curled
smirk.
"Let's go." I said, getting up.
His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, "No, this is nice."
I frowned at him, and then at his massive hand that wrapped around my skinny wrist.
I sat down, "Don't touch me."
He let go, "I want to get to know you more."
That caught my attention, my frown dropped and my tense muscles relaxed.
"Why? You already know everything about me, thanks to that little background check of yours."
He shrugged and took a sip of his beer, "Not everything."
"What do you want to know?"
He shrugged, "Everything."
"I was born in Moscow Russia, my mom and dad were killed in a gang fight or something, and my
brothers were shot and killed. The end."
He shrugged, "I already knew all of that, I'm talking about the real Grey Ravenwood, what went on in
your head? what did you want to be? what were your secrets? What did you enjoy?"
He seemed actually genuinely interested, so i told him.
"We'll when I was five, I wanted to be a princess, naturally as a five year old should want to be. I liked
the color red, figure skating, and Karate."
"So you've been a Ninja since birth?"
I smiled and nodded, "My mom was a stay at home mom, and my dad was a business man of some
sort. Guess the thought of him being a russian mobster never really crossed my mind. Mike was six
years older than me, and Jake was only one year older. We got along pretty well. I attended one of
Moscow's finest prep schools, until I learned of my parents death. From there I was barley going by, my
Karate instructor talked about me frequently, and he just happened to be friends with some people from
the CIA. They recruited me as an orphan, while my brothers attended a boarding school. The CIA was
tough, my blood and sweat went into everything that I did, I trained for five years, without seeing my
brothers. When I learned of their death..." I swallowed down tears, I refused to cry in front of him. "I was
wrecked, and swore to avenge their deaths, but that's when I was sent on that mission to retrieve the
launch codes...and now" I shrugged "I'm a burned agent."
We stayed sitting like that, his eyes locked on to me, trailing over me like he wanted to remember
something he knew he'd forget.
His ice eyes flickered over all of my facial features. "Aren't you happy to be burned? You get to leave
that academy, and make something of yourself."
I shook my head, "If I ever wanted a job, they'd question why my backround was frozen, why they
couldn't find anything on Grey Aleksei Dante Ravenwood. What do you want me to say? Oops sorry I
forgot to also tell you I'm a burned CIA assassin...should I put that under hobbies?" I rolled my eyes.
He nodded, "Point taken."
"So what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Who's the real Sinister Solvact?" I asked with a grin.
He shook his head, "Sorry Suka, Maybe another time." He lay down a hundred dollar bill, "They can
keep the change."
I nodded in agreement, that whore needs more strip money.
He shook his head, "Sorry Suka, Maybe another time." He lay down a hundred dollar bill, "They can
keep the change."
| nodded in agreement, that whore needs more strip money.
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