Enemies On The Mission [b.barnes]

Part 9 - Stripclub

James's POV

"James" I wake up to someone saying. "Get up asshole, you have to get ready."

I groan and flip over.

"Want me to slap you like you did to me?" Marcella says.

"No I'm up" I mumble quietly.

"You don't look very up" she says. Little brat.

"Well I am," I grumble into the sheets. Then I get slapped on my bare back. I made sure not to hurt her when I hit her thigh, just enough to make it sting slightly, but she doesn't hold back.

"Marcella what the fuck?" I groan, "I'm u-" I cut myself off when I look at her. She's wearing a short red dress that shows off her figure and her brown hair slightly hanging at the front as she stands straight again after hitting me. "La naiba, ești atât de drăguță" I whisper.

(Translation: Fuck, you're so pretty)

When she sees I'm gawking at her she looks confused then looks down at herself, "What? I'm not flashing a nipple or something am I?"

I snap out of it and reach under the covers to adjust myself. She'd have a field day making fun off me if she knew I was hard right now. I clear my throat, "No."

I'm just like this because I haven't had the chance to get off since this mission started.

I'm telling myself that a lot around her lately.

"Ok..." She draws out. "Well you have to get ready it's half 7." She walks back into the bathroom smirking.

I get up and walk over to my bag. My side still hurts but I've had worse, I'll get over it.

"Hey James?" I hear her call after a minute.

"What?" I answer. I hear her walk back out and sit on the bed.

"You said Sam did you a big favour earlier, what was it?" She asks.

I stay silent for a minute while I pick out my cloths, debating if I should tell her or not. "He let me stay with him after my mama was killed. I was 17 at the time, around 10 years ago."

"So your close with him then?" She asks gently.

"Yeah I guess, he pisses me off though."

She giggles a bit and then carefully asks, "What about your dad, where's he?"

"Don't know, I haven't seen him since my ma died."

"He left you?" She asks, almost sounding sorry for me. I don't want pity.

"In a way." He ran away after I tried to kill him. I'll find him though, he's going to fucking pay for what he did.

It's quiet for a little bit while I shrug on a black button up shirt over my top half.

"What about your parents?" I ask, I've never heard her talk about them and she's never spoken to them on the phone or anything since we got here.

"They were both killed when I was 14, 10 years ago aswell," she says. Fuck, she was only 14, I want to ask her what happened to her after it but I don't.

"Do you know who did it?" I ask instead.

"In a way," she says, copying my words from earlier.

I turn around so I'm facing her and continue buttoning my shirt, it gets painful when I have to lift my arms to do the top half.

Marcella must notice because she stands up to help me. "I can do it myself," I tell her but she takes over anyway.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself and ruin the mission," she says.