Chapter 5 - I've Got To Babysit?!

Stacey's POV:

“When are you landing, Stace?” Matt’s raspy, manly voice is over the phone. It’s been one month since the club event. I’m in a private jet from the agency, dressed in similar clothes to the ones from that night, with my legs up on the other seat, crossed, and eyes shut as I’m tired.

That night I was so upset and hurt by my sister’s behavior and words and everything that in the next four hours I was on a plane to a mission in China that I had previously refused to not stay away for a whole month from my baby sister. But after all that shit with her, I needed to put a fat distance between us and keep my heart and mind busy. I’m so fucking cold and hurt inside that I don’t have words to describe.

No, I’ve not spoken a word with her or seen her face to face. I’ve even blocked all her social media connections with mine and her phone number. I’m so done with her. The only thing that I’ve not blocked, though I fucking wanted, is her Harvard attendance and tuition. I’ve paid it all for her to go if she wants. The rest, no. It’s fucked for her.

Blame me all you want, guys, but I didn’t have what she had when I was her age, and today I am the one I am. And I took the hard way, no fucking for money or shit. And I’m also a businesswoman, and I also went to Harvard Law school, and raised her, and trained for this side and all the shit. For the last eleven years, I’ve had no fucking private life. Just her as main focus. To be her guardian, big sister, mother, father, friend, and all the shit.

And I was called at the fucking police station for her underage drinking alcohol, then driving without a license with alcohol on board, then having a license and driving drunk in zig-zag on the fucking road with speed, then other many such things. She’s always been a difficult kid.

In school, I was constantly called by the Principal for her behavior and attendance. And don’t think that it was because of me or lack of parents. No. I’ve been there for her as all she needed, trying to not be that strict with her, but she didn’t care. She’s a fucking rebel, nothing from how I was at her ages. And trust me, mom and dad? They were some strict parents that you wouldn’t think of. But for me it was okay, as I never had a mind for teen hormones and all that. I even took her to a doctor to talk to her and try some therapy, thinking that maybe I was doing something wrong and I didn’t realize, that maybe I was the problem for her attitude.

All this started when she reached the fourteen mark. The rebel in her. She was such a sweet and good child until then, nothing to what she became after. The therapist told me that I wasn’t the problem, but her teenage stage and that maybe she was too spoiled, as he labeled her as being bratty. I fucking blinked at him. He then said that it was possible for the realization of our parents being gone and all that, seeing other kids with their parents, but she told him that she was having the greatest sister and loving her with all her heart and she didn’t feel lack of love or protection or whatever else. So, yeah. I don’t fucking know anymore. I’ve been like a fucking robot all these years, pushing things forward and striking many achievements on all corners. And yes, since that night back at the club, I’ve taken off my legal guardianship on her. She’s on her own. I didn’t have one either. Just me with a baby. Yeah.

Matt has tried all this month to bring her up in our convos, but I’ve avoided the subject. No, he wasn’t with me as I didn’t want him in my team. I needed a break from everything. Not even him doesn’t know the mission I had as it was a sealed in info one, which was a dangerous one and we were heavily hit as we dealt with the fucking Triads. But I completed the mission with success in the end and now I’m finally going back home to Miami. I can’t wait to crash on my sofa or bed or floor or whatever and just splash in sleep or something. I’m fucking sore in my all and I need some me time for a few days at least.

“I don’t fucking now anymore, Matt. Probably half an hour something….” I’m yawning with my phone at my right ear. It’s fucking two in the morning. “We’re coming in for reports and then I’ll score home….” I’m yawning again. I’m beat tired.

“Stop yawning like that, darling…. You don’t want to know….” Son of a bitch…. Fuck you, Matt…. I’m in another yawn, cursing him under my lips as he’s playing the words in a fucker way.

“Shut the fuck up, loser.” I’m stretching and groaning.

“Damn…. You fucking kill me….” I’ve just ended the call.

FUCK YOU! Motherfucker and your fucking male balls! He’s calling back but I hit a complete shut down of my fucking phone. Fuck you again and zip it. I’m devilishly laughing. I shove my phone in my jacket, cross my arms and go for a nap.

The other four guys that are with me will wake me up when we’ll land. Sweet dreams…. Not that I have that kind of luck, but at least dreaming about dreams…. Ha-ha! And I go in my sleep with my head dropping on my right side.

“Alexander? Wake up.” Just let me fucking sleep…. Can’t you see I can’t fucking stand up? Get the fuck away from me if you treasure your fucking life…. Yeah, it’s one of the boys I’m with. Boys…. Men. He’s shaking my left shoulder and I’m probably drooling some, but who the fuck cares.

“Be careful with her, man. She had it tough and she’s in her killer instincts. She’s not on top level for nothing….” Another is informing this one and I’m faking snoring to see what they’re saying, making me laugh inside. From outside, I look like I’m in a deep sleep, but though I’m sleeping, I’m always alert.

“Even when she’s sleeping, she’s damn beautiful….” Oh yeah? Son of a fucking bitch…. No, I’m faking sleeping and he’s in a husky voice with the other going silent. I can feel they’re all with their eyes on me. It’s such a penetrating heat around me that you wouldn’t fucking believe.

While I’m like this, with my arms crossed over my chest, legs up crossed, head aside, mouth a bit opened as I was sleeping, giving the impression I’m dead asleep, and they’re all staring at me as they’re in complete silence for some minutes now with no movement around me as they’re standing from what I’ve heard earlier, I take my boss voice.

“Had enough of staring? Tell me who’s first to go down. I’m generous.” Silence. I’m in same position, same all, waiting. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE PLANE BEFORE I SHOOT YOU ALL! NOW!” They’re going…. I now open my eyes and sigh. “Right. We’re finally home.” I leisurely collect my feet from the other seat and stand up groaning, arranging my blazer and hair. “Well, we need to gain some energy for the paperwork and then head home with light speed. Let’s do this.” I’m wiping my drool from my mouth with the back of my right hand. “Shit…. I knew it. Yeah, well.” I shake my head as I’m hit a bit by dizziness and inch to the exit, rolling my shoulders and stretching my hands at my back, releasing another yawn…. Fuck…. It’s a cold night…. UGH!

The cold air sends chills down my spine. Well, when you’re tired, yeah…. Cars are parking in a squeal of tires, and I get in the middle one for a fifteen minutes’ drive to the agency. Let’s nap again…. Yep….

I’m walking in the agency with the four fuckers behind me, being greeted by others but I just wave off as I can’t fucking stand any longer but fucking speak, and I’m heading to the main offices, scratching my right side of the head as I’m in a state of a whining baby for sleep inside, and when I’m tired like this, that’s a habit of mine since a kid. It hasn’t left me to adulthood unfortunately…. Yeah….

I’m now getting in the elevator with the four fuckers, rubbing the back of my neck with same hand, the next stage of my habit, yawning some more. No, they’re silent and avoiding my stare as they know I would either beat the shit out of them or shoot them, so they know better than that, especially after I overheard them. Man! I need a fucking bed…. Wonder how Anna is doing…. Shit….

I get out of the elevator with the fuckers positioning behind me again as yes, I’m their top and in the agency, and stroll to the main office for briefing and whatever else.

When I’m almost at the main door, I take out my pack of cigarettes, take one, light it, place the pack of cigarettes back in my blazer, while walking, and one of the fuckers from my back is opening the door and I step inside with them following me.

I release the smoke and when I land with my eyes on the boss’s chair who’s waiting for us, I see he’s grinning at me and he’s with another guy with some bodyguards standing aside. The fucker seems familiar, but I don’t bother to look further as it’s none of my business.

The guy is a hot male specimen, around twenty something, gorgeous features, expensive brand black suit and shirt, tailored to those Greek God muscles and towering built, chestnut wavy hair and some dark jade eyes to die for, who’s smirking at me, sitting on a chair in front of my boss like a fucking lion emperor. I’m yawning….

My boss? Gerald Satherland. 49. Single. A hot guy and well-built himself, not showing his actual age. Brown eyes, black hair, grey suit and cream shirt, with a tie to match all that. He’s a bad boss, like in cruel, to many, but to me he’s a puppy. Most of the times. There are times when I can’t go against his orders, but those are rare. When you have value, you have rights.

“Heard it went well, Stace.” He’s leaning his back on the chair and I can feel the other guy’s stare at me. My fuckers are behind me. I’m twisting my head at him, with a whatever grimace and stare. He’s somehow with a mischievous stare at me.

“It did. We’ve retrieved our stuff. Victims. Well, a lot of them. I used a truck of ammo on that…. First branch is secured and ours. The others have the warning flagged. I kind of…killed one of the heads. But he was disposable…. And the other stuff you’ll be reading in my full report when it will be done. Half an hour or so as I want home fast. I’ll report the main stuff, and the fuckers behind me will complete the details as they fucking know that if they leave a fucking detail uncovered, they’ll fucking die by my hand.” I’m taking another smoke to keep me fucking awake as I feel like a drunk person and behind me is dead silence. Boss is smiling.

Yeah, yeah…. Your top makes you happy on my sleepless nights…. But I made a lot of money, so I’m fine…. Yeah…. And I did save some people trapped in there…. So, lots of rewards to my soul and person.

I’m faking a smile, sighing.

“Proud of you.” You don’t say…. I would so whack you right now. And the fucker sitting on the chair staring at me with I don’t know what kind of stare as I would kill him if I knew.

“Thanks, boss. I’ll be in my office then.” I turn around to walk out but I turn back. “Oh! Yeah….” I’m rubbing my forehead. “I forgot. Umm…. Our agency’s branch there?” His brows go up, his forehead stretches, his lips are pressing against each other, and his eyes darken as he knows.… MUHAHAHAHA!

“What about, Alexander?” He’s in his serious persona now, the cruel boss, and I’m fucking smirking in a wicked one, with my head leaned at my right at him, and for sure my eyes are dancing in an evil laughter.

“The head of our agency there?”

“Alexander?” He’s tensing up, I’m laughing under my lips. “No, you didn’t.” Oh yes…. The guys are chuckling behind me.

“Well, it was fun, sir. I beat the shit out of him and he’s in a small vacay to restore his energy. He was pleased in the end.” I’m giving my cigarette at my back to one of the guys, not taking my stare off my boss, and one of them takes it.

“Why, Alexander?” He’s fucking angry with flaring eyes and a ragged breathing. I’m shoving my hands in my pockets and take my lion stance and chin up at him, with a demented stare.

“Because he wanted to fuck with me and my orders. You perfectly know why, sir. Don’t boil, sir. It will ruin your handsome face. I promise he went on orgasms in his retreat.” I’m laughing like a lunatic under my lips and he’s almost pouncing on me. Ha-ha!

“ALEXANDER!” Well, at least I’m gaining a rush of adrenaline with this for my report…. Ha-ha!

“Yes, sir?” I’m undergoing an innocent stare and grimace taking my hands at my back, smiling in satisfaction.

“You’re…!” He wants to say grounded, but he sighs in anger and looks at the guy seated who the fuck I know or care his stance or stare on this. He’s fucking unimportant to my balls. He groans and lays back on his chair, drumming his fingers on the desk, boiled at face and stare. “Fine. I’ll deal with your little fun later. There’s a new mission for you, starting tomorrow morning.” WHAT?! I NEED A FUCKING BREAK! Now I’m the one boiling and in an inflamed all at him, but silent, and he’s in a wicked smirk and stare.

“I don’t think I’ve heard it right, sir. I’m in a break for a few days as I requested yesterday, and you approved.” He’s cocking his head in a wild smirk. SON OF A BITCH!

“Well, things have changed. It’s last-minute urgency and you’re the one for it. You can’t bail out.” I’m with my stare down, rubbing my fucking temples with my eyes shut. I can’t fucking believe this….

“What mission?” Say it’s something minor…. I need fucking sleep….

“With Mr. Brian Stredge over here.” I don’t look at the Sedge whatever fucker, I’m still like before, chewing from my inner cheek.

“What mission, sir?” He pauses breaking my nerves. Just fucking say it already!

“He’s under threats and needs our top for protection. And you’ll be posing as his fake fiancée in all and all the way, to be body on body with him without raising suspicion. It’s until we catch the one or ones behind the death threats.” No…. No…. No…. YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME! TO BABYSIT?! I raise my psycho stare at him, ignoring the kid.