CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
THE NEXT STEP

"Home sweet home."

Another motel. After staying in the safe house for two and a half days, Angeline was more than disappointed. A double bed sat in the middle of the room, thin white bed covers on top, and there was a small kitchenette and a table and chair. It looked like every other motel that they had stopped in so far.

Angeline walked past Mitch as he was checking the room to make sure it was one hundred percent safe, rolling her eyes as he went into the bathroom with his gun in his hand. She flopped down onto the rickety old mattress and pulled out her duffel bag which was filled with her clothes and books.

"It's a good thing I like reading, or else I probably would have died of boredom," Angeline noted as she pulled them all out. "Are you a spine breaker?"

Mitch looked slightly startled as he emerged from the bathroom, his face screwing up a little. "Excuse me?"

Angeline smirked, realising he had taken it sexually. "I mean, do you break the spines of your books? I know some people think that it's practically a sin to do so - but I can't imagine reading at an angle. I break them as soon as I get them. And I dogtail the pages instead of using a bookmark most of the time. Another crime, apparently."

"Does that matter?" Mitch asked.

"To some people," Angeline quipped, "I guess you're not a reader."

"No, not really," he said as he pulled out the chair at the table and grabbed his laptop, opening the lid. "I could never imagine the words. I preferred the movies."

"Oh, I used to be such a bookworm," the brunette responded as she held her book to her ear and snapped the spine of it - it wasn't that satisfying actually. "The smell is one of the best parts."

She raised it to her nose this time and inhaled deeply, causing Mitch to glance over at her with a strange look.

"Wanna smell?"

"Pass."

Angeline sighed heavily and peered at the front cover, settling her head down against the pillow behind her. It was about midday by now, so she reckoned that she could probably finish it before tonight. So long as Mitch didn't make any plans to leave, although she didn't think he would.

Mitch pulling over into a motel so soon in the day had actually been rather abrupt. One moment Angeline was sitting in the car waiting for him to come back from where he was using the bathroom in the woods, and the next he was coming back and telling her that his superior told him he needed to check something out.

He wouldn't tell her what it was and Angeline had no energy to push.

"So were you cool in high school?" Angeline asked.

Mitch scoffed. "I was in between. I blended in."

"Really?" Angeline narrowed her eyes at him.

Just looking at Mitch, she would have assumed that he had been popular in high school. He was tall and handsome and was strong - he probably played sports or something. He probably would have been the kind of guy that everybody had a crush on. I mean, Paige had certainly liked him enough to hit on him, and even Darcy had said he was hot and she was a lesbian.

Or should she call her Mila now? That's what Mitch had told her Darcy's real name was when he looked into her phone. Was she even actually a lesbian? Or did she pretend to lure Angeline into her bed? Her head hurt thinking about it and she wondered what 'Darcy' was doing right now. Probably helping out her own father - Angeline's father's opposition.

"Yeah," Mitch said, "I didn't care for popularity. Guess I've always preferred to just stay under the radar."

"Hmm..." Angeline hummed in thought. "I used to be a bit like that until I met Paige. She took me under her wing as soon as I started at that school. And she was the most popular girl there, so. I adjusted well."

Mitch scoffed, shaking his head. "If you're somehow under the impression that we would have been similar at high school, then you couldn't be more wrong."

"I'm not saying we'd be besties or anything." Angeline rolled her eyes. "Unless you wanted to be. I'm actually a really good friend."

"People who say they're a really good friend, usually aren't."

Angeline huffed and decided to ignore his usual pessimism. She peeled open her book, pulling her knees closer to her chest and getting comfy as she leaned against the headboard. Resting it on her legs slightly, Angeline began to read, in yet another desperate attempt to keep her mind from drifting back to Zimmerman. She was scared to sleep tonight.

About an hour passed by. Angeline was four chapters into her new book and Mitch had just closed his laptop, releasing a stressed sigh as he rubbed his hand over his jaw. Angeline glanced up at him and couldn't help but think he looked incredibly handsome when he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"What's wrong?" She asked quietly after a few moments.

Mitch hesitated. "You want to know?"

Angeline jumped, dropping her book on the duvet and losing her page as she sat up eagerly. "You're actually going to tell me?"

"I won't if you're going to act like some sort of excited child over it," Mitch glared slightly at her. "It's nothing to be happy about, trust me."

Something dropped in her stomach and Angeline suddenly grew a little worried. She scooted towards the end of the bed, hanging her legs over the edge so she was a few feet away from the table that Mitch sat at. He took her patient silence as confirmation that she really did want to know, and yet another small sigh left his lips.

"The CIA have been tracking your father's personal phone for a while now," Mitch muttered, "Any messages that he's been receiving... None of it's to do with your father's little project - he's not stupid enough to talk about it on there it seems - but your mother's been texting and calling him, Angeline. She's worried because you've not been answering any of her messages or picking up the phone."

If it was even possible, Angeline's stomach dropped further. "What has he been telling her?"

"He's not been replying to her," Mitch said, "We need as little people involved in this as possible. If your mother contacts the police over here, the CIA's influence means you won't end up on the news or anything - 'cause they'll intervene. But she could kick up a fuss and then you end up on social media and it gets harder to control."

Angeline's brows furrowed. "What about my friends too?"

"We don't know about them," Mitch replied.

"I know you said you can't have people involved, but can't I just tell them I'm okay? Won't it stop them from getting even more people involved until you get me to the safe house?" Angeline questioned.

Mitch hesitated. "It's what my superior was considering. Only we have no idea if your father and Williams are tracking your friends' and mother's phone either. They could be waiting for you to contact one of them."

She missed her friends so much. The last time she'd seen them had been at her eighteenth birthday party, which felt like it had been decades ago at this point. It didn't help that she'd been drunk off her face and drugged by 'Darcy' either - a lot of that night was just a blur now.

"I don't get this," Angeline suddenly said angrily, frustration seeping from her. "Why can't I tell you the codes now? Then you can tell your superior or whatever, and they can stop all of those stupid bombs going off. This is so long-winded, I'm more likely to get caught by one of them before I'm even in a safe place to tell the CIA those codes."

"It's a lot more complicated than that," Mitch answered her and Angeline could tell he was trying not to get frustrated with her as well. "I was meant to be the one to get the codes - after I found out exactly where those bombs currently were and what Williams had to do with it. I managed to figure out the Williams situation, but you kind of fucked up the rest."

Angeline was pretty sure he hadn't said it maliciously to make her feel guilty, but she still felt like her stomach was dropping. Lower and lower. Filled with nothing but hurt and culpability, she wished she'd never even peeked through her father's open office door.

"So you don't know where the bombs are right now?"

"No. I was weeks away from finding out. My instructions were pretty clear - work close enough with your father to find out where the bombs are, get the codes, take you away from your family for another agent to get you to the safe house, and then go with some others to get Williams whilst others went after your father. It was a pretty flawless plan."

Angeline released a shaky breath. "People are gonna get hurt because of me. Is that what Zimmerman meant?"

Mitch's subtle frown deepened. "No. Zimmerman was mentally ill Angeline - he didn't know what he was talking about. How were you to know what you'd find going through your father's office?"

Mitch had spent the last week trying to convince himself that too. He'd been so irritated with her for messing everything up, but slowly and surely he was beginning to understand that Angeline really was just a curious teenage girl who was at no fault.

Angeline ignored his question. "So you were going to get the codes yourself? What difference does it make if I tell you them now? I mean, what if I get killed and then nobody but my father has the codes? Then what will you do?"

Mitch's jaw clenched. "You won't get killed."

"I might -"

"No, you won't - not under my watch, you won't die, Angeline," Mitch practically growled, "Your lack of trust in my ability to keep you safe pisses me off."

Angeline rolled her eyes, unaffected by his angry tone. "Everything pisses you off."

Mitch sent her a pointed look before he abruptly stood from his chair. Angeline nearly flinched before realising that he was heading for the bathroom, grabbing his gun on the way. Angeline swore he went nowhere without it.

"'M taking a shower," Mitch grumbled before the door shut.

Angeline didn't call back to him, instead she shuffled back to where her book was, cursing over the fact that she had managed to lose the page. She heard the shower switch on in the bathroom, the noise echoing. She reached into the pocket of her jumper after glancing at the bathroom door to make sure Mitch was still inside it, pulling out the rectangular box of condoms she had stolen.

He'd been slightly irritable since they pulled over to the motel, but Angeline didn't care. She sort of wanted to release her frustrations, to lose herself in finally having sex with Mitch. God knows she'd thought he was attractive since the moment she laid eyes on him, and the way that they'd messed about yesterday had done her imagination no favours.

Angeline liked sex - hell, the only reason she'd stayed with Levi for so long was because he was actually decent at it. She wasn't afraid of her sexuality either, she'd always embraced it and was confident with herself and what she wanted. And what she wanted now was Mitch Rapp - even if he was an annoying asshole sometimes.

She shoved the condoms into the bag when she realised that she had zoned out, burying it beneath a black jumper. Instead, she grabbed out the puzzle book that Mitch had given her and opened it up.

Flicking through the pages, she realised that there were lots of tongue twisters and puzzle matching and equations and riddles and word searches... Angeline had always thought these kinds of things were boring, and insisted that if she was doing these before the age of eighty then something had gone wrong in her life.

Well, something had gone wrong and now she was trying to work out how to actually play sudoku with one of the pens that had been left by a welcome card on the kitchenette. Angeline moved to sit at the table, her legs folded on the chair as she frowned, reading the instructions over for the second time.

By her second completed square, she realised she was actually pretty decent at it, much to her satisfaction. Angeline hated when she was bad at something. She hummed to herself as she filled out the third square, stopping to think for a moment just as the bathroom door clicked open. Angeline hadn't even heard the shower turn off - she supposed that the book really did help with distracting her.

"Sudoku is actually really fun," Angeline chirped, "I wasn't expecting to like it because I absolutely hate maths, but it's not actually really about maths despite the numbers, you know."

She heard Mitch hum back, not much enthusiasm to his tone at all. Angeline glanced up, her breath nearly hitching in her throat when she saw Mitch had emerged from the bathroom dripping wet with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. Angeline had seen his body before, yet she was still nearly as amazed as the first time. She particularly liked his happy trail that led down beneath his towel, and the way the water droplets clung to his skin.

She cleared her throat a little and looked away as he began to shuffle through his bag, looking for some clean clothes to wear. Her eyes tried to train themselves on the squares on the page in front of her, but it all looked so boring now in comparison to the half-naked man walking around their shared motel bedroom.

Suddenly she wanted a new distraction. One that came in the shape of Mitch Rapp.

"Are you ignoring me now?" She asked, trying to get a rise out of him. "Because I got the last word before you strutted off to the shower?"

Mitch paused as he grabbed a black tee. "I did not strut," he spat, "Nor was I even ignoring you. I'm not as petty as you are."

Angeline raised her brows in amusement. "Ah. Says the man who ignored me for hours because I messed around with that guy at the other motel."

Now, Mitch had a pretty prominent jaw line anyway, but when he clenched it, it was as though you could slice your finger on it. There was also something about him being angry that fueled Angeline - she wanted him to grab her like had done just over twenty four hours ago, to pin her against the wall and grasp her jaw while he yelled at her.

For a brief moment, Angeline wondered what had gone wrong in her childhood to think that was hot.

"I had every right to be pissed at you that day," Mitch seethed, "It was so fucking irresponsible of you to do that shit! He was a complete stranger - and you're on the fucking run! How reckless does that sound?"

Angeline glared back. "Maybe if you hadn't acted like a complete arse after I sucked you off the day before then I wouldn't have had to look elsewhere!"

"Yeah?" Mitch spat, taking a step closer to her - she could smell his shower gel now. "Two men in two days, Angeline? Not to mention that boyfriend you broke up with basically a month ago. What does that make you, Angeline, hmm?" He stepped even closer, glaring down at her now.

Angeline's stomach had butterflies and she had to refrain from smirking - he'd walked straight into her trap. Whether he knew it or not, Angeline had basically just got him to initiate it himself. She also refrained from mentioning how 'Darcy' had also been involved with her - now wasn't the time.

"Answer me when I fucking talk to you," Mitch ordered, "It makes you a slut, doesn't it? And you like it, don't you? 'Like being a slut."

Holy shit. Angeline felt like she was in heaven, her eyes peering up at him as he suddenly grabbed her by her jumper, hauling her to her feet. He still loomed over her, the warmth of his body radiating and his clean smell making Angeline want to wrap herself in him.

"And I haven't even fucked you yet," Mitch whispered, his large hand grabbing her jaw, his thumb running across her plump bottom lip. "But I still know I'm the best you've ever had, aren't I?"

When Angeline didn't reply in the next five seconds, too stunned to react, Mitch's hand moved an inch off her cheek before he lightly smacked her. It didn't hurt at all, but it certainly reminded her that he was in charge. His hazel eyes were burning with anger and arousal and everything in between. They both needed each other.

"Am I, Angeline?" Mitch demanded, although the cocky bastard already knew the truth. "Am I the best you've ever had?"

"Yes, Mitch," Angeline breathed, nodding her head. "'Best I've ever had - best I will ever have."

A ghost of a smirk was on his face before he tilted her jaw so she really was having to look up at him.

His hand found her shoulder and he forced her down onto her knees. "I think I need to teach you some fucking respect, Angeline. Does that sound like a good idea to you?"

Angeline blinked up at him, biting down softly on her bottom lip in a way she knew would have him even more frustrated.

"Yes, Mitch," she murmured, eyeing the obvious outline of his cock that she could see beneath the towel wrapped around his waist.

Mitch's smirk widened at her expression as he peeled the towel off, dropping it to the floor. His hand immediately raked through her long, dark hair, dragging it back out of her face.

"Look at you," Mitch chuckled darkly, "Practically drooling over my cock like a real slut. You want to make me feel good?"

Angeline nodded.

Mitch pulled her hair roughly. "Use your words."

"Yes please," Angeline agreed.

"Good. No using your hands," the dark-haired man ordered her, "Wanna see how good you are with your mouth and your mouth alone."

Angeline had never given a blowjob without using her hands for help before, but she found herself more than eager to try it on Mitch. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Angeline planted her hands on his thighs, figuring that would be okay to keep her stable, and then moved to take his cock into her mouth. She kneeled higher, hollowing her mouth around his tip and sucking teasingly.

Mitch's hand grasped her hair tightly, a small groan leaving his lips from above her. She spat on him before lowering her mouth further down his cock, trying to take in as much as she could. Mitch didn't force her against him but rather left it down to her, his eyes fluttering shut as she bobbed her head up and down him, her tongue flat beneath the heavy weight in her mouth but managing to flick against him a little.

It felt like she was slightly out of control without her hands as she pulled off of him for air, stalling time by sloppily kissing down the side of his cock, her nose brushing him. Mitch took it upon himself to lead her head back to him so she had to take him in her mouth again and this time he forced her all the way down so she choked.

"That's it," Mitch groaned loudly before he pulled her back off so she could breathe. "So fucking good for me, Angel."

Angeline looked up at him at the nickname, his hazel eyes meeting her big brown ones. It made him curse, especially as she lowered herself particularly far on his dick, his hands grasping her hair so tight it hurt. He let her suck him off for a minute or two longer before he grasped her jaw and pulled her off.

"Gonna fuck your mouth now, yeah?" Mitch said, rubbing his thumb across her skin. "Like we did last time."

"Yes," Angeline whined, "Please."

Angeline whimpered around Mitch's cock as he thrust it back into her mouth, his hips slowly pushing in and out of her. She breathed through her nose, her hands holding onto his thighs. It wasn't like Mitch was small so she was choking, her eyes watering as he fucked in and out of her mouth, curse after curse leaving his lips from above her. Salty tears streamed down her cheeks, little breathy whimpers escaping her.

Just as he felt like he was about to cum, Mitch pulled out of her, his cock hitting his stomach, blushed from all of the blood rushing to it and covered in Angeline's spit. He hauled her to her feet and kissed her hard on the mouth, taking her by surprise. His hand held her hair to keep her close to him, her hands quickly holding his strong arms.

"Gotta take this off." Mitch pulled away, breathing heavily as he tugged at the jumper she wore. "Wanna see your pretty body."

Angeline could have moaned at his words alone. The way he looked at her made her feel like the hottest girl in the world, especially how eager his hands were to rid her of her clothes. He was more than happy to find that she hadn't been wearing a bra beneath her jumper as he pushed her down onto the bed, immediately ending up in between her legs.

He began to kiss at her breasts, sucking and leaving hickies in the spots that he hadn't already been the other day. Angeline's breathing was shaky, her hands moving behind his head to lightly tug at his own hair, still wet from the shower. She moved down to his broad back, her nails scraping his skin as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to her.

Mitch took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it whilst his other hand managed to cup her entire breast and tease it. Angeline wouldn't say she had particularly small breasts either - she was a D cup in most stores she shopped at - his hands were just that large. It was the hottest thing ever - she wanted him to grab her everywhere.

Mitch sloppily kissed down the valley of her breasts, his nose brushing her stomach as he slowly made his way down to her cycling shorts, fingers dipping in only to pull them down her legs with her panties. She was just as naked as he was now, her heart thumping as Mitch pressed their bare chests together and grinded his erection down against her.

"Fuck, Mitch," Angeline whined, throwing her head back. "Please."

"Want me to eat you out?" Mitch spoke, voice huskier than usual in a way that had Angeline practically dripping onto the mattress. "Make you feel good, Angel?"

"Y- Yes!"

"Or do you want to try something else?" Mitch suggested, and his tone had Angeline shivering in anticipation. "I'll let you ride my face, baby. Make you cum like that instead."

This time, Angeline really did moan beneath him. It was like a pathetic little whimper, one that had Mitch smirking wider. He was just so smug... In any other circumstance, it would piss Angeline off. Instead, it managed to turn her on even more as he grasped her hips and tugged her upright.

"I'll take that as a yes," Mitch said as he lay down on the bed. "Come on. Sit on my face."

"Okay," Angeline breathed and moved to obey his order.

She was practically on fire with arousal as she shifted her way up his body until she was eventually kneeling above his head. He'd eaten her out before, yet she still felt some nervous butterflies considering she was on top now. She'd only done this with Levi twice before - he always had preferred her to just lay down whilst he'd given her head.

Mitch actually grinned as he grabbed Angeline's thighs, bringing her closer down to his waiting mouth. As soon as Angeline felt his tongue on her dripping cunt, it felt like a relief. She released a long moan, clamping her hand over her mouth out of instinct. She felt Mitch pinch her thigh roughly, causing her to squeal and jump off of him a little, his mouth no longer on her.

"Don't fucking hide your moans," Mitch snapped, "Wanna hear every single thing that leaves your lips tonight, Angel."

Angeline nodded and lowered herself back down, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Mitch began to lap up her arousal, his nose nudging her clit deliciously. She leaned down and grabbed his hair, tugging it. It felt like she really was in heaven now, Mitch's mouth covering her pussy as he sucked, licking up and down her folds, wet sounds filling the motel room. Angeline didn't even have it in her to feel embarrassed. Suddenly, his lips enclosed around her clit and he gave a particularly harsh suck.

"Fuck!" Angeline moaned, nearly on the verge of tears. "Mitch! Oh my God!"

Mitch's slender fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs to keep her still as he sucked and nibbled at her bundle of nerves, lapping up her slick every time she grew wetter and wetter. His mouth was so talented, working to bring Angeline closer and closer to her orgasm.

Mitch shook his head against her, his nose nuzzling her clit as his tongue dove in and out of her entrance a few times. He groaned at Angeline's sweet taste whilst his hands smoothed her up and down. She was grinding down on top of him, her hips rolling a little and making it easier for him to pleasure her as he found her clit again and did small, rapid licks at it.

"Mitch!" Angeline cried and found herself cumming before she could process what was happening. "Fuck! Fuck!"

She felt as though she was coming apart completely, nothing else in the whole world mattering apart from the orgasm she was having as he licked her through her thighs, his grip so tight on her thighs that she was sure to have bruises. The orgasm was so intense that it felt like her stomach hurt, even as she came down and Mitch continued to sloppily kiss her cunt, all until she forced her shaky legs off of him.

Angeline breathed heavily as she collapsed onto the mattress beside him, watching as he licked his lips which were glistening with her slick and arousal. He swiped his face with the back of his hand, humming in content as he allowed her to get herself back together.

"Taste so good," Mitch murmured, swiping his lip and then pressing his finger to her mouth to show her.

Angeline invited his finger inside, sucking around it and tasting herself on him. It was a sort of sweet and tangy taste that she didn't mind too much, but she swirled her tongue around his digit anyway, watching his hazel eyes darken.

"You know what I'd do to be able to fuck you right now?" Mitch hissed.

Angeline pulled off of him as she rolled so she was on her side, her finger moving across his chest and her head hovering over him a little. There was a small, sly smile on her face that Mitch didn't miss.

"I got you something when I was at the store," Angeline whispered.

His brows furrowed. "Really? You wanna give me a gift right now? When my dick is literally about to fall off if you don't do something soon?"

Angeline rolled her eyes at his dramatics before turning over and shifting off of the bed to grab the box of condoms. She turned back around and revealed it to him, a smirk on her face when she watched Mitch's eyes widen a little.

"You stole them this morning?" Mitch reached out and grabbed them.

"I did." Angeline shrugged.

Mitch glanced between her and the box and he could wholeheartedly swear he had never been so attracted to anybody in his entire life. He hoped there would be no mishaps tomorrow because Angeline was not going to be able to walk, let alone run.

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I dont want to jinx it but im being really consistent with these updates. Dont freak if nothing comes out in the next 2 or 3 weeks tho, i have a-level exams so im probably gonna be quite busy! I'll let you guys know on my message board and stuff :)

Also let me know if there's anything you want to see happen in this book or between angeline and mitch! Obviously i already have the plot planned and whatnot, but it would be cool to see if i could intervene any of your guys' ideas bc im really worried its getting repetitive??

^^ this could be for smut too! Like if you want mitch rapp to have a spitting kink? Let me know and its done lol. If you want to message me with ideas privately, my tumblr is @malfoysstilinski and you can send me asks anonymously!

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Thanks sm for reading!!

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