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   Chapter 17 17. Please don't

Agent 57 (Book 2) By Quidam13 Characters: 11529

Updated: 2018-05-08 16:57


Thirteen's POV

With my left arm stuck back in a sling, I use my right to hold myself up as I lean against one of the pillars leading into the restaurant.

But instead of walking in I'm facing the street. The long white dress Ryder had me wear is stained in the front-this is why I don't usually wear white-and my feet are killing me from standing in these heels for way too long.

The slight breeze has my hair blowing in my face but I don't have a free hand to brush it away since I'm using that arm to keep my balance as I keep all pressure off my right leg.

Red and blue lights dance across my field of vision as I stare-or rather-glare out at the half a dozen police cars and standard FBI vehicles parked on the street in front of the restaurant.

In case you haven't guessed it, this is all Ryder's fault.

He comes walking up to me after speaking with the police chief, his hands stuffed deep into his jean pockets.

He still has his-sorry-my sunglasses on, which makes no sense since it's dark out, and there's a small cut above his eyebrow, his shirt is slightly wrinkled now and his hair is a complete mess.

He runs a hand through his hair as he approaches me, giving me a good view of the bruises and cuts on his knuckles. He comes and stands next to me and gives me a 'innocent' smile.

If I could cross my arms at him I would. Instead I opt for a flat look and a raised eyebrow.

"So..." He trails off as he gives another 'innocent' smile. "Want to go get pizza?"

His tone of voice makes him seem like he actually feels guilty, but I know Ryder and he may appear guilty on the outside, but on the inside he's throwing himself a party.

I shake my head in exasperation. "Can't I go anywhere without a fight starting?" I mutter to myself. If Ryder hears me, he wisely keeps quiet.

"So...is that a yes to pizza?" He looks at me hopefully, and I know this is as close as he's going to get without outright apologizing, which I don't want him to do.

He's not sorry about what he did. He's sorry he did it in front of me and ruined the dinner we were having. Honestly I don't care.

Probably best to explain.

2 hours earlier...

"RYDER!" I roar. I'm going to murder him...and Devin. Thought is mostly Ryder's fault. Oh well Devin is guilty by association. "DEVIN!"

"Calm down woman. I can hear you from the third floor." Ryder pretends to clean out his ears with his fingers. I give him a deadpan look.

"I'm in trouble aren't I?" He asks when he sees my face. I nod in response.

"Any chance I'm going to get away with it?" I shake my head no.

"Are you sure I did it?" I answer his last question with a glare.

Suddenly he frowns as he takes in my appearance. "Why aren't you dressed?"

I glance down at my tank top and jeans in confusion and then up at him. He's finally wearing a button up blue shirt tucked into a pair of dark jeans, his hair is combed and styled, and he's wearing a pair of dress shoes. A suit jacket is thrown over the chair beside him.

"I am dressed." I state. "And where are you planning on going?"

"To dinner with you and my parents." He says slowly as if he's speaking with a child, I gape at him.

"You still want me to go with you to dinner when I can barely make it around this house without help? I'm kind of still recovering from two bullet holes, a couple broken ribs, and enough bruises and scrapes to make me look like I've bathed in glass."

He rolls h

t." Mac states. "You can't do that."

Ryder passes me his badge. "Hold this for second." He says to me before turning back to his cousin.

"Now I'm not." He says with a shrug, getting to his feet and cracking his knuckles. It's a miracle no one else in the restaurant has noticed any of this yet.

"What are you two doing? We're supposed to having a nice dinner. Ryder let your cousin sit down." Dina hisses, trying to keep the boys from fighting.

It's too late for that.

"Not unless I glue nails to the chair first."

Mac looks around Ryder to me. "I'm sorry." He mutters and Ryder shoves him back a few steps.

"Don't talk to her." He says, fury shining in his eyes. "If you were really sorry you would've stopped Lydia."

"You know I couldn't."

"But you could've tried."

Present...

Everything happened really fast after that. Ryder called Mac a few...interesting names and pretty soon they were throwing punches. In between all this several things were spilled on my dress when Mac was thrown into the table.

Ryder won, in case that isn't obvious.

He also called the police and FBI and had Mac arrested. His dad was all for it when he found out what had happened...but his dad is also the director of the FBI.

"I brought you a change of clothes." I glance at him out of the corner of my eye and I see his smile widen into a more genuine one.

"I'm winning you over for that pizza aren't I?" He says smugly.

I roll my eyes at him and push off against the wall, the movement causing me to temporarily try to level out my breathing as pain shoots through my rib cage.

"Your parents going to join us?" I ask as we make our way towards his car.

He shakes his head. "Nah, apparently Dad wants to personally interrogate my cousin." He snickers. "Sucks to be him."

"Thank you Ryder."

"No problem." He puts his arm over my shoulders as we walk towards the car. "We should make a tradition out of this."

"Out of what?"

"Making sure you can't go anywhere without a fight starting."

I roll my eyes at him. "I'd rather not."

"Don't worry, I'll start the fight at the pizza place, you don't even have to do anything except cheer me on."

"Please don't."

"I'm not making any promises." He winks at me.

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