My Worst Enemy

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Chapter 10.-

Andryse opened her eyes and closed them back immediately when her mind still wanted and ordered her body to go back to sleep. She tried to open one eye and recognized the blinds of the window of her bedroom. She checked on the time, deciding that 9 AM was way too early to get up and sighed with pleasure when she scooted herself more underneath the covers, wanting to go back into the sweet slumber.

God knows she needed it. There was so much a girl could take. Between being turned upside down by making out with a hot guy and driving all night to find a dead body to replace the one of said hot guy, she was drained. She only got back home around 6 in the morning, the adrenaline pumping, ready to confront her father, to learn that he had stepped out for an early political meeting with his campaign manager.

Not that she was impatient to face his anger, but she had her story ready and she was too. But now, not only his anger would escalate but she had to regain that same energy that propelled her last night. But it didn't matter. His father wanted a dead body… she got him one. With the exact height, hair color and built of the man supposedly dead. She just hoped he wouldn't ask to see him since he's seen Troy at the brunch but then again, she consoled herself of the fact that he knew him as Michael Moore and had no proof that he was indeed the real Troy Colt. She just had to play that card.

She couldn't help her mind to wander at that moment and think about Troy. A big knot tied her stomach as she wonders if he had wakened up and was feeling good. Well, not good… who can feel good after being shot?... but at least, not having a lot of pain. She knew that Ryan would take care of him and make sure he was fine but she just couldn't shake the worry. She pulled the covers off her head and thought about calling to check up on him, but changed her mind as she realized that it wouldn't be safe to do it there. You never knew whose ears were listening so she promised herself to do it as soon as she could. Or even take a few hours later on to stop by over there.

Once more, she realized that she hadn't felt so emotional for anyone since… Damn, she could barely remember. Sighing heavily, Andryse finally pushed the covers away and stood up. She refused to let her body remember the touch of his hands on her, her stomach bubbling, her knees shaking and the submission he forced her into, with his mouth kissing her and taking her breath away. Staying under the covers and let her mind imagine what would have happened between them if they hadn't been interrupted, wasn't the best idea.

"Oh shit." She sneered, looking at her puffy eyes and unruly hair in the bathroom mirror. "Come on, get a hold of yourself."

When will she be able to get in her fucked-up little mind that he was an enemy? The enemy. Especially that now, he would certainly have a grudge against her for shooting him. Even if it was to save his life and she highly doubted that he would ever understand that it was for his own good. She couldn't afford to get distracted and get her mind away from her objective. She was way too close to let her libido keep her from reaching her goal. No matter how much of a good kisser he was or that she had a very nice peek at his lengthy engine and the ravishing feeling she felt when he was touching her…

"Hey, no." she said furiously, pointing a finger at her image in the mirror. "Andryse snap out of it. Get your ass in the shower and you'll be fine." She swallowed, rolled her shoulders and opened the shower door to turn on the water. "I have to be fine."

A few minutes later, showered and dressed in blue jeans, flat sole shoes and a white loose top, she charged into the kitchen, called out by the smell of fried eggs and fresh toasts. She stopped in the doorstep, taking a minute to look at all the women in the room and for a minute, she felt like she was back to that time where she too, was oblivious to all of her father's activities and was happy, laughing carelessly like they were all doing.

Her mother was dressed in a beautiful blue dress, high collar and stopping just shy of her knees. She looked like she was going to church and Andryse smiled, thinking how much she had always envied her mother's sense of style. But she looked really funny, being all dressed up so early in the morning to stand in front of a stove top, turning up some eggs on the fire while attentively listening to what her sister, Emma, was saying. Emma was 21, the oldest after Andryse, followed by Adriana 18 and Star whom, at 12, was the baby of the family. They all had black hair and beside her mother whose skin was a tiny bit darker, they all had the same skin complexion and smile.

Andryse ran her eyes on her sisters sitting around the table, lovingly joking and teasing each other. A very big ball clogged her throat as she felt estranged to them. Like her place wasn't with them anymore, like she belonged to a world they didn't even know existed. She had forfeited her rights to be careless and happy since that night she had decided to fight at putting a stop to her father's crimes, spending years training and rallying the right people after her. She felt like Adeline deserved to be there even more than she was.

"Andou, what's wrong?"

Adryse snapped out of her thoughts and smiled tenderly at her mother, taking a step forward into the kitchen.

"Look who finally decided to grant us with her presence."

Andryse didn't even bother acknowledging her sister's sarcastic tone or words and crossed the kitchen to kiss her mother on the cheek before sitting down on a free chair and groaned when Star jumped on her.

"I missed you." Andryse smiled at her little sister and removed the bangs in her eyes before holding her tightly against her chest.

"I missed you too, my shiny Star." She answered and kissed the little girl's forehead. She exchanged the Monteses secret handshake with Adriana and returned her sister's smile. Adriana was the shyest and most introverted between the four and always stayed quiet as much as possible.

"You really should stop spending time with those kids and more with us." Her mother reproached her while putting up a plate of eggs with sausage on the table in front of her.

"Hum, I'm sure she had a far more enjoyable distraction these days, mama." Emma said before Andryse could speak.

"Thank you, mama." Andryse whispered before securing Star on her knees and sending Emma a curious look while picking up her fork. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on don't deny it." Emma said excitedly, shifting in her chair to look at her mother. "Mom you've seen how she was dancing with that guy yesterday, right? Andou has a new boyfriend."

Andryse snorted and took a bite of her food. "You couldn't be farther from the truth. Trust me on this."

"No one could resist such a handsome man." Emma whispered dreamily. "Did you see the way he was holding her, mom?" she turned her eyes on her mother who was sitting down by Andryse's side. "Like he wanted to tell everyone that she was his possession."

"Shut up Emma." Andryse blushed violently and threw a piece of bread on her sister.

"Yeah, leave her alone." Adriana said timidly. "Besides, it's none of our business."

"Thank you sweetie." Andryse laughed lightly, tapping her sister's hand before looking back at Emma who was rolling her eyes. "Listen to Adi, she's the voice of reason."

"You have to admit that there's something between you two, Andou." Her mother intervened with a teasing smile.

"Mom, not you too." the blushing girl scoffed, letting her fork fall down. Was it that obvious that she was practically drooling over Colt? But she had to play it cool. "You guys really need glasses because there is absolutely nothing between that man and I. He's just here on vacation and will be leaving soon."

"Then can I have him?" Andryse and her mother looked at her under their long, curly lashes and Emma shrugged. "Well, if Andou doesn't want him, somebody has to make sure he gets some good times here."

"I'll just pretend that I didn't hear my 21 year-old daughter offer to give good times to a stranger."

Andryse felt her heart swell up and her throat closing up hearing her father's voice. She raised her head to look at him just as the same time Emma was gasping, surprised that she had been caught and stuttered in apologies. Her eyes and Patron's met and she felt cold shivers running down her spine when she clearly saw a glimmer of anger shining in his. It was the first time since they met since the boat's explosion and the fiasco with Colt's death and albeit she was sure that he wouldn't say anything in front of his wife and other children, she was mostly certain that she wouldn't last long before knowing exactly what her punishment was going to be.

She could have just found an excuse to leave the table at the moment, but it would just be putting the inevitable off to later so she rather stayed and take the punch right in her face. And just like she thought, he played it cool: kissing all of his girls, eating his breakfast, laughed his heart out as if he had no cares in the world. But as soon as he was done, he bobbed his head to Abdryse to follow him and even got rid of Star who wanted to stick with her big sister.

Andryse held her breath while following him through the hallway to his office but her heart beat even faster when she realized that he walked straight to the left side of the house instead, walking with a fast step, emerging into the big backyard. She wanted to ask him why he was going there but decided not to, thinking that she would know soon enough. But her fear and apprehension grew bigger when he opened the gym's door located on the other side of the garden and left the door open for her to go in. She swallowed and got in, immediately knowing that something was amiss.

Taking her away from the house so that her mother and sisters couldn't hear anything they would say was a very, very bad thing for her. She knew that he wouldn't kill her or hurt her as much as he would anybody else, but she knew that she was going to pay hard. But nothing got her ready for what she saw and she almost fainted, her small cry bursting out of chest.

Two of his men were holding a lifeless body by the arms and it took her some time to recognize Shelly. She couldn't even stand up on her own, all of her body covered with blood and obviously had been beaten up for a very long time. Thinking that she was dead at first, Andryse covered her mouth with her hands, tears flowing down her cheeks, frozen by her pain. Shelly raised her head to look at her and Andryse almost puked when she saw blood all over her swollen and bluish face that was practically unrecognizable.

Jack was standing on the other side of the room looking at her with a smug, satisfied smile and Andryse understood that he was just waiting for her father's signal to kill Shelly. She knew that she had to play it smartly, otherwise she would be the cause of her friend's death. Her father was silently standing next to her, watching her reaction and for a quick second, she remembered the night he was quietly standing the same way, watching her kill her own beloved dog and she understood that it was a test. She swallowed her tears, raised her head and when she spoke, her voice was unemotional.

"Release her." She didn't even need to look at her father to see his brown eyes darken with anger.

"And why should I do that Nina?" he asked her but his voice came out just a deep groan.

"I messed up." She answered, still trying to keep a cold composure. "She shouldn't be the one paying for my mistakes."

"Everything you do has consequences my child." Her father retorted, taking a step closer to her. He was standing just a few inches away, looking at her intensely and a small breath came out of her opened mouth.

"I know." Her voice trembled a little so she scratched her voice. She wasn't as scared for herself than for her friend, knowing that any wrong answer or attitude could cause her death. She could never forgive herself if her friend died because of her weakness and mistakes. "I'm sorry. It will never happen again."

"What is it Andryse?" her father's voice groaned, getting louder the more he was talking with contained anger. "I need precisions. What won't happen again?"

Andryse looked at him from the corner of her eyes and swallowed to free her airway but her father spoke faster than she did.

"Do you mean not do your job as you're supposed to? Hum? Or look at me straight in the eyes and lie to me blankly? Did you really think that I wouldn't find out that you didn't kill the American and that you've been lying all along? Or that a whole shipment that was your responsibility, got blown up in fumes right under your nose? Tell me Andryse, what won't happen again?"

Her eyes burned with tears but she raised her chin and bit her trembling lips. "None of that." She whispered. "None of that will happen again."

Her father breathed in deeply and walked up to Shelly who couldn't even look up with her swollen and bleeding eyelids and Andryse's heart ache so badly, thinking about how much her friend must have suffered because of her weakness. Patron stood a few steps away then turned to her sharply.

"Do you know the sole reason why she is still alive?" he asked Andryse bluntly but she just shook her head, not able to answer. "Because she had more guts than you and she told me the truth. Everything." He said in a sinister tone and Andryse felt fear crawl all over her skin and inside her heart.

She tried a questioning look over at Shelly, in a way to find out what exactly she had told him, but her friend still had her beating up face down and she couldn't guess the first thing. If Shelly really told him everything, it meant that a whole lot of people would be dead in the next twenty fours hours, her and Troy included. A sound pain hit her lower belly as she fought to get some air into her lungs and felt her eyes burn with tears again but she bit her lip very hard not to let them fall. She raised her eyes on her father again as he kept on talking.

"How you were able to sit next to him on the plane and didn't kill him. She confirmed to me that it was him at the brunch yesterday and still, you did not kill him. She was the one to tell me where that bastard you're protecting was, hiding in that hotel room."

Andryse lowered her eyes, suddenly feeling guilty and embarrassed but mostly relieved that Shelly only talked about Troy and not everything else. But she wasn't mad with her. These men were very brutal and only God knew what they did to her to make her speak, so, for her to sell her out only on Colt was a miracle on its own and Andryse promised herself now more than ever to get her out of there.

"Why? Huh? Are you fucking him?" Her father asked out of nowhere and Andryse, stood agape at the unexpected question.

"What? No." she answered sincerely although a little part of her heart was aching, remembering that she actually almost did.

"I'm disappointed in you Andryse." Her father spat on the floor to mark his disgusted state. "Of all people… you were the one I trusted the most. And yet, you're letting someone who was paid to kill me, alive. You are allowing him to live when you know that he could kill me."

"Troy Colt is dead." she impulsively said but she gasped as her breath was cut short when her father's hand landed on her cheek, slapping her hard.

"How can you still stand here and lie to me?" her father shouted. "How can you try to protect a man who's been paid to kill me? Your own father?"

"I love you dad, I would never allow anyone to kill you." She said with a frantic voice, hoping that he'd hear the sincerity of her tone.

"Then why is he still alive?"

"He's not." She tried to make her voice stronger to mask her lie and she turned her face on Jack, still standing at the corner, his smile growing by the minute. "Jack saw him with his own eyes."

"How can I believe anything you're saying now, nina mia?" her father said with his voice suddenly calm. "You brought that man in front of me yesterday, danced and flirted with him in front of everyone and still, I asked you specifically if he was dead and you said yes." He started shouting again and Andryse was forced to take a step back. "And you let him burn down a whole shipment. Do you know how much money he made us lose? How can you lie to me Andryse? How can you betray me like that?"

"I did not bring him…" she started to explain but had to stop talking as her father slapped her again. She clenched her teeth under the pain and her nails hurt her palms as her hands closed into fists.

"I love you mija." Her father's voice was surprisingly soft after such outburst of anger. "I could never hurt or kill you. I love you way too much and your mother would probably kill me in my sleep if anything ever happened to you."

"But you have to understand that you need to be punished because I will not tolerate anymore of your attitude." He paused and crossed his hands behind his back. "I can't deal with that and my campaign at the same time so from this moment on, Jack will be the one responsible of everything pertaining to the business and you will answer and report to him."

Andryse closed her eyes, feeling her blood becoming ice in her veins. That was it. The end of it all. Everything she had worked so hard for the past few years, were irrevocably done. With Jack watching her every move, he was going to discover everything and they all will be dead. She felt another sound pain hit her stomach like a fist hitting her and she fought even harder to breath. But she heard her father's footsteps and she opened her eyes to see him hold a gun next to Shelly's head that the two men were still holding up.

"Now for your punishment." He said with a cynical voice. "You will witness the death of your friend and always remember that she died because of your lies."

Andryse's fist clenched and unclenched, her face hardening. The gun she had placed in the hollow of her back under her shirt suddenly became heavy and she fought with herself not to pick it up and kill him. Jack and the other guys would probably shoot her dead, but at least she would know that Shelly would be alive and that her father could never hurt anyone anymore. Her throat got dry when she realized, that for the first time in her life, she was contemplating the death of her father... by her own hands.

"Unless." Her father continued, oblivious of her change of attitude. "I'll let you choose who I should kill." He looked at her with a vile smile, happy of his brand new plan. "Give me Colt. His life in exchange for hers. You tell me where the American is or your friend dies."

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Ryan pulled his hands up above his head and stretched his long, lean muscles. He had been seeing patients after patients since dawn and now that it was near noon, the sun high in the sky, despite the fresh air blowing through the leaves of the trees surrounding them, made him feel like he'd been imprisoned and had a very strong desire to run outside. He took a step outside the small house that served him as clinic and gazed around him appreciatively.

Different houses made of wood just like his, were aligned on both sides of the road, giving the camp, a welcoming feeling. Dozens of children were running around, laughing or taking parts in different games and activities and he understood that his wife had already given them recess. His loving cerulean orbits, searched through the crowd of women, quietly chatting and he leaned against the door behind him and looked at his wife, a big smile stretching his face.

Ever since the first day he had laid his eyes on her, 4 years ago, he just couldn't look at another woman. She was the most beautiful and caring woman he'd ever known. Albeit sometimes, she appeared a bit rough, especially to Andryse, he knew that she was anything but and never, not even for one day, he had regretted marrying her 2 years ago. The only problem that always surfaced between them was the fact that they had to live here. He had chosen to help Andryse but his wife was forced to come along after the need had come up to hide from her own father. But despite everything, he knew that teaching the kids and helping him at taking care of everyone, helped her through the day and made up for her refusal of having her own children.

He understood her reasons. As long as Patron was a threat to them, it sure wasn't a good idea to bring a vulnerable child in the middle of all that. But Ryan couldn't help dreaming about playing horsey with a little girl just as beautiful as his wife was. He's always been a sensitive guy, very different from his sisters. Even when they were children, he always rather stayed home to care for his small animals when his sisters would be out, going to karate class and kickboxing. The only reason he ever went to a gym, was when he realized that buff and six-packs guys, were way more successful amongst the ladies but he still barely could use an automatic gun.

He was born to heal, not to kill. That's why everyday, he silently thanked Andryse for making sure that armed men were stationed all around the camp and at the base of the mountains, to keep them safe and warn them of any coming danger. She had always made sure that there was an alternate route, not visible from the main road for them to escape at any sign of intrusion. Not letting anything to chance, she had even prepared an evacuation plan that Mario Cross, an ex military man who was responsible of guiding and commanding their protection, had them practice on a regular basis.

But until now, they were safe and sound. In their little camp hidden from behind the forest, on top of the mountains, far away from the capital city where Patron's hold was the most powerful. He had a profound respect for Andryse for wanting to save and protect all of those men who were Patron's targets and their families. Each and everyone one of them was condemned to die by Patron, but ever since Andryse was in control, she had managed to make them escape to other countries under false names and those who couldn't, were there, patiently waiting for her to be able to bring the whole organization down.

No one was realizing how much she was risking her life everyday to save theirs, no one was realizing how much fragile they were, if anything were to happen to her or if she made the simplest mistake. Their little haven would go up in flames and they would all be dead. That's why at first, for a short second, he thought twice about saving the American's life.

Shelly had called him many times to rant about how she thought Andryse was making the mistake of her life and therefore endangering everyone by allowing the assassin to live, so when she showed up on his doorstep asking for help, his first desire was to rebuke her and let the man die.

But he was a doctor before all and it was his responsibility to prevent him from dying. But what really got to him was the look he thought he saw in Andryse's eyes. A look he hadn't seen since they were all in high school together. She had a big heart and didn't believe that people had to necessarily die to make a point, although he had witnessed her killing before, but her eyes never bore that special look and worry. He had no idea what her reasons were for trying so helplessly to save that man but he knew her well enough to know that it was important to her.

Exhaling and running a hand in his low-cut blond hair, Ryan looked at his watch and decided that his break was enough. But before he went back, he had to check on Troy, he had finally asked him for his name, and make sure that he didn't try to stand up and tear up his stitches. Ryan had to put pressure on him so many times during the night and all throughout the morning to keep him from standing up. He rolled his shoulders and stepped away from the door, heading with a quiet step to where his wife was happily chatting with a few other women.

Adeline saw him coming from the corner of her eyes and respectfully excused herself and walked away, heading to their own little house, knowing that he would follow her in. And as soon as she walked in the living room, she felt an arm pulling her back up and she moaned when her back hit the closed door and her husband lips were hurriedly pressing on hers. She threw her hands behind his neck, feeling a thousand tiny fireworks explode inside of her. Even after all this time, he was still making her swoon and her skin sprinkled with goosebumps as his strong hands ran under her green skirt to roam on her thighs. Out of breath, her heart beating out of her chest, she pulled his head up from her lips by holding his locks and she could feel his heart beating as fast as hers under her palm leaned on his chest.

"Hello." His voice was twice as sexy when blurred with desire and she bit her lower lip, grinding her waist on him.

"Hi." She whispered with a smile, her eyes looking at the beautiful face of the man she loved.

He had a little goatee that he meticulously kept trimmed, a long chin and high cheeks but he looked very much like his sisters, so it didn't bother her that he had such feminine features. She knew how lucky she was to have ever been loved by a man so wonderful, especially after living trough the hell she had, ever since she learned who her real father was and the conditions in which she had been born. Knowing that she was just the result of a rape, always hit her hard but he had taught her to try and forgive, although she felt like she would never forget, he was the one who made her life more livable throughout the day.

"Aren't you looking fine today?" Ryan whispered, his eyes looking at the part of her neck, showing up trough her buttoned down shirt, not able to resist putting his lips on the sweet spot showing there.

Adeline panted his name very softly as she closed her eyes and ducked her head back, letting him nip at her neck. But Ryan quickly stepped away from her when he heard a loud scratch of the throat behind them.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude… I just..." Troy said weakly, leaning on the bedroom's door, his body almost bent in two.

"No, no don't worry about it." Ryan quickly interrupted him, hiding his wife from view to allow her time to re-button her shirt. "You're still very weak you shouldn't be on your feet. Why did you remove the IV?"

Troy grimaced, hearing Ryan's firm voice and he felt guilty, looking at his arm where the catheter once was. He let out a fable chuckle but grimaced again as it hurt his chest. "I know." He groaned under the pain. "I just wanted to be able to move freely to find a phone." His eyes looked around the small apartment, in search of a phone but didn't find any.

"I need to call my office." He explained, his eyes going back on the couple in front of him.

He frowned when once again, the little brunette standing next to Ryan reminded him of Andryse. She had come all night long by his side and most of the morning, to check up on him and feed him with soup. Apart from their names and the fact that they were married, he had absolutely no idea who they were yet and they even refused to tell him where exactly he was, but he admitted that Andryse really did leave him in good hands.

But too time much had gone by. He needed to call his office to let them know that he was still alive and find a plausible explanation of why he still hadn't killed his target.

"Yes, of course." Ryan acquiesced, taking a step forward. "I'll give you my cell phone. Just dial the international dialing code. Do you know it?" he asked, giving him a black blackberry world.

"Yeah, I do thanks." Troy answered before picking up the phone.

"Why don't you go lay down?" Adeline offered with a smile. "I'll get you some lunch ready meanwhile."

"Oh no. I don't want to cause you trouble." Troy shook his head but he was cut short once again.

"No trouble at all." Adeline retorted with a small giggle. "I have to get lunch ready anyway." She playfully hit her husband's arm and walked away to the kitchen after they exchanged a loving look. Troy smiled, feeling a little embarrassed to witness their signs of affection to each other.

"Well thank you. I'll be inside."

He trailed his feet back inside the room and let himself fall heavily on the bed. A breathtaking pain instantly shot throughout his body and he silently cussed between his breath, promising himself for the umpteenth time, to get even. He had been punched, beating up, stabbed, even had his arm broken once or twice, but never had he been shot and no pain he already experienced was as bad. But deep inside, he knew he could never shoot her like that. Probably kick her ass once and for all, letting her know that there were so many other ways, they could have made it out alive if his guts were right and Patron's men were coming for him.

But he guessed that it was easier for her to deal with her father, in a way to prove that he was dead. So he wasn't really sure if he was mad, angry or just relieved that at least her father's grip would be lifted off her shoulders. But him being soft with her didn't help her to believe in his abilities, and he promised himself to show her exactly what he was capable of as soon as he could get the freedom of movements without that pain cutting his breath.

He exhaled and dialed out the number and it didn't take long before a female voice came on the phone. He tried to keep the painful glitch in his voice to the minimum as he spoke.

"Hey Kelly." He greeted the voice, his jaw dancing under his efforts to ignore his pain.

"Fuck Troy where they hell are you?" Kelly shrieked on the line and he could easily imagine her eyes wide open, filled with worry. "Why won't you answer your damn phone? Do you know how worried sick I was?"

"Sorry." But his voice didn't sound anything apologetic. "Something unexpected came up." His mind silently corrected him, replacing the 'something' by 'someone' but he brushed it away.

"Really?" Kelly snorted. "Well, I hope you get your shit back together fast because the grape vine is buzzing and word is, that your target is still alive and well. Please tell me that's not true."

Troy grimaced but this time, it had nothing to do with his pain.

"Like I said." He snapped. "Something unexpected came up. I just need a couple more days." He looked at his bandaged chest and smirked before correcting himself. "Or weeks."

"That's not you, what the hell happened to you?"

"That's not important."

"Yes it is." Kelly talked over him then lowered her voice to be just a soft whisper. "You're off the case Troy."

"What are you talking about?" he frowned, giving her his full attention.

"I'm saying." Kelly answered, still with the tone of confidence. "That Manson had been hired to do the job you still can't do. Word is, he'll be landing as soon as he's done with a couple of shitters in Argentina. In a week or two, he'll be hot on your target's trails."

"Andryse."

His heart skipped a beat as he immediately thought about her. Manson was a criminal, taken out of a maximum security prison and trained to be an assassin. He has no soul, no remorse and would kill a child in its womb. If Andryse ever crossed path with him, she would never make it out alive and he was the one bastard who wouldn't hesitate to kill her whole family just to get to his target. He closed his eyes, not even wanting to think about what would happen if Manson knew that she was head of her father's organization. Manson wasn't the best or most proficient, but he was ruthless and heartless and that helped him at acquiring a good foot in the business. He had to find her, warn her. Protect her.

"Kelly I have to go." He said with hurry, wanting to call Andryse right away.

"No wait. You have to come back home Troy. There's nothing there for you anymore."

"You're wrong. I've just started here."

He answered absentmindedly before hanging up. He had a whole new mission. He had to protect her because he was the only one trained well enough to fight Manson and knew of the assassin's tactics and way of working, making it easier for him to track him down and protect Andryse. If he left now, he would lose her and strangely, he knew that there was no way in hell, he would ever let that happen.