My Worst Enemy

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It is the next chapter that comes right after this one. Just to warn you, there are some name changes since I'm using the HSM fanfiction world over there while here, it's an original. But Troy is still Troy and Andryse is Gabriella. Other than that, it's pretty easy to follow.

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"Who are you?" she asked him gently. The question was simple and yet, she was scared of the answer as if she suspected that the truth would just tear them apart and somewhere deep inside of her, she was scared of loosing him.

"Troy Colt." he answered quietly, his face not showing any emotions at all. "Born on January 5th 1984 in a town called Albuquerque in New Mexico, United States. I kill dangerous people and steal important and classified information from governments around the world for a living."

Andryse frowned. "Your file on the internet says you were born in LA and that you were recruited and trained by the US government."

"You don't believe everything you read on the internet now, do you?"

"And you're telling me the truth now?"

"That's what you asked for."

They both stayed silent for a while, him giving her time to digest this new bit of info and her, trying to come up with the most sensible question that would help her know more about him. Then something hit her mind and her eyes popped open.

"Who hired you to kill my father?" His jaw ticked again but she held his shirt firmly. "Back at the hotel, when the "angels" came to shoot you, you were pretty certain that it was a mistake and that Max wasn't the one who hired you. So tell me: who hired you?"

"Sweetheart, you know I can't tell you that." Troy whispered before letting go of her.

"But I need to know." she insisted. "If Max isn't the real threat I need to know who it is. I need to know who else wants my father dead."

"It's not like your father is a saint Andryse." Troy chuckled. "I'm sure that there's more than one person who wants him dead."

"But very few have enough money and power to hire an assassin from the States to come here." she said with a live tone. "And Max was the one to pick you up at the airport which means that somehow, there's a connection between them."

"Max is just an informant." Troy replied coldly. "He's not the one making the decisions and he is just using this method to get his revenge on your father. There's someone way more powerful behind Max and he's the one who hired me."

Andryse's breath itched as she scrutinized his face, trying to catch anything that would let her know that he was lying but as much as she knew that he had probably learned how to lie and was a professional at it, nothing told her that he presently was as his eyes had not left hers even for a fraction of a second. Fear crawled on her skin.

"Who is it?" she asked him frantically. "You have to tell me who it is Troy."

Troy bit his lip, regretting having told her so much already. The lesser she knew, the safer she was and he could kill himself if he was the one to put her in the mire of danger. Although he was certain that she was strong enough to handle the truth, he knew as well that she would put herself right in the middle of it and most likely get herself killed.

Besides, telling her what he had discovered meant telling her as well about Manson and he was still debating on letting her know or not. There were too many dangerous players in this game now and he had to make sure first that there weren't any new ones before he told her the truth. Until then, protecting her was his first goal.

"Listen to me sweetheart." he said quietly, his hands holding the sides of her face after swiping her hair to the side. "I can't tell you because that man is very dangerous and I can't have you in the middle of it and put you in danger."

"But I'm already in the middle of it Troy. Patron is my father, I need to know and protect him."

"It is not up to you to protect your father." Troy snapped at her and took a step back after dropping his hands down from her, his start-up anger making him grit his teeth at her. He was fed-up with the fact that her life revolved around everything that had to do with the asshole of a father she had. "Your father has survived all these years on his own, he doesn't need you."

"He's my father Troy." she shouted this time, firing him with her eyes. How dared he? "My father loves every single one of his children and would give his own life for each and everyone of them. I have to do everything I can to keep him alive even if only for the sake of my mother and my sisters." she stopped to swallow as her anger was making her throat hurt and dry. "I know you may not understand my point because all of your family died..."

"Shut up." Troy grunted, his fingers digging deep in her shoulder to make her stop talking. "You don't know the first thing about my family."

Andryse winced under the pain and she fought her own reflexes not to punch him, fully aware of his anger and change of demeanor. The dangerous killer was out. It was the first time since they had seemingly gotten closer, that he was letting this part of him out while being alone with her and she had no idea what he could do to her. She wiggled her shoulder out of his grip and took a precautionary step back while breathing deeply to keep her anger in check not to flame his.

"I'm sorry." she apologized, forcing her voice to come out calm. "I shouldn't have brought your family into this. That was tactless and inconsiderate of me." she admitted while closing her eyes for a few seconds before looking at his closed face again. "But you have to understand and help me Troy. This is important to me."

"Your father means nothing to me Andryse." his voice was deep and emotionless. "He's still alive for the sole reason that you are in my way."

Andryse fixed her hair behind her ears, trying to hide the fact that she had felt his words hit her like a punch right in the guts. Not exactly the words; she never had expected him to develop a bromance with her father but she thought that he cared about her enough to at least give a damn about all this. Guess all of his 'I want you' and 'I need you' were just his dick talking when she had actually had real feelings for him. Well, at least now she knew not to get her feelings any more developed and not get involved with him. She raised her head, standing strongly on both her feet. What she felt for him was making her weak, once she put them on the side, she wasn't scared of him at all.

"Fine." she fixed him straight in the eyes. "Be like that, don't tell me. I'm just going to find out on my own then."

"So I guess no mater what, your father will always come between us, won't he?"

Andryse stopped in her trail as she had started walking away from him. "I love my father." she replied dryly. "You mean nothing to me."

She started walking away again but she had no idea how he closed the distance so fast and momentarily stayed frozen when he crushed her lips with a kiss. Her surprise quickly vanished and both her hands on his chest, she tried to push him and turned her head from left to right to escape his mouth hurting her. But he was so much stronger and his hands placed behind her neck and on her upper back maintained her in place while slightly leaning her back and all she could do was let out stifled grunts while still trying to find leverage with her hands on his chest to pull away.

She was so furious at him for forcing her into the kiss, she wanted to knee him in the groin and make him writhe with pain on the floor. She wanted to have her gun right now so she could put a bullet in his body but this time, she wanted him dead. She wanted him to stop running his fingers on her back, making this long shiver run down her spine; she wanted his tongue to stop tempting her by running on her lips and sneakily trying to get inside her mouth. She wanted him to stop making her heart beat so fast; she wanted him to stop making her feel so weak and submissive. She wanted him to stop taking control of her thoughts and her body each time he kissed her and held her against him. Oh God, she wanted him so much.

Her hands became fists, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer to deepen the kiss and she mewled happily when his tongue so wonderfully intertwined with hers sending waves after waves of pleasure throughout her whole body. Effortlessly, the kiss escalated from slow and flirty to deep and passionate and the more their lips moved in perfect harmony, the more their hands gripped each other tighter and digging into each others' body, desperate to hold on to that magical moment that belonged to only them.

He left her shaking and breathless and when he gently leaned his cheek against hers, fighting to catch his own breath, she felt tears burn her eyes. Why couldn't they have met under other circumstances?

"Does this really mean nothing to you?" Andryse bit her lip and swallowed the tears clogging her throat. The desire fogging his voice was the same that made her heart wrench. "Do I really mean nothing to you?"

No, he meant a whole lot to her and she knew that the more she stayed vulnerable to him, the more he would mean to her. She needed to escape. She got away from his embrace and when he pulled his head up, she slapped him hard in the face, sending his long hair to cover his eyes and cheek as his head tilted to the side.

"Nothing." she told him when he looked back at her quietly, not even touching his redden and stinging cheek like he wasn't feeling any pain. He just looked at her. And she shivered seeing nothing but hurt in his eyes. He was hurt and in pain but not physically and she bit her lip not to cry. "And don't you dare touch me again."

Her voice died out and she turned her face away, not able to stand his burning stare. She wanted to run away but her feet were nailed onto the floor.

"What am I supposed to do Andryse?" she heard him swallow his breath. "You've asked me to abort my mission and not kill your father. I did that. What else can I do Andryse?"

"My father is not the only obstacle coming between us Troy and you know it." she answered with a frail voice before looking at him through her tears. "We are two very different people coming from two different worlds. We can't step outside of this camp without having people shooting at us and the worse thing is, I don't know anything about you. All I have is information found in a database on the internet and I can't tell where the truth ends and the lies begin."

She stopped to catch her breath and thought that he would take the opportunity to object but he just kept on looking at her quietly. "No matter how long you stay here Troy, the truth is, you eventually have to go back to the States because that's where your home is. And my home is here." her voice broke down when the cold hard truth hit her heart very badly and she quickly scratched her throat, trying to hide her true feelings in all ways possible. "And that's what's coming between us Troy. You and I were doomed since the first minute we met. We can never be."

She took a step back and turned around again, furiously wiping the tears that rolled down her cheeks. What the fuck was she crying about? She knew that. It wasn't some sudden revelation. She knew all along not to have any feelings towards him, she knew all along that nothing 'real' were to happen between them, she knew it and yet… she was stupid enough to get attached to him.

She swallowed the pain hurting her throat when she felt his hand hold her wrist and bring her right back unto him. Their eyes connected in a silent prayer, their ragged breaths mixing and Andryse gasped as the same electricity she always felt passing through them, shot fire on her skin and almost made her heart stop beating but she couldn't resist when he pulled her even closer to him.

"I trust you." Troy whispered with a voice clouded by strong emotions.

Andryse exhaled loudly, more tears running down her cheeks. "Troy... please..."

"Listen. It's all a lie. The information you found is all fake." he started talking very fast, his eyes shining and buried deep into hers. "Both my parents are alive and so is my grandmother. My mother lives in Albuquerque with my grandparents. And I have a sister. Both my grandfather and my father were professional killers so I learned to shoot a gun when I was still in diapers. When I was in third grade, a kid stronger and taller than me tried to bully me, I opened his skull with a rock and I killed my first amateurish target when I was just fifteen years old. Yes, I did have to break into a few places to steal stuff or information but it was all part of my training. And yes, I was sixteen when I got arrested, being caught stealing but it was for my grandfather and that was my first and only failure."

He took a deep breath. "I did go to the Army to be a sniper and the whole punching my commandant scenario was just a stage to get me out of there when my training was done. When I was 19, I was sent to Japan to learn martial arts and knife combat. I try to go home as much as I can but my main residence is in LA where our office is."

"I don't work for the CIA, I don't work for the FBI or any other of those motherfuckers. I get paid to kill those motherfuckers. I became a professional five years ago and your father…" he paused to make sure that he was getting her full attention and once he saw her hold her breath, he continued. "You father is the first and only target I've ever chosen not to kill."

The pressure on her wrist was still very hard to the point where she could feel the blood stop running to her fingers but all that mattered at the moment was the intense stare that was getting inside her soul. Of anything, she didn't expect him to blurt out things about himself like that and other than being surprised, she felt... grateful. And with her heart echoing so loudly in her ear and her difficulty to find her breath back, it was very difficult to focus and all she wanted to do was to tell him how much she appreciated the truth from him but she had to know.

"Why?" her voice was raspy, a little shaky even and she saw him frown. "Why did you tell me all this?"

She saw him hesitate then he brought her hand down under his shirt. Andryse gasped when her fingers touched the still very sensitive scar the bullet had left on his side. His body shivered a little but he kept their eyes connected.

"The only bullet that ever got in my body, you put it there because you thought that was the only way to save my life. And that made me trust you." he released her hand and gently touched her face. "I know that what I'm saying is weird but it's the truth. In my line of work, it basically means suicide to trust anyone but I trust you… to do the extreme and what's needed to save my life." he paused a short second and let out in one breath. "I don't care if I mean nothing to you but you mean a lot to me and I trust you. And I need you to trust me too."

A loud and long sigh escaped from her lips when his words echoed again and again in her mind. Did he really say that she meant a lot to him? Her heart faltered and Andryse closed her eyes, freeing tears of joy this time. But his thumb caressed her chin, then wiped her tears from her cheeks and she looked at him again, his other arm around her waist, brought her closer to him until their bodies touched each other.

"I still have so much to tell you about me." his voice was so much softer now. "And you can ask me any questions you want, I promise to never lie to you but do not ask me to break my professional code and ethics by asking me who hired me. That is one of the first rules: never say who hired you. Even under severe torture and telling you this could put both you and I in danger." his knuckles stroked her cheek with affection. "I know that it is a lot to ask for, based on how we met and all the circumstances surrounding us but, I need to know that you trust me. No matter what happens between us and no matter what comes our way, we need to have that trust between us and that is the only real thing that will matter in the end. Can you do that? Can you trust me?"

That was her number one rule: do not trust anyone. That was the rule her father lived by that kept him alive all these years and the first rule he's ever taught her and she knew that she had to keep honoring that rule to stay alive. That was what her head and common sense were screaming at her. But her heart… that little thing deep inside of her that liked him, that turned her into a stupid little girl when he was so close, that made her want to believe in every single word he says... that thing that was just growing every single minute passing by in his company and that she was so scared of, told her otherwise.

She was scared of her feelings. She was scared that if she let him get even deeper, she might just fall in love with him and she was so scared of all the implications that would ensue. But she wasn't scared of him, especially not this new guy his revelations had turned him into in her eyes. He had become real, palpable, lovable and so much more accessible than the complete mystery he was, just a few minutes ago, and he actually made her feel safer than ever in his presence.

Was that trust? Did she actually trust him when she brought him to that secret place to even begin with, guessing that he wouldn't be a danger to these people? Did she trust him when she took him with her on tonight's mission and again, when she gave him control of saving their lives when they were being attacked? Did he really admit that she meant a lot to him?

The war inside of her, between her heart and reason was raging but throughout the tumult, one thing came clear. She trusted him.

"Yes, I do. I trust you." she finally nodded, looking deep into his beautiful eyes and feeling her heart ready to explode in her chest. But she griped him by his shirt and talked through gritted teeth. "But if I even suspect that you broke that trust, I will kill you."

"Are we being back to you trying to kill me again?" he answered with a smile, not being able to put into words the joy he felt from hearing her words.

But Andryse kept a straight face. "I'm serious, Troy."

He smiled again, ran a soft hand in her hair and just nodded. A pact had been made between them. He was dying to seal the deal with a kiss on her lips but he pressed his mouth on the side of her neck instead, duly noting her body reacting to the kiss.

"Now about the dance." he murmured, letting his lips run very slowly on her skin.

"What dance?"

His hand slowly went from her back to her waist and sneaked under her shirt to touch her smooth skin. She arched her body unto him and he felt his groin tightening up again.

"I want to see you dance." he replied after tilting her head back and kissing the front part of her neck. "I want to see you dressed like that and your body move like that."

"Do you know anything at all about the meaning of that dance?" Andryse replied and gasped as his breath came up to her ear and a thousand butterflies became alive in her stomach. Her fingers ran in his hair and she felt something down below that had nothing to do with a need to pee this time.

"You got me at orgasm."

Andryse giggled and forced herself to turn around in his embrace to look back at the camp where another girl was dancing, her hips and whole body sensually moving to the beat of the drums and the sweet voices of the chant. She partially closed her eyes as her body quivered yet again when he swiped her hair to the side and rested his lips in the crook of her neck. She promised herself to find the antidote against the effects his lips had on her and brought both his hands around her body so that he could hold her in a tight embrace.

"There was a princess named Amélie who had fallen in love with the son of Azor, the deity of the sun." she started the tale, her eyes looking at the woman slowly dancing a few meters away, the flames sending colorful rays on her skin where myriads of sweat were already formed, sparkling. "But she was just human and was not allowed to be with a god. But they were really in love with each other and they would meet in secret to make love. Ha.. Troy.. Are you listening to me?"

"Hmm, mmh." Troy hummed after he swallowed the lobe of her ear that made her gasp.

Andryse rolled her eyes and used her hand to force him to keep his head straight. "If you look at her dance, you will understand the meaning better." she smiled when she heard him groan and couldn't help to feel a little disappointed that he'd stopped kissing her.

"So." she continued with a sigh. "One day, Azor caught them making love and was so mad that he was about to burn her alive with the rays of the sun but his son pleaded for her and begged his father. So Azor decided to put them to the test. She would have to demonstrate how powerful and true her love for him was and he the same, if they convinced him, then, they would be allowed to be together."

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back on his shoulder, feeling very relaxed in his arms around her and his breath near her head. They were a very dysfunctional couple, she thought with a smile. How could they go from being mad at each other to the point of wanting to hurt each other, to feeling so comfortable and delighted to just hold each other tightly? She knew that feeling so good with him was a sin and that tomorrow will eventually come and they would have to say goodbye when she will have to go back to the city, but at this moment, nothing else mattered. Tonight... right now... belonged to them.

"Amélie danced." she reprise with her eyes still closed. "She danced and poured all of her love, her desire, passion and everything she felt inside of her, everything that her lover made her feel." she heard the song getting faster and she could imagine the dance getting more passionate. "The more she danced, the more she felt him, the more her emotions were let out until she reached her orgasm and fell at his feet, breathless and completely undone for him."

At the same time, she heard the music suddenly stop and she raised her head to watch the girl fall at the feet of her lover. A few minutes went by where everyone stayed silent until the man picked her up from the floor and followed her near the fire. She continued.

"So her lover picked her up and danced with her. He imitated everything she did, indicating that they were just one soul, one strong love connected together." she sighed and closed her eyes again, feeling a light breeze coming from the forest behind them brush her skin. "This dance is what we call our "coming out" dance. When two lovers want to express their love, commitment to each other to a village, or to just show how strong their bond and love are, the woman dances for her boyfriend or husband, pouring everything she feels for him into the routine. Then, when she falls at his feet, tired, breathless and undone, he picks her up, follows her and dances with her to show how in sync they are together with their feelings."

"That's beautiful." Troy whispered. "So Adeline was dancing for Ryan just like that girl is for her man?"

"Yeah."

Troy lowered his head to look at her lazily leaning on his shoulder, eyes closed and once again, felt his breath get caught in his throat when his heart suddenly beat very fast. He briefly closed his eyes and buried his nose in her hair, his voice coming out a little stifled.

"Have you ever danced it before?" he had no idea why it was important for him to know that but somehow it was and he held his breath, awaiting her answer.

"When you dance, you have to express what you feel inside for the man you love." she explained. "It needs to be true or the dance will not be in tuned with the music and it will look all fake." she paused a short second before answering with a small voice. "I've never had such deep feelings for someone before."

They both stayed quiet again, looking at the couple whose bodies were moving in sync.

"Dance for me."

She didn't realize that she had held her breath when his throaty demand made its way from her brain to her heart. But all her body froze and her pulse came racing through her veins. But she shook her head from side to side.

"I can't." she whispered with a trembling voice.

"Because you don't know how to dance like that or because you don't feel deeply enough for me to be able to express it?"

She could feel the tension in his body as well as hear the doubt in his voice. He was anticipating the answer as much as she was. But she shook her head again; she knew that the answer had nothing to do with any of that.

"I can't because if I danced for you... it would mean telling everybody that you are my…"

"Boyfriend?" he cut her off, wrapping her body tightly. "And that you have feelings for me?"

She closed her eyes, feeling a little overturned by all the emotions taking over her. "Yes."

Troy turned her body over to look at her and wrapped her tightly against him. "Would it be such a bad thing, if I were your boyfriend and everyone knew?"

Andryse swallowed again and tried to escape from his inquisitive stare. What was she supposed to answer to that? That everybody here either hated him or was scared of him and wanted him gone? That dancing for him would be letting them know that she embraced the enemy and many people would probably be even more anxious and antsy towards him? But why would everyone else matter? Why would what people think of them matter? Why can't it just be him and her and what they felt that was so strong she could breath it and touch it, each and every single minute they were together? And at that moment, she forgot about all the reasons why they couldn't be together.

She raised her eyes on his face and smirked. "Depends." she whispered. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow and she smiled mischievously. "On when you're gonna ask me to be your girlfriend."

Troy's smile stretched up to his ears, feeling strangely happy and relieved by her answer and caged her completely against him, his mouth going straight for her ear.

"Be my girlfriend."

"That's not asking." she shook her head again. "That's ordering."

"Do I need to put one knee down or something?" Troy looked at her with a funny face and she giggled.

"No. Just ask me."

Troy took a deep breath and felt slightly uncomfortable. The last time he had to ask a girl for anything was when he still had a gap in between his teeth and before he started his training for good. But once he's grown into himself, started building up muscles and was fully aware of the effects he had on women, he was always the one being 'asked'. He could barely remember what it felt like to want a woman so badly, that he actually had to court her or to submit to her demands. And yet, he was ready to do anything for that crazy woman he was holding in his hands.

He took a deep breath and scratched his throat, feeling very awkward.

"Hum..." he hesitated then saw her amused smile, huffed and talked very fast. "Would you be my girlfriend and dance for me?"

Andryse wrinkled her nose and barely contained herself from jumping up and down. "What's the magic word?" Troy looked at her puzzled again and her lips became one straight line. "Would you be my girlfriend... pl.. ?"

"Please?" Troy said tentatively, his eyes turning into slits.

Andryse swallowed her giggle and wrinkled her nose again. "Good. Now, try it with 'Boss'." she replied. "I think it's pretty sexy when you call me Boss and I jut can't resist you."

"Don't push it." Troy exclaimed, his eyes opened wide. But she batted her eyelashes innocently, her thumb playing with his earlobe and pouted a tiny "please". He threw his head back, groaning when his heart bounced inside his chest. He had to resist her, he just had to. "You are just an egomaniac and I curse the day I started calling you that."

Andryse hopped on her toes to kiss his Adams' apple that ran up and down under her lips as he swallowed his breath, then brought his head down to slide her mouth to his ear. "I just can't resist you anything, when you call me that." she said again, making sure to put the right quotation marks around the word 'anything', before licking his lobe. His fingers tightened on her waist and she moaned languidly near his ear, sending feverish chills through his body.

"I'll hold you to that." he whispered throatily, completely at her mercy. "Would you please be my girlfriend… Boss?"

Andryse felt happiness and excitement run in her blood making it run so fast, she was feeling lightheaded. She wasn't sure how it happened or if that was even possible in real time, but she felt like she was floating… on a cloud. How corny, she thought to herself, smiling like an idiot. She brought his head down again and captured his lower lip with her teeth and pulled away just as he was letting out a low groan.

"I'll see what I can do." she murmured before walking away, strutting her way up to the camp. She needed a costume or at least something sexy because she was going to dance for her man and give the performance of a lifetime.

Troy ran the tip of his tongue where she had bit him on the lip and watched her ass strut away from his grasp.

"Damn!" he whispered when he finally realized what exactly just happened.

Not only did she make him tell her the truth about who he really was, his family, Max and his feelings, but she just had him beg her while calling her by a stupid title that sent him to a second rate level. The worst, was that he still hasn't slept with her and the throbbing in his pants was even more painful now, imagining her dancing for him.

He was always told to be a ruthless bastard with no heart. He had fought many men twice his size and can kill anyone without a single hesitation or regret. But somehow, that girl had him wrapped around her finger and there was nothing he could do now to get away. He was majorly fucked.

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