My Worst Enemy

Chapter 7.-

Troy smiled as he quietly opened the door to his second floor hotel room, his gun hidden behind his leg. The small room was poorly lit with just a little lamp he had left on on a side table, but he quickly made sure that all his traps were still in place and that no unwanted visitors had actually came in. His feet light and agile, he quickly bent down to look under the bed before heading to the bathroom that he had left the door opened and made sure that no one was hiding behind the shower curtains. Reassured, he went back to the room and placed his gun on top of the mini-fridge standing right across the king size bed covered with some red flowery theme bedspread and picked up one of the tiny bottles of whiskey and rum he had asked to always keep on hand for him.

He took a first sip and walked to the single window of the room with caution, making sure he stayed behind the closed blinds. With only one finger lifting through the curtains, his back leaned against the wall, he smirked, seeing the red Toyota still parked in the streets. He tilted his head back to finish his small drink and his smile widened. He couldn't believe how stupid and gullible these guys were. Andryse was really insulting his intelligence and abilities by flanking him with two big idiots who spent most of their time dozing off. They were supposed to watch his every move and report to her, but as soon as he put on a fake mustache, hid his hair under a hat and changed his walk, he could offer them a drink and toast with them all night long, they would never recognize him.

He snickered again and threw the empty bottle in the little recycle bin at the corner of the room and thought about how strange it was that they remembered to recycle when they weren't changing the sheets on the bed everyday. Or maybe that was another form of recycling as well. Weird really. Everything had been weird for him so far anyway. From meeting Andryse at the airprot to finding out that she was actually the one running all of this operation was just mind-blowing to him. Never he would take the chance to let her know, but deep inside, he admired her. And God forbid, was so fucking attracted to her.

Troy snapped his neck, making the stiff muscles crack horridly in the silence of the room, as he sat down on the bed to remove his shoes and threw them around the room. What on earth was he doing playing with fire like that? He had so many opportunities to take Patron down but each time, he had to see her or just think about her and he would tell himself to just let go. He had called his office as soon as he got a hold of his cell phone and within 24 hours, got himself money and everything he needed to survive and do his job. But for some goddamn reason, the job still wasn't done and he still was enjoying playing cat and mouse with the target's daughter.

The worse was that he enjoyed, really enjoyed running after, catching her and let her go again to have her fall right back in his hands. And he knew that she enjoyed doing the same with him. The confused stare and the trembling of her lips when he touched her while they were dancing during the brunch, couldn't all just be his imagination. She was as attracted to him as he was her and maybe that was what made it so exciting to him. And if he admitted it to himself, the only reason why Patron was still alive was because of her. Once his job taken care of, she would hate him and will probably not find rest trying to kill him and he would be obliged to hurt her. And causing her pain, was the last thing he actually wanted to do.

Oh shit! What has he got himself into? Since when was he so dumb to let a woman fuck up his good judgment? He let out a light growl as he shuffled his hair while standing up and heading to the bathroom. Looking at his face in the mirror, he removed the fake mustache he had used to fool his guard dogs and exhaled, his palms leaned on the sink. His face still had the dark marks from the boat's explosion and all of his clothes still smelled gasoline and dirty water from filling up cola bottles and jumping in the vase to stick them in strategic places to make sure that the boat completely burned down.

The look on Andryse's face when she saw the bonfire he made for her, was just priceless. He smiled again and removed his shirt before opening the bathroom tap and let the water run on his elevated hand to be able to control the temperature. When he felt reassured that his body could stand the warm water, he quickly removed his pants, stashing his dirty clothes into a pile on the floor and closed his eyes while sighing, happy for the pleasure he found. He just stayed immobile for a few minutes, feeling the water get from his hair to cascade along his naked body.

When it became impossible for his lungs to stay without oxygen anymore, he opened his eyes and threw his hand to find the soap in the little nook on the wall. He lathered all his body, oblivious to any sound around him and just let go under the good feeling of relaxation the steam was providing him with. But he froze all his movements at once, when the distinct click of a gun being ready to be fired, was made and he felt the hard cold metal against his back.

He turned around quickly and closed his eyes in relief when he saw Andryse standing behind him, a smirk on her face, her hand tightly holding a semi pointed at him. His eyes slowly ran on her svelte body tightened by her fitting black jeans and thought that it was a shame that she was wearing all black when colors suited her so much better. He quickly noticed that the gun's chamber wasn't loaded and looked at her straight in her big, beautiful brown eyes. Although he knew that he really shouldn't do that.

"Please, don't stop on my account." Andryse said with a suggestive smile and it only took one second for her shiny and provocative stare to make him feel desire spread throughout all his body.

He quickly turned around, feeling a hard-on coming on. He closed his eyes, his heart going crazy and a slow smile stretched his lips, feeling her burning gaze on his back. How ridiculous! He shouldn't be blushing like a freaking virgin. Besides, it wasn't like he had any other choice then to face her. She most likely wouldn't gracefully leave anytime soon, so…

Hell with it. So what she saw how much he desired her? It will be fun to play their little game and even more fun to come out on top again. Literally. He let his head fall back and the water fell on his face, bringing back his clear mind and taking the red on his cheeks away before he turned around again, smiling cockily at her.

Andryse's her bottom lip slowly settle between her teeth for her to nibble on while slightly holding her breath and her pulse getting faster and faster. Her eyes slowly ran from Troy's face to his chest and biceps, slightly flexing each time he used his arms to remove the soap on him and she just couldn't help a warm fuzzy feeling to spread all over her body and settle down in her lower belly. He was so damn fine. She had immediately guessed that he had a pretty tight package from the way his clothes fitted him but standing there watching him all naked and … shit. Her heart beat even faster when she realized how big his boner was. Shit, shit, shit, shit.

For a short second, she completely forgot what the hell she was doing there. Why wasn't she naked and getting under that warm water already? Because she was there to kill him. Right. Kill him, not jump in the shower with him and feel his strong body under her itching fingers. After she had silently picked the lock and tiptoed into the room, she had anticipated a fight and her gun was as ready as can be. But when she heard the water running and realized that he was in the shower, she just couldn't resist to take a peek.

Andryse cleared her throat and shook her head to get all of the aroused cobwebs clouding her mind, off, and held her gun higher and firmer. She reminded herself once again that she needed to kill him... not fuck him and that him being so vulnerable right now was the most perfect occasion she could have ever dreamed of. But she couldn't help but grin with satisfaction, still filled with a slight nuance of naughtiness.

"Is that for me?" she raised a brow and eyed his standing member. Her voice came out way more teasing and sensual than she was going for. She was aiming for calm and collected but oh, well. At least, her arousal wasn't as evident as his. She had nothing to blush about.

"What if it was?" Troy answered quietly, completely aware of the gun, getting lower and lower. He turned around to turn off the faucet and used his hands to slick his hair back, his eyes attracted to her full lips that she had just wet with her tongue.

"Tempting..." Andryse whispered, smiling even more and tilting her head on the side. "But I'm here for business." a sarcastic smile rose on Troy's face and she wrinkled her nose, trying to ignore how handsome it made him look. "Besides… I've seen bigger."

But her smug attitude faltered when he swung his feet out of the bathtub and stood right in front of her, his water dripping body coming at only a few inches from hers, caging her against the wall. Her breath was instantly cut short again and her mouth instantly opened, letting out the breath caged in her throat. His smile became wider when he noticed her reaction and his mouth came up very close to hers, his palms on either side of her head.

"But were they better?" Troy asked slowly, his low pitch voice scratching the back of his throat, making a bundle of strange feelings stir up deep inside of her. She looked at his lips next to hers and licked hers again.

"Would it be better?" If only her voice could sound colder and a tiny bit higher.

"Only one way to find out." Troy whispered even lower, feeling himself being pulled even more towards her lips. If he only leaned a little more, he would taste them, know if they were as soft as they looked.

"Just one?" Andryse strangled and quickly swallowed, feeling her skin shiver when his face leaned very close to her and she could feel his ragged breath on her cheek. "Disappointing already. I could think a few different ways myself." As soon as she said the words, she regretted them as she knew he would gladly pick up on them to make his move.

"I'm open to suggestions. We can try them all out." Troy whispered and just as to prove her right, he crossed the few inches separating their mouths and she felt a light pressure on her lips, taking her breath away.

But the thought of her father shot back into her mind and her body stiffened, remembering all the consequences that could emerge if she let go and found herself in his bed instead of actually killing him. She couldn't allow him to kill her father just like she knew they would be both in danger, especially that now, Patron knew that he was still alive. Her hand instinctively brought the gun up and Troy groaned, lifting his head when the cold metal came right under his chin. She watched his lips come into a grim line and his Adam's apple jolted in his throat.

"Guns are dangerous." Troy said with a voice he forced to be as unconcerned as possible but Andryse could clearly see the flicker of annoyance in his blue irises. "Little girls shouldn't play with them."

"Thanks for the concern. I'll make sure to tell my twelve year old sister."

His jaw clenched but Troy had no idea why he felt so pissed at her. Actually, he was not mad at her but at himself. He should probably thank her for bringing him back to reality. He shouldn't hook up with her no matter how amazing he knew it could be. He had a fucking job to do, damn it! And as long as they were who they were and in those same conditions, they could never be.

Leaning forward, his hands brushed her body to pick up the towel on the hook behind her and did as if he didn't notice her body jump. He carefully avoided looking in her eyes or at her lips.

"So I gather you're here to kill me." he said with sarcasm, stepping back from her and wrapping his waist with the white towel and looked at himself in the mirror and his hands removing the excess of water in his hair that only resulted in making then stand in a non fashion way.

"Your twenty four hours are up I'm afraid." Andryse answered coolly, reminding herself to keep the gun up and not to look at the tent, his still aroused member was doing in conjunction with the towel.

His stare caught hers in the mirror and he couldn't help to snicker with arrogance. "I've never been good with numbers."

"No? Let me guess... Only with bombs and blowing boats up?"

"Oh, come on sweetheart." Troy turned to face her and a big teasing smile came across his face. "You know I couldn't let you get those drugs."

"You have no fucking idea what's going on." Andryse snapped, her anger coming back when the image of how the boat had just blown up right in front of her eyes, made it in her mind.

Troy gave her a dreadful look before walking out of the bathroom, Andryse close behind. "I know what's important and that's your father has to die." he answered in a dry tone, opening a drawer to pick up an underwear.

Andryse immediately noticed how his briefs were all low cut and white but quickly paid attention back to him.

"And he will be very soon. That's all I need to know." Troy concluded while putting on his undergarment.

"Well, you're either genuinely stupid or really have a death wish." Andryse replied, taking a step closer to him. She locked their stares to make sure she didn't get distracted by the movement of his hand stuffing his junk in his trunk and cleared her throat. "You can't kill my father because you're on his turf. If it wasn't for me, you would have already been dead."

"And why is that?" Troy took a step on his own, closing in the already small gap between them after throwing the towel on the bed, standing in his only underwear. "You still haven't answered. Why am I still alive Andryse?"

"Don't start with me." her voice came out low-pitched. "Listen." she took a deep breath, thinking hard about what she was about to say.

She didn't trust him one bit and would really rather not feel so utterly ravished by him to be able to finally shoot him with no regrets, but at this rate, she realized that she would probably never be able to hurt him, unless he did something very bad to piss her off. And frankly, for some reason still foreign to her, it would pain her very much to kill him. So the only thing she had left was to tell him the exact reasons why she needed him out of the country before her father went crazy on both of them, and pray that he would understand.

"You blowing up that boat tonight." her voice was finally as firm and convincing as she wanted it to be all along. "Not only confirmed to my father that I've lying to him but it only endangered the lives of many people that I'm responsible of."

"What are you talking about?" Troy frowned, crossing his arms on his bare chest.

"I can't say. But you need to leave before it all blows up in all our faces and ruin everything."

Troy took his time to look at her, studying her body language and her eyes to determine if she was bluffing. But he only got more puzzled when he realized that she was really concerned and nothing seemed to confirm that she was lying. But it only made him even more curious. What exactly would he be ruining if he stayed longer? Since the beginning, he had believed that all that she was trying to do was to save her father's life but at this instant, he understood that even if she really didn't want her father dead, she had a greater reason why she couldn't let Patron know the truth.

"So you're not afraid of me killing your father." he said very slowly, frowning. "You're afraid that I will help him discover that you have been doing something bad behind his back."

A nervous tick tightened Andryse's face and she turned around, walking up to the little fridge and picked up a little bottle of rum. She put her gun on the flat surface, next to his and talked while opening the small cap.

"I am not doing anything 'bad' behind his back." she said harshly before bringing the bottle to her mouth and wiping it with the back of her hand after she swallowed.

"Let me guess." Troy smirked. "You've been stealing daddy's drug money to buy pretty dresses, haven't you?" she sent him a pointed look and he smiled widely. "No, it can't be it. You're not so much of the shopaholic type of a girl are you?" His eyes suddenly shut open wide and his mouth came to a big "O" shape. "No... huh-huh..." he shook his head from right to left, looking at the woman in front of him intently. "Could you... Are you trying to put a cease and desist to your father's activities?"

Andryse shot him another dark look and finished the little bit of alcohol left, making her lips smack under the burning sensation. "At least, I'm trying to kill him." her voice came out weak but still determined. "I don't want him dead."

"You made that pretty clear." Troy replied offhandedly. "Besides, you are not the killing type."

"You have no fucking idea what I can and can not do." she threw the bottle in the little basket and Troy saw it land in a perfect shot before turning his eyes back on her. "Don't assume because you're still alive, that I can't kill a man."

Troy raised his chin and watched her stroll her round bottom held tight in her black skinny jeans around the room. Her long pony tail brushing her back at each step and he wondered what exactly could have happened to scorn her so much. Although, having a father like Patron was enough to screw up anybody. Deep inside, he really believed that the real Andryse was the one he met in the airplane and that cold, unaffected surface she was adorning was just that, a surface.

He felt now more curious than ever to scratch that surface to find that same sweet girl he had met with in LA. Especially now, that she had confessed to working to put an end to her father's unscrupulous and illegal work. Which he knew was a hard and very dangerous task for her. She could easily loose her life and everybody else's who would be involved in helping her. He closed his eyes and ran a hand on his forehead while cussing between his teeth. It wasn't his place, he was there to kill a man and that was it. He had to stick to that. He would actually protect her if he just killed the bastard.

But then again, Patron was her father and Troy knew it would kill her if he died. And again, he didn't want her to feel pain. Especially one he would cause himself. God, was he really thinking on spending his few days off, helping a fucked up girl fight a huge crime organization? But she was going to need all the help she could get and... Shit!

"What's your plan?" he involuntary groaned, silently cussing at himself again for offering his help.

"What?" Andryse batted her long thick lashes, not understanding what he was talking about.

"I want to know every details of what's going on." He said impatiently. "If I don't like the idea, I'll come up with a new one."

Andryse frowned, looking at him strangely before scoffing, in a way that was meant to let him know how ridiculous he sounded.

"What are you?" her voice was laced with irony as she picked up her gun back and secured it in the hallow of her back. "The white American savior who comes to the rescue of stupid little yellow skins like me?"

"I'm just trying to help." Troy answered sharply.

"Who ever said I needed your help? How on earth could you help me?"

"We both want the same thing: the end of Patron's activities." He answered casually but she scoffed again. "I am a trained killer, Andryse. You know, I can provide a big help."

"I'm doing fine without your big precious help, thank you very much." Andryse retorted condescendingly, her hand swiping the air. "And besides, we don't want the same thing. You want my father dead. I don't. I could never trust you because the first chance you get, you will kill him."

Troy raised his chin again, looking at her through his half closed eyelids. "That's my job Andryse."

"See?" she looked at him triumphantly. "How can accept any help from you when I know that you will take the first shot at him?"

"Maybe the only way to end up his business for good is to actually kill him."

"He's my father, all right?" Andryse shouted, her face red with anger. "He may be a monster, he may be evil but I still love him and I will die before he does."

"Do you think he will have the same compassion for you, once he finds out about what you are doing behind his back?" she didn't answer so he continued, his voice escalating to reach the same level hers had taken. "You are already afraid of him finding out that you failed to kill me, how about when he learns about the whole truth? Huh? He will kill you and everybody else helping you."

"I can find a thousand ways to make him believe you're dead but you have to leave the country. The longer you stay, the more difficult it will be to cover my tracks and the more dangerous it will be for all of us." she growled, silently hoping that he finally understood.

"Well you better figure something else out quick because I'm not leaving without at least knowing that he can't hurt people anymore and that his drug ring is down."

"This is not on you to do." Andryse snapped, really getting frustrated by his stubbornness. "You want to help, then go home. Forget about all of this and just move on to your next job."

"I never leave a job unfinished." Troy turned around and headed to his closet.

Andryse grunted, throwing her hands in the air, really running out of patience. She watched him quietly put on some blue jeans, a few short strands of his still wet hair falling over his forehand where a few worry lines were aligned, telling her that his mind was running probably as fast as hers, trying to find a solution.

She looked away, sighing heavily. It was simple, wasn't it? He just needed to get on a fucking plane back to his country and let her carry her business like she started to. How silly and gullible was she, to ever think that he would understand and be nice enough to leave without putting up a fight! What was she supposed to do now? So many lives depended on her, even her own. Now that her father had started doubting her, he will start digging and asking questions and he wouldn't take long at all for him to find out what she had been hidden and was preparing.

Andryse closed her eyes, time for her to let go of the strange feeling crawling in her heart and in one swift movement, loaded her gun and pointed it back at Troy who was buckling his belt. When he heard the bullet engage in the chamber, he raised his blue eyes on her and time seemed suspended as they both stared at each other.

"I'm sorry Troy, but you don't leave me any other choice." her voice was cold and unemotional and her finger didn't as much waver when it pressed on the trigger, releasing the bullet.