This is why we can't have nice things/ Adler X Bell

CH.30' Noir

My leg slammed into the side of Woods and a loud, aggressive groan came from him as he tumbled over and to my surprise, he was on his feet in two seconds.

"Go on, hit a little harder. You kick like a pussy,"

I rushed over to him and lifted my leg, kicking him right in the ribs with a powerful thrust. "Okay, maybe you don't. Fucking hell." He was bent over and groaning whenever Adler walked in with a huge grin.

"She kicks like a pussy? Why you bent over Woods?" His voice echoed around the training room. Black pads were laid on the floor for wrestling, the ring was in the middle, weights and punching bags were hung on nearly every wall. It was a great training room in Berlin, the best I'd seen.

"Shut up, Ad." Adler just replied with a small laugh.

"Bell, can I speak to you a minute?"

I took the pads off of my hands and nodded to Russell's question. He seemed to be in somewhat of a happy mood which set a spark in me.

I opened the door and was greeted with Adler and a bottle of water in his hand. "Thank you." He bent down to my smallish height and kissed my forehead.

"You're welcome." I wrapped my arms around him.

"You stink." He snarkly said with a grin.

"Fuck you." I nudged his side with a laugh and put my hand against the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was passionate, fulfilling, everything good. I couldn't help but smile between our kisses.

"I needed to talk to you about Wraith." My mind wandered to what he was about to say as I looked over to him with a raised eyebrow. I took a drink and prepared for possibly the worst.

"What about her?" I couldn't help but feel my stomach churn at the sound of her name.

"Remember whenever Hudson said she was in London? Well, she didn't get anything on you. You've been cleared of that."

I nodded and took another drink of my water, "I honestly thought the news would be worse than that."

"No, but it just means that they may lose interest and let you go."

"And? I'm here anyways, I've stocked it on my training and gotten easier with my shooting. They come near me and they'll regret it."

I didn't feel wrong about it either. I felt pretty strongly on how I'd progressed on my training. Five times a week, a two hour session of guns, knowledge, defense and attack. I'd spent a couple of weeks with the same routine and it was working well.

"Alright, Bell. Weaver is heading here tonight, says there is Intel available."

I nodded and gave him one last kiss and goodbye before heading into the gym again.

Mason was there along with Woods and Sims. I hadn't seen much of Sims or Park, but everytime I had, I cherished the time I had with them.

"What's up?" Sims pulled me in and gave me a light thud on the back.

"Weaver is coming later." I rolled my eyes and seen Mason giggle.

"Deal with it, Bell. He might be a regular 'round here now." Woods said with his breathing still ragged.

"Still recovering from that kick?" I walked away, wondering what he meant by Weaver becoming a regular around here. I grabbed my stuff and headed for my room to get a shower.

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BELLS PAST IN PACT

"I can't let him go, Stone. That man done terrible things and for that he shall pay." Stone looked at Wraith and Wraith looked back at me.

"What the fuck do you want us to do Stitch? You drag us out to Amsterdam, make us raid a nightclub and stand in this pishing snow. We are getting to our wits end, Stitch." Kitsune had recently joined Warsaw and was already fed up.

"Clear the end tunnels out by the east. Pick out what you can." Stitch replied and walked off.

"I'm fucking sick of this." I trailed off and lit a cigarette, wanting to get out of the snowy coldness that was biting at my arms.

Adler. Russell Adler.

Who the hell even cared? Apart from Stitch of course. He wasn't ever going to get his revenge, I thought.

I was nearly certain that Adler knew we were on his back, so his tactic was to keep giving us cold leads. Stitch the dumbass was stupid enough to follow each lead we got. Wraith and I knew they were cold leads, but never bothered saying a word to Stitch.

I knew we were putting ourselves into some shit if he found out, but it was starting to piss us all off. Stone wasn't sure about the cold leads, but I was certain. Nato and BND always had a better system than us. Plus, smarter people in my opinion.

I headed down the hill and went into a small bar that was filled with many drunks and sobers. I rolled my eyes and headed up to the man who was pouring beer. "Do you do whiskey?" I asked politely.

"Sure do. Here's one on the house."

I nodded and smiled at him, taking the drink from his hand. I couldn't help but notice how charming he really was. Brown hair, beautiful eyes that captivated me, a small slide down his nose that bumped up a little bit and a dimple on his left cheek.

I couldn't stop drinking. That was the issue with me. Once I started, it was hard to stop. This time hit harder. I was pissed with Stitch and everyone else. I couldn't help but have a small attraction to the bar man, he was one of a kind.

We returned favours in a room later that night.

The next morning

My head was banging, my ears were ringing but my body was cosy and comfortable in the new white sheets. They had a fleecy feel, and I couldn't help but pull them closer to my bare chest. The man beside me, Matt, had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around me. This was cosy, but shit I needed to leave. I got up quietly and unwrapped him from me, grabbed my boots, trousers and top along with my over shirt. I tried my best to find a notepad as well as a pen in which I did. I left a letter and thanked him for the night. I told him how beautiful he really was and how much I wanted to see him again.

If Wraith or anyone found me here, I'd basically be dead.

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Present

I woke up with a banging headache and visions rushing to my mind. Everything seemed to begin to come back from my time at Warsaw. I'd clearly forgotten some things.

Sleeping with another man? Shit, I've changed a lot. Adlers arms were wrapped around me while his stomach was pressed to my back. I couldn't help but feel a soft release in my chest of warmth and love. I'd truly found my place here.

I slowly crawled from him and went into the bathroom, analysing myself and my body in the mirror. The scars were a daunting remembrance of everything I'd been through and things that happened to me.

I wanted to cry but I pulled myself away from the mirror and ignored myself. I couldn't let those scars take control of me.

I tip toed back to the bed and crawled back to Ad who then pulled me softly into him with his arms. What a good place to be, I thought.