Stockholm Syndrome. [Boy×Man]

▶ Chapter #12: One Missed Call.

Chapter #12: One Missed Call.

A/N: Due to the insanity of my brain an pondering how to explain the further actions in this chapter alone, i will be making this as short as possible.

ALSO!: This will began where klause flash back left off at thier temporary mansion, in chap #9 -- a few hours afyer jackov and klause quarrel. P.S. read A/N at the end.

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Persistent fücker.

"Klause, babe your phone?" I cringe at the word babe leaving the blondes lips-- whose name seems to surpass me, his arms wrapped around my chest loosely keeping me abound in the comfort of my bed. Running my fingers down my face in irritation towards the damn cellphone; that's the second time it's rung in thirty minutes. I specifically told uncle and boris to never call me this late for a job, they have plenty of men, one of them is more than capable of a clean assassination. Easy, they don't need a how-to-do manual.

"Don't call me that. Ever." I whisper to the blonde male, he gets up an walks to the bathroom, after a minute i hear the shower turn on. I roll over in the blankets grabbing my phone, i always received one missed calls from an unknown number at random, punching the answer button with more force than i should. "What the fück do you want no-"

"K-ka-shie?" I immediately toss the covers from me in a panic, my instincts automatically telling me something's wrong. The voice was faint but i heard him. A whirling sound left the other end of the phone as i rummage around for my gun and blades.

"Sethyna. What's the matter?!" There was no time to ask questions, i needed to know as much as i can at this moments notice. His breathing was rugged like he'd been severely coughing. I finally found my key's an jumping over the mattress. Shit, fuck the shoes!

"Kashie--" an explosion went off before i could ask for more information. My gears were grinding and my gut was twisting in on itself as i couldn't help but think the worst.

"GÖR?!" I holler into the phone, trying to understand the situation at hand while running down the stairs two at a time bare foot. My old man rushed out with his glock an jackov with his daggers and a few guards beside them.

"Kascha, whats wrong!" My dad asked cocking his gun, "Sethyna." We made eye contact an almost every one took the hint. This is serious. Sethyna, you better be in the safe room ok.

My nerves were a wrecking pile of shit as i ran to my car past a few guard's in nothing but boxers and pants, i have a spare shirt in the car. A gun in one hand, keys in the other. Unlocking the doors, jackov slid in the passengers seat, with me in the driver-seat.

From the corner of my eye i saw, the geezer directing guards with their weapons-- calmly as he got in his car with Charles, me an jackov were practically flying down the road in a hurry to Sethyna's mansion.

"Do i want to know?" I practically forgot i never told jackov about Sethyna and the contract? Only three people in this world knew, our father, Sethyna's father and me. Jackov reaches for the hidden space underneath his seat taking his gun out and cocking it. I breathed deeply not focusing on the honking horns of angry driver's shouting profanity like an underpaid hooker for cutting them off.

"Friend, explosion, possible enemy, time to kill." I said. Blue and red lights began flashing everywhere as i make a sharp U-turn trying the get the damn cop off my tail. "No time for this bullshit. Jackov-"