The Agent's Priority

C18

"I heard you we're hitting on my girlfriend, are you planning your own funeral boy?"

"Which one those you're reffering to mate?" A cocky british replied

Something low pitched resounds followed by a grunt of pain

"Of course the hot one, you Svo-lach'" a deep russian voice spat (scum)

"So far all of them are—" a gasp of air "Specification my friend"

I sighed as I come face to face with the owner of the voices I've heard

The blonde ugly tanned boy fumingly raised his hand once more with an intention to punch the already bruied face of a brown haired familiar guy I know who was currently being held up by two more guys

"Should I always have to save your nerdy ass?"

All heads turned to me except for Matthew who chuckled heartily shaking his head in amusement

"Oh look! My cute little knight in shining pink panther pyjamas"

I mentally facepalmed in embarassment remembering the fact that I'm still in my silk pajamas and white shirt

Prick

"I see you've got company..." I trailed off narrowing my eyes at him before switching my attention to the 4 athletic looking boys "I'm sorry we're out of flying or any kinds of fucks today... so I highly suggest for you all to kindly released that trouble magnet over there so we could all have a good night sleep. Sounds good?"

"I highly agree to that"

With my lips pursing I narrow my eyes at him tempted to give him a piece of my mind before things get messy with these guys

Why am I saving this imbecile again?

"Well babe, I would only have good night sleep if you'd accompany me" he winked suggestively making his little group snicker in support

"You know I would advice you to go fuck yourself but I'm pretty sure you'd be disappointed..." I dawled out lazily before shrugging my impatience getting the best of me "on second thought I don't really give a shit about your feelings so, go fuck yourself"

Shocked Silence

Then that awfully familliar loud obnoxious and over dramatic laughter boomed

Groaning lowly I briefly closed my eyes before full on glaring at Matthew's bending figure, literally dying in laughter as he could with the two gaping guys still holding him upright

I could just fucking throw my gun at this idiota and let him go save himself

Shut the fuck up already

But the one on his right beat me to it by punching him on the gut effectively silencing him as he coughed

My lips curled into a snarl as I thoughtlessly took tentative steps forward towards them with my eyes narrowed warningly at the one who delivered that untrained and sloppy punch

Then someone stupid enough chose that exact time to block my glare at the smug looking guy

"You're quite the spitfire aren't you? I wonder if you'll still be... when you're writhing underneath me in bed i stonat' slovo papa" (and moan the word daddy) the russian accented guy retorted huskily deepening his voice than normal as he give me a once over "I Didn't get your name moya shlyukha" (my whore)

I stilled my itching fingers in a fist as I paint my face with nonchalance deciding against snapping back at him in russian

"Hand him fucking over—"