Intel - Part 2
Mitch Rapp x Reader
Warnings: INSTANT SMUT. Swearing. Violence. Anxiety and panic attacks. Degrading and derogatory names. There’s probably more?
A/N: IT’S FINALLY DONE YOU GUYS! It has been sitting in my drafts half written for like, 2 months now? But, thanks to seeing American Assassin, I became motivated and finished it! Originally, this part was supposed to be twice as long, but I think I picked the perfect place to stop and continue a third (and probably final) part! Enjoy!
I plop onto the mat below me, heaving in an attempt to catch my breath. Sweat was dripping from my hair onto my brow, and I was positive I looked hideous at the moment. I was scarlet in color and my hair was falling out of my bun and matting to the side of my face from the intense self-defense circuit Mitch has been shoving me through for the past couple of weeks now.
I cross my legs and grab the water bottle next to me, lifting it over my head fully intending to pour it into my mouth, but letting some soothing droplets hit my skin instead. I hear footsteps approach me until there’s another heavier thud hitting the mat next to me.