Weakness - Mitch Rapp
word count: really fuckin long (9269)
warnings: swearing, violence, the torture kind, mitch being hot as always
You sat at the kitchen table of your cabin home, a glass of water in your hands as you watched the outdoors curiously. A black SUV had pulled in front of the house, a woman leaving it but you could tell that there were others in it. You stood up, wandering closer and wrapping your cardigan around your tank top and shirts to preserve your warmth as you opened the door, just enough to hear what was going on outside.