Beta-Reader: Cáa{'til chapter 11} | Maah - Translator: Laís Dórea {'til chapter 8} | Mih
One.
Love. Four letters that make a word with a meaning so strong. All the stories should have a happy end, how the script says, with a lot of love.
However, this word isn’t in my dictionary. Love, be in love, fall in love are things that another people feel, not me. Isn’t allowed. Isn’t welcome. Isn’t something that I have the curiosity to feel. Live my life, without anything positive. Nobody to protect me. Nobody to worry about me. Nobody to take care of me. Nobody to love me. Live alone. And be like that until the last breath of my life.
Live always with the bit feeling that think how would be if I was a normal person, with normal thoughts, normal family, normal point of view. Have a dream, an objective. But all this to me doesn’t pass of a mere and insignifcant illusion that will never be something concrete.
Biteness, revenge, darkness. Death. To the fearfuls, the life would be a hell, but for me is not a big thing.
. 21 years old. Serial Killer
My family was always the best killer mafia that ever happens to the world. Feared by everyone, my father always said that it was respect, what the lowers showed to us. But I know it’s fear. When you kill every kind of person, there’s a moment when you can distinguish fear of respect. No brothers. My parents knew how is the life that a criminal takes. Has brothers and family just hinders the professional life. Cause, like us, the another ones always try to get the weak point. Educated coldly, my parents strained to the maximum to I don’t feel by them any kind of fraternal love, making that I don’t do any stupid thing in case them be caughts. What is virtually impossible. No one ever tried to kill the chefs of a stabilized and invencible mafia.
I was going to one more mission. Or however that says the function of “know who’s gonna be the last victim”. The place that we lived was always the most hidden that was possible. Of course we have a lot of places around the world, but always localizeted at the same place.
- , attention – my mother sends me a reprover view that make me back the attention to my grandfather, who didn’t gave me one of his best looks.
- Backing to the subject. The Morgan family contracts us to exterminate the family, proprietress of the biggest oil firm of the world.
- And why should we kill all the family? – I asked without interest. Kill all the family is too laborious.
- Seems that the chefs of there induce the sons to take care of the business of the future, kill them is essencial to the business fall once and for all.
A sensate decision. We never care to money but we’re millionares. Kill all the family means one or two more zeros on our bank coun, that pass the 12 zeros already. We spend practically all month organizing the plot. At the end, I stay only with the easier, the first daughter of the pair.
Two.
Everything was perfect. Just as we’ve planned. The plan was to be executed in just one hour. Estava tudo perfeito.
It have pass four and we’re here.
Flashback
- John! Take out of there! – we listen them saying while my grandfather just have killed the oldest .
I felt the surprise look of my mother. We didn’t knew that there’s one more here. We wasn’t informated of that. We look to my father, that was ending with the oldest of the new generation of the attacked family and said camly, climbing the stairs.
- I stay with him.
Me and my mother agree with the head, so we walk behind him, where probaly the rest of the family would be, having fun. One thing that we didn’t like is kill someone by the back or sleeping, except it’s extremily necessary. Just cowards do it. We get in a improvised room and my mother stop around there, while I went in the hallway, at the maximum of the silence that I could.
I knew the map of that house by heart. Decorate the place where you will infritate is one of the most important things to do before attack. The last door of the house, the most protected. The biggest. The room of the younger of all the . There was where I will carru out my mission.
Openned the door quietly and didn’t like of what I saw there. A empty bed, a dark room and the windows opens.
I came in the room sharply and looked around all the places until hear a noise. Close the eyes impatiente and went walking till the door. That John was taking the girl to a car, where they get in quicly and went away. Give a punch at the doorpost of the window and went walking quicly passing by a lot of deads and a intact mother smiling for me. When she saw my expression the smile break.
- Is she dead?
- Runned away. – I walk trought her and went down the stair, where my grandfather was waiting for us. When I told what hapenned to him, they get annoyed.
End of Flashback
End of the counts. I have to kill the girls alone, by myself. A punishment. And I’ll recieve 10.000 pound sterlings at less that I should for my mistake. Not too much when the accord was 3 millions.
I found where she was and the said person that end with our plan. Was the end. For them.
I went to the summer’s home that they’ve bought at the last-minute just just to refuge themselfs in Bora-Bora. By what I saw, the security of the place wasn’t so good how the expected for me. My only problem would be get a moment that the couple was alone.
Since four days I was there. Obviously none of the two recognize me. He had just saw my father and my grandfather and she even didn’t knew the color of our hairs. I pass at the side of the two countless times, always watching their rotine.
The beggining of the end starts one week before I start to put my plan in pratice. I was sit in a table of the shopping, drinking coffee and reading journal, that annouced the end of the firm at the oil area. Then she cames.
- Hello, do you matter if I sit here? The another tables are occupieds – she points with the head to the others tables of the place, with a tray of breakfeast in hands.
I look at her serious and agree with the hear, backing to read the journal. After a time reading, I decided to up my eyes to know how was the future cadaver. And, surprising, I saw her facing me. She divert the look, ruddy when realize my look to her.
- I’m sorry – her voice gets low.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t divert the look of her.
- I-It’s that-- - then she shakes the head – nothing.
- Are you affraid? – I ask serious, lowering the paper and she looks at me surprised.
- No. Should I?
- Fact. I’m a stranger.
She did a grimace and drink her juice, saying later:
- You don’t seems like dangerous.
- The appearences cheats.
- So you aren’t as cold as you demonstrate?
- I raise my eyebrows surprinsing by the speed of think that she had. The paper wasn’t so important anymore.
- Do you think I’m cold?
- I don’t. You demonstrate that.
I double the journal that I knead it and takes all my attention to her. Interesting. She was a very interesting person.
- How can I demonstrate something to someone that I don’t know?
I sense that I had take in the point, because her lips separate and back together, she look at me looking for an aswer absent, laughing shyly.
- You’re smart.
- Taking conclusions again.
Then she shakes the head, confuse.
- Weird.
I gave a tiny sneer and back to recline in the chair, openning the journal.
- What do you do here in Bora-Bora? – I heard her voice.
I move my left hand again to get the jounal out of my front, and I could saw her face.
- Work. How about you?
She hesitated for a while. I smile internally.
- Vacation.
- And you choose Bora-Bora to enjoying the winter? Interesting – I back to open the journal – Are you alone?
I felt she rummage then, a while after, she speaks:
- No.
All this time for a “no”? Seems like someone forgerts to give the directions for this girls. Witouth divert her attention but still faking reading the paper I hear she saying:
- Are you?
- I am. – I said readily.
She digs again.
- Ally! – we heard a third voice – I’ve been looking for you all around, don’t disapoear like that!
I divert the look of the paper, so I way the boy that looks at Allynaa nervous.
- I’m sorry, I was hungry.
I heard he sight, then he looks at me?
- What?
Não desvio o olhar dele, o que o deixou um pouco mais nervoso.
- Listen to me, did you lose something in my forehead?
I give a little smile, then and get up and look at Allyna:
- Nice to meet you. – and send a last look to the John, that stays ruddy with the situation.
Three.
After that day, seems pay more attention around. The place that we’re on Bora-Bora wasn’t too big and we could easily met until three times at one day, at less they decide to get a ride with schooner, what I have to say, how a goood victim run away from a killer, wasn’t a good idea.
My face seems be very marked at the memory of the last . The fact of I just appear away of her look, make her get close. Who doesn’t like the idea was her intruder companion, that John, sends me suspicious and nervous looks always that we met. To vary, this didn’t affect me, he wasn’t my priority, however much my wish was shoot at the middle of his forehead. One thing that I always have to do is get focus. His time will come, and won’t be late to happen.
Three days for the execution.
My plan was ready. However much the securities has size and face enough to scare anyone that’s near the house, for me was just a question of be flexible. Was they decision die or not. I don’t like to kill who’s not necessary. But because of the people that should die, innoceents loses their lifes brutally. Nobody run away of the ’ hands, once that we have to kill them. In that I believed.
Two days for the execution.
I was taking the end of the afternoon to verify the movement of the beach that they’re. Don’t get attention it’s a Adam’s gift in the action time. Everything was in my favor. At the end of the afternoon ithere isn’t a lot of people at the beach, by my count, about 5 or 6 persons. Couples, walking in the seaside. Stupidity. I put my hands in the pockets of my hands, then I start to walk without direction, once that what I have to do, was done.
I sitted in a wood seat, in front of the sea, with a light breeze in my face. Yes, that was a murder climate. Raind, storm, cloudy day, dark and without energy? Terror movies’ cliche. Beyond disturb the plan makind the victims maybe change her originals routh, make I have to use heavy clothing and had a vision at least 8% worse than if was a good climate. And, however much people say no, they always stay more afraid and attentive with the bad climate. And that always was a negative point for me.
It’s not because I’m a heartless killer, without love, without any kind of good feelind, that I won’t have fun like a normal person. I have buddies that call me friend. Friend. That’s what they will never hear me sayind about them. And they didn’t obligate me. They know my origin, know who create me.
We get out to drink, went to casinos and visit brothels when we think that we need a opposite sex attention and there’s exactly the place where we went to have any attention that we need. They are like me, with more heart, obviously. They feel love. Feel friendship. Feel affliction.
I can consider mylself a luck man. I would have more if I could use all the beauty that God give to me. But, I just use it when I’m in a mission. I’m handsome enough to make anyone fell in love with me. Conquest was easy.The difficult was be conquested.
I was so absorbed in my owm thinks that I didn’t feek her sitting at my side. Really I could have felt, but I didn’t care.
- Don’t have one day that I ask myself why you’re alone in a place like this – I hear she saying. Move my lips making a smile without divert my look from the horizon.
- And why decide to ask me now?
- I’m not asking – she answer in the same irony tone that I have used. This make she capturate all my attention for her. Was a smart girl and, wanting or no, I like that.
- Aren’t you? – I look at her with the same smile.
- No. I’m just making a comment – she realize my look and turn her face in my direction.
- And why are you here? - play with the victim was my favorite hobby. Confused, conquer, ilude. That was fun.
- Vacation, I told you.
- Why do you lie? – I lood deep in her eyes and saw her pupil increase with the surprise in my affirmative question.
- I’m not lying.
- Yes, you are. – I confirm letting her more uncomfortable. I was calm, really calm, wanting more and more her lack. – Your picture is in the journal. The missing daughter of the ’ family, that was entirely murdered last week.
And the game starts. was scared with the notice and seems doesn’t believe in what i said.
- H-how d-do you--
- I just read the paper. – isn’t right make the victim knows who is the killer before the time – Don’t you?
I can’t find an answer to my question. I was different. Surprised by her attitude, I saw her get calm quickly, and back to her normal way.
- I’m running away – she said in a certain time. I smiled inside – That man, who cames with me, John, he’s son of my the best friend of my dad. Grew up with me. My father ask him to save me, when they attack our house.
And this is the prove that you shouldn’t talk with strangers. They almost never has the best intentions as her listener.
- And do you think that Bora-Bora is the best place to hide?
She put her shoulders up
- John does.
- John does. – I reppeat what she said. – And does John knows even when you should hide?
She looked at me with a suspicious look.
- I don’t know. – she answer serious. I keep with my smile and back the attention to the sea.
- If he has to protect you, what do you do here alone?
- I need air. I don’t like him at my side always.
- You shouldn’t do it when you are running away – I looked at him
- I don’t have affraid. I mean, to die. – I couldn’t prevent the seriousness in my face. She doesn’t have affraind to die? I didn’t like to kill people like that. They deserve live, at my ways. – He stays at my side and I can’t do any friendship or talk with anyone that isn’t he. - And why are you talking to me?
She put her shoulders up.
- You’re the only one who I felt security to talk – this girl has the dangerous in her veins. She has a lot of luck, because I’m pacient and I have to do everything according the plan. – I’m sorry if I muddled you.
- You didn’t. – I said camly, making her smile lightly – Do you wanna have dinner?
- No, I’m not hungry – she gets up – I think it’s better back home. John should be crazy looking for me. I lived there, if you wanna talk, my window it’s the left one, if you’re in front of the house. – she points the place and I agree with the head without say anything. I knew where’s her room. I knew exactly where is. – So, goodbye.
- I see you soon – I said with a smile not so innocent in my face. She realize and her blush slightly. She turns and starts to walk to the huge house. I saw she distances with a think in my head. Time to do a unexpected visita.
Four.
No need to go home and get me, I continued sitting in the same wooden bench until the sun goes down. I went to a kiosk, where I had dinner a light meal. Always looks in my direction, you could feel by far the desire of the natives of Bora Bora and its tourists in me. They have to forgive me, but has a commitment today. After paying the bill and eat a mint leaf given as complimentary service at the kiosk, went back to walk on the beach, now completely deserted. I headed in one direction. The house indicated by .
I look at my watch and see the bigger indicator on the number one and the smaller on the number 6. 6. Uma e meia da madrugada, era bom o tal John estar dormindo.
Nimbly climbed the wall of stone from the huge house and even cut myself with the shards of glass purposefully placed at the top of it. Without making the slightest sound I reached the balcony of the ' room, took a look around and saw that the guards talked sitting in chairs facing a table where they drank beer and played cards. It would not be difficult in two days, or one, if we consider the time. I turn to the door-open window with curtains fluttering out and see sleeping peacefully in his huge bed dorsel.
I turn to the double door of the room and quietly turn the key locking us inside there. I see the two-door room windows and I see the place. White. It was the only color seen here. I come closer to the bed where was and see her chest rise and fall slowly under her breath. She wore a white silk gown and her hair were arrested anyway for a thin elastic band the color of her locks. She hugged one of the pillows and contained one leg covered and uncovered by a huge goose-down duvet.
I approach the bed even wiping out any space between me and the cabinet. I admit being a beautiful sight, the one I was having. But at no moment my desire to kill her dropped. I wanted to kill for me to find her a beautiful being. A rummage and she slowly open her eyes in my direction. Surprised, she moves quickly, sitting up in bed, now covering his whole body with the quilt, making me see just her face and arms. She had not screamed or compromising any sound to me.
- What are you doing here? - she whispers amazed. Nothing I say. Just sit in bed and caught her arm, pulling her to me. I raise my hand toward my open mouth and with your index finger, make a sign that she was to remain silent. Without the slightest effort, she had been silent and let me pull through. Examined every inch of her face betting that she did the same with me. I felt her hand hold firmly on my arm that held her and then with the one it was free, gently stroked my face, before sealing the space between us with a sweet kiss. I was willing to give her what John just could not or would not let her have. A little satisfaction before die was no harm to anyone.
When our tongues met I pulled her to me, finally ending up with any evidence of space between us. She was in my lap and our kiss only increased according our tongues touched. She now held my neck and alternately scratched, pulled and squeezed. I get up, putting her forward to me and remove my shoes, putting my feet up on the bed and touching the base of it. now enjoyed my kisses on her neck and my hands on his thighs. The jersey went up more and more in line with what I was doing sculptural affection in her legs. I turn to join our lips and with one hand, I climb inside the jersey, not being prevented at any time and touch her breasts naked, doing our lips unglued and drop a little moan.
I spent a few minutes giving her pleasure, as she played more against me, kissing and moaning in my ear. When I stop touching her breasts, she removes my shirt and my pants, going back to sit in front of me in my lap. We face each other panting. She looks across my chest and slowly gets rid of his own outfit. I'm watching intact she pull off her jersey to throw somewhere unimportant in the room. We spent about 40 seconds just staring until I reverse our positions, lying her and holding her left leg with my right hand. One thing I admired in women were their legs. Stroking them was always the best thing to do. Kissing her lips, I urged the knotted around my waist with his legs. Down by the kisses between her neck and chest, arriving at her breasts. I got her crazy with my touch and feel her moist lace panties.
Took her last piece and mine too. I saw her eye-opener to see the volume of my member and smiled maliciously, returning to kiss her. I dispensed the use of condom. It was not necessary. She would die within days. Would not have time to get pregnant. We kiss with our eyes open this time, facing each other. So without further ado, I entered fully into her, forcing our lips so that she could not ever let them drop a loud moan. I felt her nails stuck in my back and quickly from the inside, going back even stronger.
I was really big and she did not seem familiar with all this volume within it. Gradually the tension in her vagina was slipping away and I could increase the speed of my attacks. Before long, she finally be relaxed, enjoying the moment with me. I will not deny that it was the best sex I'd had so far. It was something that I wanted more and more.
We danced without stopping and the bed seemed to break at any moment, tried with all the strength she had left, not drop a noise that could cause an employee or John woke up and came to check if everything was alright. Our breaths were mismatch is increasingly what we wanted to not end.
I felt her lips on my earlobe and she moved in with me. I looked at her face and saw her mouth open and eyes closed, showing horny.
- ... - I hear a groaning whisper. For some unknown reason, it made me mad. Nobody had ever given me a nickname and I knew she had done unconsciously. Increased the thrusts and now our breaths made noise. - -
- Almost there. - I say when I feel a pre-enjoyment of her. I feel the twitching, trying to hold on and further increase my attacks. - Relax. - I was telling her to relax and we both come to the climax - orgasm - together. I stay inside her untill resolve to get off and lie on the empty side of the bed. Look to the side and see her staring at the ceiling with her mouth hanging open, looking for air. Her chest was now different from when I got up and down quickly. I could hear her heart pounding. After a considerable time, see her looking at me and moving his lips forming a word:
- More.
I smiled with all possible evil intentions and back it up, sticking to our lips. She was a strong girl. An extraordinary girl. I turned face down and did it on all fours. I lean over her and give out kisses on her neck and back, pushing her hair to the side. Her back was smooth hot to touch. I feel her hand touch my member, even masturbating me with her back to me. I don't make a move, just enjoying the touch. She did a good job. She was being better than the prostitutes that I was spending my money in the brothels.
A little more and I'll get rid of her hand, and then penetrating. According to the investment increases, I saw her grab the sheets and pillows and lift the face. With my free hand, drove up to her vagina and two fingers doing mine and drop a little moan begging for more. Attended her application at the same time. Both with my member, and with my fingers. She asked for more and for speed. The bed came to make noise when I grew too both at the same time, but it was a unique feeling. Both for me and for her.
We enjoy together. She lay down and pulled me to lay my head leaning on her chest. Her heart was breakneck. Her chest was lost in the movement of breath. She stroked my head as I stared at a point in the room. My mind said to me get out of there at that time. He said that was a mistake I have made this visit to her. He said I would not be able to kill her. Nonsense.
Fucked two more times until she fell asleep and I leave the place where I entered, unlocking the door before. On the way to the hotel where he was, saw the sun rise. He was too beautiful for my taste.
Eve of execution.
When I woke up it was past 4 pm. I sat up in bed and even more messed up my hair, trying to get used to the light coming from outside the room. One thing that hotels bora-boranes had to provide were Venetian for those who like to wake up late. Those door-windows with a white curtain was not whatone could said for the comfortable light disturbed the sleep of those who had weakly. What was not my case.
I had never slept so much since I had completed 14 years. Was accustomed to staying up more than 24 hours awake because of the missions and going to sleep, they were only five, six hours maximum. Over 10 hours of sleep was not common. And I knew why that happened. The reason had a name. Had a name and face. And a huge sex.
I took my second shower of the day and went to eat something at the local restaurant. I look in the mirror in the lobby of the hotel. I was fine. In my opinion I was great. Obviously the women around here thought the same. With my ego high, I leave the place on foot, breathing the pure air of Bora-Bora. Soon I dope with John and walking. Obviously she had not seen me because all her attention was in a stall of objects made from shells, but her companion noticed and treated her for just taking it away without making her look in my direction. Satisfied smile at the thought that in less than a day I'd be seeing his body lying dead on the floor.
I spent the rest of the day walking around the place, sat to drink a coconut water and was surprised with myself to see me thinking about the girl. Again, my reason was trying to direct me to the right way, as usual. But this time around. Only this time, another part of me was louder. And for the first time in my life, I had wanted to hear what everyone calls heart.
Five.
It was her last night with open eyes. Without realizing I was hiding among the trees next door to hers. The track supported on the balcony of her room, staring at the starry sky and full moon. I received a call from my father that day earlier.
- Have you done what it should? - I heard him say coldly, without a "hi", without a "how are you?". I replied that I would end tomorrow with everything. - Do not delay. I want this case closed until after tomorrow. - did nothing but agree and then hear the 'click', indicating that he had hung up. But I was not willing to obey him. Not that time.
I returned to reality and saw that she was not on the balcony. Watch the clock. 2 am. She probably had been expecting me, I was sure it was. Quietly went to the place where she was a few moments and held in knob opening the French window and entering the room, seeing her standing in front of the bed, staring at me.
She approach slowly and so did I.
- You're late. - was just what she could say before I take her his lips with ease. Glued to our bodies until I drop and look toward the door. - I locked it. John is sleeping it's been a while.
There was no need to say anything more. Some five minutes and she was sitting on a nightstand giving me invested. That was good. Too good to end this way. Once finished, I held her face with both hands.
- Run away with me. - I whispered and be sure of one thing: that wasn't me.
I saw her eye-popping.
- I can't. - she whispers back.
I say no more. I dress and leave the room just as I entered. She did not come after me. And the plan was back to what it was.
Day of execution.
I woke up exhausted. And it was rare to happen, especially when I had done nothing more than a simple sex. Sex never tired me and that was proven. Give up the idea of getting out of bed to do something. That day, what I most wanted was to stay in my bed and not kill any . And there it was again. Taking account of my thoughts. Your scent on me. Your taste in my mouth. Her touch on my body. I wanted it. I knew that. I wanted it for me. Alive.
So after I got up and tidy, leave the room to a place where I could ease my mind.
I was ready. In front of the huge house. Watch the clock, two minutes into action.
Look to the balcony of her room. The light on, a shadow passed from time to time. I soon would be there. And this time enter by the door.
Screams. You could not hear.
I was alone so tread carefully was extremely necessary. Once finished the first floor, the bodies lying on the ground surrounded by blood, I was upstairs. Follow up to John's room. I heard him whisper "I know" before falling down dead with a bullet in his forehead. I am not a man who deny something I wish. I stopped a few minutes in front of his body . A smile forms on my lips. I loved it.
I turn and walk toward the place I knew the house better. Watch the clock. 1:45. I was late. Inevitably and without control of my body, I ran into the bedroom of , opening the next. The light was on and she was awake, standing beside her bed. And it was different than yesterday.
Yesterday she was with her eyes full of satisfaction, of relief at seeing me there. Today she was frightened, scared.
- You... - she says weakly. I do not say anything but aiming the gun at her. - No...
One last look. My finger on the trigger. Active him.
- ... - I hear her whisper. I apologized to the look. Shoot.
Six.
She felt the bullet pass through her hair. It was possible to see some wires flying around with the effect of the bullet passing through them and hitting the wall behind.
I feel her puzzled look. I down the gun.
- Why... You... - she asked me confused. Do not misuse my gaze from yours. I approach and amazingly she did not move away. I raise my empty hand and caress his face, making close your eyes and enjoy the warmth. We were silent a few minutes until I whisper:
- You have no choice.
She opens her eyes frightened, waiting for my explanation for that phrase.
- Run away with me. - I repeat what I said yesterday. This time she succeeded in shaking her head agreeing. Our lips sealed and when they're separated, I mumbled a "come in" making a girl exactly identical to entered the room. The girl knew what to do, came to the spot of and turned to me. hugged me and stood behind me, watching me pointing the gun at the girl and giving a clear shot right in her heart.
We both saw the girl fall in front of us with no life. I turned to and she kept her eyes glazed over in the body already in the process of cooling. Without the slightest intention to comfort her, took her hand, pulling out of the room and running to the outside of the house.
- Do not say anything, pretend fear, cry if you need and don't let them touch you. - I say walking to the car, which was a bit far from home. Unlocked the car with the sensor and took a black backpack in the trunk. I took a wig of the opposite color of her hair and put leaving her no less fantastic. I took in her hand and returned to the scene of the crime, where I called the local police.
understood exactly what I was doing. Putting my life and hers out of risk. I always did that. Pretending to be the person who had heard something strange while passing by. I would be the last person to be suspicious by police. Several hours of testimony and we were both free to go wherever we want. Police are blind. They do not examine the victim as well. If they did they would know easily that, that girl in place of wasn't her, but an identical girl desperate for a family assistance.
It was 6am when me and were released from the police station. We went to the hotel where I was staying and eat something before we go up to the room.
Neither of us dared to say a word while we ate. And so was the silence ranging up until her sit on my bed and stare at me.
- What do we do now? I have no clothes or anything. - she seemed quite calm and aware of what was happening. Did not answered and pick up my phone, entering my house's number.
- . - I hear the voice of my father. He knew it was me. Just as I was sure it was him. I go to the french window and look at the landscape:
- It's done.
Silence. I could feel my father's lips forming a broad smile. It was obvious that my father loved me and cared about me. At my age I could already know that. I already knew about what we were about to pass at any time and what to expect.
- Remains?
- Nothing.
- Great. - I hear him sigh. - Good. Your mission is over. You can go home at the end of the week. I'll give you a time to rest.
- I do not want. - My voice came out rougher than I planned.
- But will. - one thing you could be sure is that I was my father's son.
- , you have been acting your entire life in this business, you haven't had a break even. You must know when to stop if necessary.
It was obvious that I didn't care about go out on holiday. Especially now that I had other plans and enter into another mission would disturb much. But I could not waver in front of my father. He was too smart.
I said nothing. I hear only a "hope to see you in three days to tell you your time off" and then a "click". I switch off my phone and get back into the room where looked at me curiously.
- Here it goes. - pull up a chair and sit in front of it. - Things will change a bit going forward. You have to do everything I say. If anyone finds out I did not kill you... You die and I die together.
I see her swallow hard and nodding.
- If you do something wrong and get out of that combine, I'll have to kill you and how it might look, I'm not really into doing this.
- I will not. - she says confident and I look in your eyes, seeing that she was not lying and that she really did not have any fear of what was to come to us.
I shake my head in agreement and then look to the side wondering what to do. It doesn't take too long to had a whole plan in my head. Stand and close my suitcase already ready in case the plan did not work. What was impossible, but a man forewarned is forearmed.
had not dared to say anything or ask me about what I was doing, I raised my hand in order to get her and she just got up and came to me, then leaving the room the two of us. I paid the bill quickly and half-hour later I was buying our tickets to Dublin.
- Michael? . I need your service. - I'm serious walking hand in hand with . My bag had been checked and I was only a backpack. I go to a place more private. - I need an identity. No. To a woman. Shut up and pay attention. I need it for tomorrow in the late afternoon at most. No matter how much it will cost, just do it. - one thing I hated was being annoyed when I was the person paying for the service. - Yes 20. I'll take her there to the photo. Who cares about the fucking birthdate? Do whatever you want, just make her have 20 years. And if you maker her seem a japanese, I'll kill you.
I speak with Michael Hunger. He was someone I could call "mate". Made services for families. False identities. It was the best in the world. Charging a fortune for simple. But was appointed to death by an arch-enemy of Peru. Obviously we were hired to kill him, but his offer was ultimately best for us. He does whatever we ask when we want. And in our life, what we most need is several shades. Michael has a nasty habit of wanting to pull our eyes. If you still do not understand, he loves any oriental race.
I hear the call for our flight.
- Come on. - I say making her stand up and hold my hand. We continue to the entrance of the flight and we present our tickets. Luckily I have a certified copy of her identity. Otherwise it would be difficult to handle an employee to make us get on that plane.
Some hours of flight. I found myself watching her occasionally. If I had never done anything wrong - in my view - in my life, this was the right time for the first time. I was falling, I knew it. And that fact didn't Disrturb me one bit.
Not a bit.
Seven.
Attention passenger, who is speaking is the pilot, we'll be placing in five minutes, please, turn off your eletronic apparatus and put the safety belt. Thanks for choose the Europe Airlines and have a nice trip.
We putted the safety bells calmly and wait until the placing time. choose the window side and spent the most of the time looking at outside.
- What are you thinking? - I asked of a way that only we two could hear. She looked at me without an expression.
- Nothing.
That was enough to not say anything more. She was too quiet. And too thinker. Thinking too much, sometimes, it's the best thing to don't do.
I called a cab when we get out of the airport and indicate the hotel where I always stay. 20 minutes lates we're in the front of the place. I looked at .
- Don't get out of here. - I whispered, getting out of the car to talk with the manager and ask him to put the suitcase in my room. He knew me and I could say that he likes me. Any manager likes a guest who didn't give too much work and stays a lot at the hotel, making the bills bigger and paying without complain.- Don't worry, Mr. Trumel, I'll take care myself of your suitcases, they'll be in your room, safety. - he says smiling. I smiled and shaked my head, saying goodbye and getting back on the cab, indicating one street, not too far from there.
Just when we get out, I went to the place where I always rent a car. Dublin was a beautiful city and walk with a cab around there was being stealed. And the cabs are never fast enough. The lady who works there knew me and I would say that she knew me well. She always make question to talk to me. But, this time, she moved back. Maybe because I was holding Allyna's hands, that looked to everything, appreciating the place.
- Where are we going? - she finnally shows some interest on our way. We're in the car, quiet.
- Make you up.
I saw her straight. I smiled.
- If someone that knows yours family sees you here, I'm dead, and, honestly? I don't wanna this happening right now.
So her ilegible face transformate in something beautiful. I went to a hairdresser, where I took my mother once. He must be good, to cust more than 100 euros in a haircut. I didn't want to economize with the person who'll spend part of my time with me.
- Ask for a diferent haircut and change the color of your hair. - I spoke, getting in with her. - Say that you want to be unrecognizable.
She agrees with her head and went to the balcony. I putted my hands on the pocket of my jeans and looked at the place. A lot of womans. And gays. Obviously they had the attention on me. They knew that I wasn't gay.
I sitted in a confortable armchair and they give cookies and coffee to me. I hate cookies and coffee. I refused, educate. 3 hours waiting until a woman stopped in front of me. I looked up. Smiled.
- Did you like it? - she asked. Her hair was chanel with a straight fringe. The color was the opposite of what it used to be. I get up and hold her waist.
- Sexy.
She smiled.
- So I'll say to Pietro that it worked.
I kissed her lips, taking longer on it when I felt our tongues touching. Just when we separate, I could feel the envy of the others womans and gays of the place. I went to the balcony and payed everything.
Then, we went change the color of her iris and buy some clothes. We spent a few time on some stores, in others we went faster. I didn't gave any opnion, except if she ask for. I was quiet, looking her changing clothes. At the end of the evening, a thousand bags.
- I'm hungry. - she says. It wasn't a lie. The food of the airplane sucks and we forgot to eat something all day.
- Just one more place and we can dinner. - I said, driving, and didn't hear anything.
- ! - I heard Michael's voice and looked with a little smile. - Guess who passed here earlier? Connor! - then I saw him looking to , behind me. - And he did the same thing that you. - her voice was malicious now. He looked at me. - So... finally stagger?
- Good to know about your interest to survive, Hunger. - I spoke menacinly and he putted his hands up.
- I'm sorry, sorry. I'm just surprised. I didn't though that you had these ones, . Anyway, this isn't the first time that Jared Connor brings a girl to make a false indentidy. That one is really heartless than you. - we saw him walk to behind a mess desk and sitted in front of an old computer. - Out every mission that he gets in, he comes back with one girl. Then is that history. He gets sick of her, founds another and kills the older.
- Hunger. - I cut her, nervous, and he looked at me surprised. - Do what you have to do and stay quiet.
I saw him looking to Allynn, understanding why I was nervous. He didn't have a spot of sensibility in that big head.
- Good. Let's take her picture. - he spokes serious. Finally. I folded my arms and looked at him going to Allyna and indicating a big place, with a white fabric and one camera. One flash and, following, he comes back imediatelly to the computer. - Don't know why you didn't wanna an oriental. With all this make up she could be one easlily.
I didn't said anything. was coming back slowly, fearfully. Michael was so stupid.
- Her name. Sarah Nicole Evans. - he spoked looking at the computer screen. - 20 years old, Canadian, french ancestry. - I didn't argument with any of her informations. He'll put this in the files of the government of the countries that he was saying, in the case of have to prove that she was really Sarah Nicole Evans.
- Parents?
- Her mother is widow and lives in a farm at the interior of Montreal.
- Income?
- 2.000 dolars for month. It's a milk farm.
I agree with the head, taking my money from my pocket.
- How much?
- 2.500. - without desagree I made an check and gived to him, receinving the identity, born certificate and some documents.
- Nice to work with you, . You're not like Connor ou Louvre that disagrre with the price. They don't know how this work.
- Good night, Hunger.
- We'll see. Goodbye, doll. - he wave to , that didn't did nothing, just turn when I putted my hand in her waist and get out of the building, that seems to be neglect.
- Don't you believe in everything that he says. - I whisper while we get in the car and went to the restaurant. She looks at me. - Connor doesn't kills the girls that he save.
She looked at me, serious.
- What he does?
- He sends them to Australia. The governator from there is friend of his father. Won't let anyone gets close to an island that he bought for especialy for them, hiding from his family.
I saw her opening her mouth.
- They get locked? In an island?
- Would you prefer die or live with comfort in an island? - I looked at her and she get quiet. - He's stupid.
- Is he your friend?
- I don't have friends.
- But you keed an nice relantionship with him.
- We're accomplice, is diferent.
- Partners, so.
She was really obstinate. I didn't said anything. I don't like argumenting and I knew she wouldn't exite in disagree with me.
I took her to a fancy restaurant. We eat quietly.
- Where's your family?
I looked at her, seriously.
- Why do you wanna know?
She puts her shoulders up.
- Everybody has a family.
- I can't call family what I have.
- Why not?
- When you do what I do, you have to be alone.
She drinks her wine.
- And why I'm here with you?
- Because I'm on vacation. - I spoke indefferentily. Of course that wasn't the right answer. Of course I was crazy about her. Of course that I want her for me.
Of course that I wouldn't let her know that.
Eight.
It took about more than one hour and a half to we get on the hotel. As always, the hotel workers treat me like honor guest, so as . I didn't like presidencial suites, too big and with a lot of space to a enemy hide and make an ambush. A room relatively normal was enough for me. didn't opened her mouth when we get in. Obviously she was used to better things than that, but she was pleased enough to be alive there, seeing that room.
After he putted our bags in a place in the room, oriented by me, the worker get a little tip and went away, closing the door quietly. I looked for , and saw her in front of the window, looking at a movimentation at the street, down there. I went close to her and putted my hands in her waist.
- I need a shower - she whispered.
- The bed need we two. - I whispered back, hearing her laughs.
- The bed can wait.
- Yes, but I can't. - I turned her to me, sticking our lips.
- Either my dirtness. - she tried to say between the kisses. I separate, then, without even wait for my reaction, she went to one of the bags and took a pyjama and a pant, going to the bathroom.
I whispered and putted my hand in my hair. If she thinks that it'll be like that, she's wrong. <u>I</u> am the man in the relantionship.
I took my clothes away and get in the shower, making her get scred and gave a little laugh, embarrassed when she saw me getting in the shower.
- What are you doing?
- I told you I can't wait. - I closed the door of the little box. - And I guess that I need a shower. - I smiled malicious, making her put her hand at my chest, putting after at my neck. She didn't said anything. Just sticked our lips and let me pull her by her waist, ending with any space between us.
She caress my neck and massaged my tongue with hers. I putted my lips at her neck, feeling the water in her body. She hold her fingers against my back, according with my tongue, slow, in her skin.
With my right hand, I pull her leg, making her jump a little and enlace her legs around my waist. We kissed again, she holded my face with both hands while I went to the wall behind her, compressing her. A few more seconds and I decidde to penetrate her. I made it quickly, making her unstick our lips and let a loud moan on pleasure and surprise.
Making sex standing up wasn't confortable. Less confortable when you are inside a tiny box and with a slippery floor. But, at the end, the sensation was always the same. The wonderful satisfation and see breathless, smiling and caress my face hasn't a price.
- Great. You take my forces to wash.
- They'll be back sundelly. - I said with her still in my lap, sitting in a bank of marble inside the box.
- Uhum. - she putted her forehead at my neck, her hands in my chest.
- I got to go away in a few days.
- Hm.
We get quiet. Something was wrong. Acording witgh my researchs with normal womans in the world, she would look at me indignant and make a big fight.
- Hm? - I imitate her, confused. She put her head up to look at me.
- What?
- Aren't you worry if I'll come back?
She laugh a little.
- I know you'll come back.
- What if I don't?
Her smile get little.
- What do you pretend with that?
- I'm saying that you need me. - I'm direct. She put one eyebrow up.
- I don't need you.
- Then I think it's better you die.
- I guess.
We get quiet. What the hell was that girl?
Without any word, I stick our lips again. She knew that I need her more than she need me. I knew it too. I just didn't knew why.
- I wanna get out. - she whispered, boring. We're at the evening of the day before the one that I had to leave. We're naked at the hotel bed. At the end, buying all those clothes for her was a useless act. She didn't wear even one lingerie.
I didn't said anything and saw her support in my chest, gettint up a little to see me.
- Did you hear me?
- I did.
- Why you don't answer me?
- Because I don't have anything to say.
She grumble inpacient and get up, rolled in a sheet.
- I'm not made to be stuck in a hotel room.
- Now you have to get used to it . - I said, changing the TV channel without really pay attention.
- I don't wanna get used to it.
I looked at her.
- You're being annoying.
It was enough to her glue her lips and take a clothe, locking herself in the bathroom. Twenty minutes later I saw her dressed, looking for a shoe.
- Can I know where you think you're going? - I sitted on the bed.
- Walk.
- It's not necessary get so dressed to walk in the roo...
- I'm not going to walk in the room, if that's what you're thinking. - she didn't take her attention of what she was doing.
- Out of the room you won't walk, too.
- I will.
- .
- ! I'm not a prisioner, or whatever you think I am!
- I told you that the thing won't be easy.
- But I didn't though it would be so hard. - I heard her hurt voice, and somehow that affected me. A lot.
She got me. She really got me.
Nine.
I sigh and get up.
- Wait half an hour. – I said, going to the bathroom and closing the door behind me.
I turn on the shower and get under the water. I take a deep breath. What was happening to me? Why did I do everything she wanted? Why did I care about what she thinks about me? Why I am angry because she doesn’t feel this way for me?
When the hell did I fall for that girl?
Twenty minutes were enough for me to finish my shower and follow to the bedroom with the towel wrapped around my waist; nna was watching TV with an annoyed face. She looks at me and then turns to the TV again. I get changed.
- Let’s go. – I said seriously and I saw her get up even more serious than I was and go towards the door silently. – Are you going to keep that face?
- I will.
I shut up. Shit. I put my hands on my pocket and we go to the car park.
- Where do you want to go?
- Somewhere I could walk.
I don’t say a thing. I took her a park in town. It wasn’t dark yet so it was pleasant to walk there. She was ahead of me, sighing Dublin’s air. It was impossible to not see all those men jogging and breaking their necks to see her one more time. They didn’t know who they were dealing with if they approached her.
To their luck, they didn’t even dare to say “hi” to her, since I was right behind. I spent the time we were that way, she in front of me and I right behind watching over her, wondering what I would do to keep her alive and our secret safe.
We had dinner at a restaurant and went back to the hotel. was so in a bad mood that she didn’t even look at me until I laid on the bed to sleep. No need to say there was no sex on that night. Not even on the following night.
- You don’t know how long you won’t see me. – I say stupidly while I sorted my shirt’s collar. nna was sitting on the bed reading a book we had bought the day before. I don’t receive answer. That was all crap. I should be man enough to take out my gun and shoot right in the middle of her forehead. However, when I’m about to do that, I look at her face and that’s my flaw. – When will you to me again? – I mumbled defeated.
Silence. I couldn’t even get angry with it anymore. I was nearly getting used to it, as if there was no one there. I feel two arms hold me; I don’t say or do a thing.
- Come back soon. – She whispered with the voice muffled by my shirt.
I open a minuscule smile and finish getting ready, making her let me go because of that. As soon as I finish, I look at her and see her standing still exactly where we were seconds ago. I go towards her and deposit a kiss on her forehead.
- Whatever happens, try not to draw attention to yourself or go out much. – I said quietly and saw her nod. – Don’t call me or look for me; I left a credit card for you, it’ll arrive tomorrow. Find a house or something; Dublin is a good place to live in.
- Couldn’t we stay in America? – I heard her disturbed voice.
- The farther from there, the better.
- I don’t like it here.
- We’ll talk about his after. – I join our lips in a kiss that lasted more than planned. – Bye, Sarah.
- Don’t take long to come back. – She says standing on the door as soon as I went out. I opened a little smile.
- I won’t. – And I turn my back to her.
Ladies and gentlemen, please make sure your seat backs are in their full upright position and turn off all electronic devices. I hope you had a good flight and will have a good stay in Montréal. Thank you for choosing our airline.
I look outside the plan discouraged and anxious to embark on a plane again and go back to the place I just left.
Half an hour and I was already inside a taxi, ready to go home. An enormous house just for five people. Five people and the house workers. Obviously we didn’t have anyone to show off about the huge house we had. Except for dad’s business partners.
I don’t even think about looking for one of my family members, I go straight to my bedroom on the second floor and leave my suitcase anywhere. It was a very big bedroom with few things. I had my own house, hidden in a place where no one would think a rich man lived there. I take a quick shower and while getting out I saw Stacey, one house worker’s daughter and someone I used to satisfy myself when I was lacking... Hm... Sex.
- I thought you wouldn’t take so long. – she smiled maliciously at me whilst I dried my hair with a towel and put some jeans on. I don’t answer. – Well, did you bring something for me?
- No. – I answer roughly.
- Hm... What a pity. – She didn’t seem even slightly offended with my answer. Stacey was the type of woman that didn’t mind being used, since there was a second dose. – For how long will you stay here?
- It’s not your business.
- If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be asking. – She smiled, laying on my bed.
- You shouldn’t act like that with your boss.
- You shouldn’t sleep with your workers. – She replied. Now you know why I sleep with her. I’m the kind of man fond of sadomasochism. The more the woman treats me bed, the more I like it.
- I sleep with whoever I want.
- It’s not true and you know it. – She gets up and comes in my directions. – You sleep with whoever is convenient for you.
Women are quite interesting. They pretend to not know us, but they know exactly what we are.
- Why don’t you stop being so hard on yourself and do what you want? – She touches my chest. – You know, the days here aren’t so good without you. I don’t have anyone to get dressed to.
- Sebastian is a good catch. – I move away and take a shirt. I hear movements behind me.
- Oh no, you didn’t say that about Sebastian. He’s an idiot.
- You sleep with the idiot. – I say ironically whilst trying to sort my hair out in front of the mirror.
- I sleep with him because you’re not here for me. – She hugs me from behind and deposits a small kiss. – But now you are.
I laugh a bit.
- I am but I’m not going to sleep with you.
She seemed to understand that I was serious and opened her mouth incredulous.
- And why not?
- because you’re not convenient to me. – I say whilst going to my bedroom’s door and opening it. – Not anymore. – I say before closing it with a smile, seeing her furious.
I keep the same smile until my dad’s office, where I stop smiling and knock on the door. When I heard ‘come in’, I open the door, going in and seeing dad behind his desk, as always.
- Did you have a good flight? – He said peacefully.
- I did.
- Did you think about where you’re staying on your first holiday?
- Maybe somewhere in the Mediterranean, I don’t know. – I sat on one of the seats of the huge room and put my head back. – I don’t want holidays.
- I won’t discuss it.
- Something happened. – I turn my eyes to my dad which, surprised, widens his eyes quickly.
- What?
- Something happened for you to tell me to go on holiday suddenly. I’m not dumb, dad.
Silence. I then hear a quiet laugh coming from him.
- No, benjamin, you’re not dumb. That’s why you’re still alive. – I half closed my eyes quickly and opened then again, still silent. – Yes, something happened.
- What?
He sighs and gets up, going to the glass wall behind his chair and observes our enormous garden.
- Apparently, the had the same idea as the Morgans. – He starts. – But we were more skilled and kill them before they could pay the hired people.
I sigh, patience less.
- And what does this have to do with me?
- It has to do that the Bornighans were hired to assassinate the Morgans.
And everything was clear. The Bornighans are another serial killers’ mafia, considered as our nemesis, we didn’t start a fight only because the government could discover about us and condemn us to life imprisonment. However, it was obvious that whenever they could and we could, we and the Bornighans killed each other. This happened when we had the luck of being hired to work together. Obviously there was the possibility to work as a team but we’re not pacifists and the fast the other was extinguished, the better.
We know everything about the Bornighan clan, just like they know everything about us. The only thing that both clans don’t know is that Jennifer Bornighan was a wonderful bedfellow and that I was definitely her best object of fun.
- And who declared the war? – I ask not very interested.
- They were depleted. In anyways, we know we have an advantage, this is only a precaution.
- Why don’t you want me around then?
- because I know you’ll want to kill more than you should.
- Which, talking about the Bornighans, is a good thing.
My dad doesn’t answer.
- The Bornighans are in an agreement with the Neggels from Germany. – He said tired. – And the Strudels made clear they are not interested by this fight. Nevertheless, the Connors are starting to feel tempted to go to their side. You know how they are; the best strategists and the Bornighans are offering the Galapagos Islands as a thank you.
- The Connors won’t betray us.
- How are you sure?
- Jared.
My dad gets silent. He knew me, Jared and Connan Louvre were good mates. He also knew our pact was strong.
- We are safeguarding ourselves, son. – He repeats. – We’re not as young as before and the Bornighans have the advantage of having more children than us.
- I don’t care about quantity. – I said, serious.
- benjamin. Just do as I say. – He said authoritatively and my impulsiveness of disobeying him was stronger, then nna’s image came to my mind. She was waiting for me in Dublin. – I’ll ask you to keep contact with Louvre and Connor. It’s important to keep them with us. Perkins swore fidelity and I’m about to wipe out Sulivan if he fails again.
I keep silent.
- Try not to show up to much. I doubt that Bornighan would lose the opportunity to kill you if he sees you unprepared and alone.
- It almost seems like you don’t know me.
- We’re not joking anymore, benjamin. This is worth our lives.
- And since when what we do is not worth our lives?
- Since whom we kill doesn’t know our tricks and disagreements. – It was enough to shut me up. – You’ll three months at least; it’s the time they’ll take to structure a plan against us. If you see one of them, don’t hesitate in killing them.
I nod.
- I’ll keep in touch to inform you about what happens. Warn me if something strange happens. – He says, sitting on the chair again. – You’re dismissed.
I get up and, without any more words, I get out of the office. Half way through my bedroom, I meet my mum.
- Where are you going?
- I don’t know.
- I suggest Greece or Indonesia. Avoid Latin America and Occidental Europe, particularly It and England. They’re their principal headquarters.
- I know. – I said roughly. She nods. – I’ll take some clothes and go home.
- See you soon.
I don’t answer. We were used to treat each other coldly. I go up the stairs and, when entering my room, I see Stacey sat on my bed, wearing a shirt of mine. I ignore her and take my open suitcase, going to my wardrobe, where I take some clothes.
- Who’s the bitch? – I hear her see. No answer. – benjamin!
- It’s not your business. – I said quickly.
- So there is a bitch... – she said nervous and I close my eyes. Damn pressure. – C’mon, tell me, . Who’s she? Where is she?
- Don’t talk as if I was yours.
- You’re mi...
- I’m not anyone’s. – I cut her sharply and I see her become furious, getting up and coming until me, taking my arm and turning me, looking into my eyes.
- You have already forgotten, isn’t it? You are mine, always been and always will. I’m sure you remember when we were 13, when...
- Shut up.
I saw her fury turn into irony.
- I knew you wouldn’t forget. You promised me on that night...
Flashback
- Promise me. – She said, hugging my thin body. We were looking at the starry sky, clear and dark. The full moon illuminating more than the weak lights that were there. We were lying on the grass, both naked, with a towel beneath us. – Promise me that even if I’m not being rich, we will stay together forever.
I look at her. My heart was still beating fast for the action we just had. It was our first time. And even if it wasn’t special, for us that moment was being it.
- I promise. – I said seriously, soon feeling her pouty lips against mine.
End of Flashback
- We were just 13. – I said loosely interested and going back to organising my suitcase. Sure that argument bothered me. I’m a man of fulfilled promises. That’s why I never promise anything. Despite that didn’t having any importance to me and still doesn’t, the fact that I promise still bothers me quite a lot.
- But you promised. And a promise is a promise, . – She seemed more affectionate now. – You know I love you.
- Don’t say bullshit.
- I’m not. – She said quickly. She held my arm again. – benjamin...
- Listen. – I cute her before having to listen to more cheesy nonsense. I look at her seriously. – That is past. We were kids and didn’t know the meaning of the word promise.
- I knew. You knew. You know you knew.
- No, I didn’t know. Stacey, we’re from different words. I don’t love you and never will.
- It’s not true.
- Think what you want, I couldn’t care less. – I said, closing my suitcase and going towards the door.
- I thought that...
- Then you thought wrong. – I cut her. – Get real. I suggest you start to take Sebastian seriously because he’s the only one who’s going to love you. – I close the bedroom’s door without any remorse at all.
I go to the ground floor and find my grandparents waiting for me.
- Well, I hope you enjoy your holidays. – My nun smiles, which it’s not returned by me. Nothing that she wasn’t used to.
- Don’t forget to talk with Connor and Louvre. – My granddad says serious. I nod and go outside the house, going towards the car that would take me to the airport.
- ! Long time, no see. – Connan opened his flat’s door to me. I get in and open a little smile, receiving a big hug. – How are you?
- Fine. You?
- Wonderful. I just came from a job. – He was going to the bar whilst I was sitting on the sofa. – It was shit, man, in China. You know how I find Chinese women horrible. Them and that way of talking, I hate Mandarin.
I don’t say anything, I just observe as he pours two glasses of whiskey and ice and comes at me, giving me one.
- I need to see new faces urgently, if you know what I mean. – He said maliciously and I opened a small smile. – But tell me, you didn’t come here to hear me talking about my mission.
- No.
- So?
I take a deep breath and drink a sip of whiskey.
- You must be aware of the on goings between us and the Bornighans. – I mentioned the argument and Cannon’s smile vanished in a serious expression.
- I know. Stay calm. We’re on your side. I had a talking with my parents and they are sure that our alliance is well sealed.
I nod.
- Connor seems to be loosening. – I say quickly and he widens his eyes.
- How?
- It seems that Victor really is trying to extinguish us. – I have another sip. Victor was Jennifer’s brother. He was worse than me when it came to cold heart and killing. He was capable of killing someone of his own clan if he was disturbed. – He offered Galapagos to Jared.
- Galapagos? – Cannon chokes. I nod. – What the fuck is this? They fought for years over those islands and now that the Bornighans got it, they offer it to the Connors?
- It seems so.
- Motherfuckers. Connor is not going to accept.
- How can you be sure?
- I met his last week. He was dead angry with that Bornighan girl that got involved in our last mission together. He said something about killing her.
- I need to be sure he isn’t going to waver.
I saw him nodding.
- I heard that you’re going on holiday. – The news were fast. – Where are you going?
I keep silent.
- Well, it seems that, somehow, it’s fashion now. My dad is apprehensive about Victor, you know, he doesn’t assure himself as the new leader. I can’t wait until I get his place. – He finished his whiskey with a sip. – He sent me on holiday as well.
- Where are you going?
- I was thinking about Dubai but then I remembered Victor has contacts there. I don’t want to be an easy target. I have a life ahead of me. – He smiles, leaning against the sofa.
- Connor has a new girl.
- He always does. But... – He crosses his hands and lean his elbows on his knees. – tell me. Michael Hunger was spreading that you wavered.
My seriousness went beyond limits. Michael Hunger was a dead man.
- No problems about that, man, you know that Jared and I do that all the time. – He understands my grudge and tries to redeem himself. – Where’s the girl?
- Dublin. – There was no reason to hide since he already knew.
- Dublin? Are you crazy? It’s one of the headquarters...
- I know. – I said quickly. – Michal lives in Dublin; I needed the ID.
He nods and laughs.
- The girl must be such a catch. – He looks at me in a funny way. – To make benjamin unable to have a hard-on, she should really be a big sin.
I don’t say a thing.
- So? Do you mind if I spend my holidays with you? – He says, getting up, taking my glass and taking to the bar.
- No.
- Wonderful. When are you going?
- After I talk to Jared.
- It won’t be long; he’s around here these days, sorting out the messes that he made. I think he left his actual women in Spain. I don’t give a week until he sends her to Australia.
I don’t say a thing. It would be good to keep the two of them close. Just like Victor and I, they were the successors of their clans; with them being with me I could know if they would switch sides or not.
Ten.
- He’s in Miami. – I hear Cannon’s voice next to me. – He’s in the Connor’s summer house. It seems that he decided to stay two days more there. How much do you bet that he met Penélope?
I open a small malicious smile. Penélope was a whore. An elite one. She rarely offered her services to someone with less than 11 digits on the bank account. Despite being a millionaire, Jared hadn’t yet gone past the 10 digits. She was a fascinating woman and worked re well. A complete service.
- She’s in love with him, that woman. – Cannon cleanes his sunglasses with a cloth. – That’s why she always agrees to work for him.
We never said rude words when relating to the woman that entertained us.
- He should know better how to spend his money.
- He doesn’t spend money on anything else except his sexual life. – Cannon smiles maliciously. – He’s always been like that.
- I know.
We knew too well. Jared was the first one of us to lose his virginity. When he was 9, he had sex with a girl in our school’s toilet. Obviously she was from high school. Let’s say that I, Connor and Jared don’t look our age and our beauty and maturity was beyond the guys of our age.
Some more hours and we were fin getting out in front of the Connor’s enormous summer house. We took our backpacks and follow to the front door. We have freedom to come around here whenever we wanted. That was one of the advantages of being good mates. Cannon opens the door and the first view we have is that of many naked woman walking around the house.
- Well, well, well... – He murmurs with a smile forming on his lips. I continue serious. – Let’s be honest, Jared is a son of a bitch but he knows how to please his mates.
I don’t say a thing. I close the door behind myself and look to both sides, where women with their slim bodies starred at me and my physic.
- Where’s Jared? – I ask to one of them and she points to the pool, holding my arm affectively. – Not now. – I murmur, letting myself go from her and going to where she indicated.
Non agreeable scene.
- Jared, stop what you’re doing and let’s go to your office. – I say roughly, getting his, and the two girls that were with him in the whirlpool, attention.
- ! I didn’t know you were back from Bora Bora! – He smiles excitedly. Obviously he doesn’t stop what he was doing. – Two minutes, I’m almost there, go ahead, go ahead.
It was disgusting. And typical of Jared. Without saying more, I went to the first floor, where it wasn’t so different. Women everywhere, of all colours and sizes.
- . – I hear a sensual voice behind me. I smile. – Long time no se...
I turned to the owner of the voice. Her red hair was still shiny, her beauty mark above her upper lip, her deep green eyes and her slim body. She was still the same, if not tanner than last time I saw her.
- Penélope. – I answer, standing with the backpack on my shoulders.
- I thought you had forgotten about me. – She says, faking grief. She was a few years older than me, which was even better because the years of experience made her better than the beginners.
- You know I didn’t.
- Hm... So, how about we bring some memories forth? – She smiles gallantly, holding my arm. – It seems that you’ve been working out.
I open a little smile.
- C’mon, I won’t charge you anything. You know you’re my favourite. – And she blinks smiling.
- I’m sorry, but I need to talk to Connor.
- Connor can wait.
- I know he cans. It’s me who can’t.
This didn’t seem to hurt her.
- Well then... I’m patient. – She says, going to a room. – You know where to find me. – And she blinks again.
Without wasting more time, I went towards Jared’s office. The seriousness came back to my face and to my mind. What was she doing now? Definitely anything but meeting another man. I can’t say the same about me. I wouldn’t pass Penélope.
- So! – Jared enters the room, closing the door behind him right after. He was wearing boxers and had a towel on his shoulders. I look at him serious. – I imagine you came here to talk about our alliance.
- You’re not dumb, Connor. – I say serious. – So... Galapagos?
He laughs and sits in a chair behind the desk.
- It’s a good reward, don’t you think?
- Yeah, it is. – I agree with him, honestly. Galapagos were one of the best islands and one of the few not inhabited by humans and used by the government.
We become silent.
- Well, it seems that you’re distrusting me. – He says playful.
- Not yet.
- Right.
More silence and he becomes to reduce his fake smile gradu.
- I’m going to be honest with you. – He now sits erect on his chair and leaned both hands on the table, getting closer. – I want this island. Australia is starting to be overcrowded.
- What do you think about Georgia and Cuba? – I say, seriously, and he raises an eyebrow.
- You love Georgia.
- So do you.
He opens a little smile and points at me.
- That’s what a call a mate! I’m happy with Georgia only. – He says more cheerful. The island of Georgia was the least guarded by the government and the fact that we are trillionaires help with the surveillance. Things were kept secret if something happened there. – But I want you to keep your agreement with the government.
- Done.
The smile on Jared’s face expanded.
- So. – He begins a conversation. – Hunger told me. – He laughs. One thing that Jared didn’t have was fear. He didn’t fear seeing me take off a gun and shoot his forehead. He wasn’t afraid to die; maybe that’s why his presence didn’t bother me. If he died, I would care because he wouldn’t care. The problem is that the argument he was about to touch was too delicate to me. – I want to see girl.
- You will. – I said, serious.
- You got me. – He said malicious. I stop moving the paper holder and I see the look that he gave me.
- That’s with her. – I say trying not to look interested. He laughs.
- You were never egoist. – He says funny. – I like that. What’s yours is ours.
- Not everything, Jared, not everything.
- Don’t think I’ll let her go, . Cannon told me before I came upstairs that he would go with you to Dublin.
- We’ll spend our holiday together.
- So you’re planning holidays and you don’t even invite me? What kind of mates are you?
- It’s not like I wanted this, Connor.
- I know you didn’t. You are a bastard son a bitch. – He says smiles. – I’m coming with you.
- Do as you want.
- But I’ll go to Spain first.
I get up, indicating that the argument was over.
- Are you going to spend the day here? – He asks as soon as I open the door.
- I am. – I answer before closing the door and going towards the door where Penélope went. I see her staring at the view; there were other women on the room but none of them interested me. She wasn’t much older, just two or three years more than me. However, her sex was definitely of one who practiced the ‘sport’ the whole life.
I see her move her attention from the view to me and open a slight, seductive smile, coming out of the porch and entering the room, closing the glass door behind her and drawing the curtains. She looks at the others girls.
- Just you. – I said serious.
She smiles and claps twice, making all the girls get up and pass by me with a certain sadness for not participating on what would come. I lock the door. I hated to be interrupted.
- Are you going to sleep here? – She lets her robe fall on the floor, showing her naked body.
- No. – I answer, taking off my own shirt.
- So it means it’ll have to be quick?
- Like it has always been. – I end the dialogue, sealing our lips together.
- How much time off did your daddies give you? – Jared wasn’t aware of the danger anymore. Not that I was the danger. Cannon was. He took the jokes too seriously.
- You shut your mouth or I’ll shut it for you and, believe me, it’s not going to be in the same ways your girls do.
I open a little smile. It was quite amusing to see where their conversation evolved to.
- So. Where are we going? – Jared said after a while, when we were sitting on his private jet. – I gave orders for them to take Jaqueline to Dublin.
- Jaqueline? – Cannon laughs. – Haven’t you seen a Jaqueline before?
- I’ve seen loads of Jaquelines, Louvre.
- Let’s go straight to Dublin. – I wasn’t willing to listen to Jared list all the women he’d been with until now. Since he was 9, he’d been with millions of women; I still get surprised to see that there are some women he hasn’t been with. He had no prejudice. And when I say there’s no, it’s because there’s none at all. From 8 year olds to transsexuals. Jared didn’t miss an opportunity. That’s why he was also in the porn industry. It’s obvious that only Cannon and I knew that.
- Let’s see if the lucky girl who wrapped up is re worthy. – Jared smiles excited. – I hope she’s good in bed. How old is she?
I look at him serious, showing that I wasn’t willing to talk about . His interest seemed to grow and that wasn’t comfortable.
- Hunger said it she was such a hot woman. – Cannon didn’t help a bit by saying that. I hear Jared’s laughter.
- I’ll know that later.
Canoon’s turn to laugh.
- I can't believe that you’re not even spare ’ girl.
- He made clear that he couldn’t care less.
I feel both their eyes upon me and I pretend I didn’t hear and to pay attention to the newspaper I read. I actu could care less; they just don’t need to know about that.
Three and a half hours later we were in car going towards the hotel where I left three days ago. My nostalgia was intense and the desire to have her was even bigger, however the fact that Jared and Cannon were there disturbed my plans too much. Jared was calling someone, probably to make so that Jaqueline was brought to where we were. Cannon was taking the chance to look at the women passing by.
We arrive at the hotel and are well received by the workers.
- So, how about you call the girl? – Jared hints, anxious.
- Let’s book a room first, Connor. – Cannon says, pulling him by the collar. – You’ll have too much time to test ’ girl.
I rolled my eyes and went to the lift.
- See you at dinner.
- Son of a bitch, he’ll soften the meat for me. – Jared says laughing and I don’t say a word. If I wasn’t so interested on what he offered to our work, I would have killed long ago. I got in the lift silent and that’s how I got out.
Without controlling my steps, they were quickly bringing me to the room where she was; they seemed like feet desperate to rest. When opening the door, I don’t see there.
She wasn’t there.
Neither were her suitcases.
There was nothing but a made bed and no sign that someone was staying there.
- Shit. – I murmur, running and forgetting about the lift, going down the stairs. 3 minutes and I was at the reception. Jared and Cannon looked at me serious and curious. – Where’s the lady that was hosted at the room 707?
- She closed the account two days ago, sir.
Then my body hair bristle and anger takes over me.
- Did she, by the way, receive a letter from a bank? – I say with my teeth clenched.
- One minute, sir. – The receptionist says, looking at the computer and typing something. – Yes, sir, she received the letter.
I close my eyes. I was going to kill her.
- Thank you. – I murmur hardly and followed to the hall with the two of them behind me.
- Did she escape? – Cannon asked amazed.
- That’s what it seems. – I say, furious.
- It’s a girl worth living. Courageous. – Jared laugh, playful.
I take my mobile from my pocket and called the bank where I opened her account. Some words and I knew exactly where she was.
- Where are you going? – I ask when I see them behind me.
- Do you really think I’ll miss watching you kill her? - Jared says, smiling with Cannon.
- Don’t joke with me, Louvre. – I say nervous and he raised his hands. I turned my back on him whilst I called a taxi.
According to the card use history, she shopped at supermarket and check in a small hotel in a forgotten part of Dublin. She joked with the wrong person. And she didn’t know who she was dealing with.
Twenty minutes and I go out of the taxi like a hurricane, making one of the two that followed me pay. I go in the place, that seemed cosy and an elder lady came to serve me.
- In what can I help you, darling? – She smiles amicably and I give her a cold look.
- I’m looking for Sarah Evans. – My tone was cold. The woman didn’t seem to differ the tone of the words and kept an amiable expression and a comprehensive voice.
- Sarah Evans?
- She checked in here two days ago. – I say quickly, whilst she looked for something on a filling cabinet. What the hell was this place that didn’t even have a computer?
- Oh yes, the little friendly girl. – She smiles at me. – Yes, yes. She’s in the room 404, you can...
- Just tell me where the room is. – I said harshly. The old lady fin realized my nervousness and, with fear, pointed to a side where there was a door leading to an open place, full of orange doors.
I rapidly went towards the place. There were loads of cars, what meant it wasn’t such an isolated place like I thought. Jared and Cannon were running behind me because I was walking the fastest I could. I take my gun out of my trousers and activate it, putting it back when I saw a family get out of one of the bedrooms. 399, 400, 401.
I knock strongly on a door with a huge number 402 stamped on it. I hear steps inside it. I look to the side and see a couple looking scared at me.
- It’s better if you get out. – I murmur roughly, making the walk away from me quick. Jared laughs again and Cannon only observed everything playfully. I hear the door being unlocked and I nimbly pushed it and took out my gun.
I see scared, her eyes widened, looking at me.
- ...
- WHY DID YOU GET OUT OF THE DAMN HOTEL? – I shout, sticking the gun on her forehead, which got even more scared with me. She looks at the two behind me. I was impatient; with my free hand, I grabbed her chin harshly and turn her to me. – ANSWER ME!
- I-I... – She tries to say but she doesn’t manage to.
- C’MON! – The gun was so tight against her skin that I know when I would take it out, it would leave a mark. I see her try to calm herself and open her mouth, but I was too nervous. I hit her face with the gun and then I see her lips bleeding. – You have one minute. – I say, nearly shacking out of fury.
I hear Cannon’s voice murmur something like “what a waste”.
- Shut up. – I say roughly to him, which doesn’t say anything more. – Ten... – I begin to count and closes her eyes. – WHY DON’T YOU SPEAK?
She doesn’t say a thing. It seemed that she wanted me to shoot. She was just waiting for me to press the trigger and I was almost doing it. I was surprised because the gun didn’t fire yet, since, with my nervousness, half of the trigger was being pressed.
- Do you want to die? – I ask, with a lower voice now. She opens her eyes.
- You know I don’t care.
I press my lips together. I hated that on her. I hated to know that she didn’t depend on me as I was being dependant on her.
- Answer me. – I say, maintaining my sanity.
- A man came looking for me. In the hotel. – She says looking to the floor. – I-I didn’t know who he was. And... And he showed a picture of me to the maid.
I lowered the gun. What the hell was she talking about?
- I-I didn’t know what to do! I had never seen him in my life and... The first think I thought was to get out of there. You told me not to call you, I was afraid to leave a letter and the man read it and come after me. – She was nearly bursting in tears.
Now I was mad.
- How was he?
- Tall, brown haired... With a shaven beard...
- Victor. – I hear Jared’s voice. I knew it.
- Shit. – I murmur, punching the wall next to me.
- I said you were crazy to come to Dublin. – Cannon whispered.
- Shut up. – I say looking to , which was still on the floor with blood dripping from her lips, the cut was probably internal; there was only a small cut extern but the blood was in a big quantity. – Call Hunger. – I say serious and I see Jared take his mobile from his pocket. I take by her arm and with a tug, I raise her, taking her to the bathroom. I close the door behind me.
I sit her on the sink and look for something to stanch the blood that wouldn’t stop flowing. I find a small white kit with a red cross stamped on it. I open it and I find a gauze roll and some more medicines. I moisten a piece of gauze and hold her chin, now delicately. I could see the redness around the place I had grabbed; it must be sore.
- I’m sorry. – I say quietly when my eyes were on her bruise. – I was out of my mind.
I then see her hold my face with both hands, making me look at her. A smile is forced on her bruised lips and she seals them with mine, making me feel the sweet taste of her blood. When I decide do deepen the kiss, she shivers, getting away from me.
- Burns. – She murmurs, touching the bruise.
- I’m sorry. – I repeat, putting gauze on the cut’s area.
- He doesn’t answer. – Jared murmurs as soon as we got out of the toilet. I look at him serious.
- Let’s go there.
- Are you going to kill him?
- If he’s alive, yes, I’ll kill him. – I say calmly.
- Go ahead, I need to go to hotel and get Jaqueline. – Jared say whilst we walked to the front of the hotel. Me with ’s suitcases and Cannon helping me. – By the way. – He stops in front of . – Nice to meet you, Jared Connor.
She shakes her head as a greeting.
- We’ll have a chance to know each other better. – He says malicious and I feel her squeeze my hand.
- Jared. – I say serious and he looks at me playfully.
- We’ll see each other at the airport. Give me her suitcase. – Cannon says putting the ones he held inside another taxi. – See if you can haze Hunger too much, I’m about to shot that huge head of his since the last time I went there. I’m sure he told Boswell about Catherine.
I don’t say anything and just pass him the suitcases I was carrying. I then pay for ’s expenses at the hotel and we take the car we had rented.
- You said you had no friends. – She says after a time being quiet.
- I don’t have any.
- Those two are your friends.
I don’t answer.
- Who’s Catherine? – And suddenly decided to make all the questions that were in her head.
- She was like you for me.
- And what am I to you? – She asks some time later. I look at her serious.
- Nothing. – I change subject.
Twenty minutes and we were following the same way we had some days later. was next to me, always looking to the sides.
- Don’t show that you’re being followed. – I murmur quietly and she tries, in vain, to look calm.
When we got to the door of the place where Hunger lived, I see the door nearly open. I take out the gun that was in my waist and activate it again, now with a real intention of using it. , seeing it, maintains herself behind me, always looking behind and above.
Silently, we get in the house, that was dark and as soon as we got to the room we’ve been the last time, a trail of blood was spread on the floor.
holds back a scream, putting both hands on the mouth and I quickly go to the owner of all that sea of blood.
Michael was dead.
The eyes were glazy and the mouth open, the body was stretched on the floor and a hole on his forehead. Without doubt it was Victor’s service. A straight shot, it could only be here.
I look around and look for the archives where ’s fake identity was and, when I find the folder, despair goes through my body. Empty. I look around again. I don’t even find a copy of her ID. I was screwed. Victor knew about Sarah Evans, he just didn’t know about . My comfort lasted for thousandths of seconds, only, when I fin realized Hunger’s computer wasn’t there.
- Shit. – I murmur, livid with rage. I look at , which still looked horrified to Michael. – Let’s go. – I grab her hand and pull her, running away from there. I left the rented car on the company, paying more than I should and leaving there the fastest possible. – Jared. Airport. Now. – I say inside the taxi, which for my orders and three notes of 100 euro, ran the fastest it could. – He’s out of table. – I say rapidly and I feel him hesitate but soon hang off the phone.
- Where are we going? – asks whilst we ran to the boarding aerea.
- I don’t know. – I murmur, meeting Cannon.
- Where? – He asks. Jared had probably called him.
I look to the flight’s panel, looking for a place in the world where Victor wouldn’t find us. At least until we planned something against him.
- Indonesia. – I say when I saw the name of the place show up in the panel. It was the best place to hide and half of the thousands of islands were mine. It would be easy to go to one of the islands of West Papua, where there were people to greet me. – Where’s Jared?
- Talking to the pilot. – Cannon hangs up the mobile. Connor waits to be near us to ask. - What did Bornighan find out?
- He probably has a list of everyone we asked Hunger to take out of our way. – I explain, running with next to me and Jaqueline with Jared, we were going to where his jet was parked. It was obvious that we would take the public place. It would take about two hours more to get there. – He took the computer.
- Son of a bitch. – Connor said nervous. – , I need...
- I know. – I interrupted him. He needed to take those girls out of Australia on that same moment. – I’ll call the ambassador of Georgia.
He smiles thankfully.
- After talking to the Indonesian one. – I end the conversation, taking my phone out.
I was tired. knew it. She kept silent during the whole flight whilst I wouldn’t stop talking on the phone with the whole world. Obviously I told my dad about Hunger and didn’t comment about . He agreed with my decision and said he would call an immediate meeting with the allies. A war was about to start and I was thanking God that I was far from it. At least for a while.
My home’s bed was exception soft on that moment. I didn’t have the slightest idea where the others were, I just knew that was taking her clothes off in front of me and that the door was locked.
- Did you miss me? – She asks crawling towards me, giving me small kisses on my face and neck.
- Not as much as you did.
- Did you sleep with someone there?
- I did.
She stops what she was doing and looks at me serious.
- We’re not a couple. – I say, serious.
- I’ll remember that. – She says kissing me again. I sigh impatient. Damn.
Bit by bit, I being to relax and feel the pleasure surfacing as she distributed kisses on me. She takes my clothes off and wraps her lips around me, making me open a smile and close my eyes, enjoying the massage.
- C’mon... – I say sensually. – You can do it better. – I look below and see her open a little malicious smile, whilst she massaged my base and caressed the rest. Gradu, she increases the speed. – Like that...
I didn’t hesitate to cum in her mouth and she didn’t even think about stopping. She was exceeding my expectations. I sit down and pull her towards me, pressing our lips together and feeling my taste on our mouths. I stay on top of her and my hurry was enormous. I stop kissing her and begin to observe her with a smile. She blushes when she noticed I would stop staring. I touch her breasts, massaging them. She then closes her eyes, separates her lips, that were shut until now, and releases a deep sigh.
I missed that. That body. That perfume.
I slowly went down, passing my lips and tongue through every part of her body, leaving her doped with lust. I was erect again and I didn’t wait for her to realize I was going to fit in; I penetrated her quickly and kissed her so that she would moan as loud as she would have done. I thrust hard and could feel her nails nearly pull off the skin from my back.
She moaned loudly and I did too. That was awesome. It didn’t seem to end and I liked that. Each time harder and harder; she shouted for more and I gave it to her. I don’t know how the bed didn’t break with all that brutality. We came to jump. If someone was listening, was able to feel the orgasm emerging in us. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and she pulled me against her, each time harder.
- ... – She fin moans, indicating she was arriving at her peak. I speed it up, making her almost yell in pleasure and we fin cum together, making me fall on top of her, our hearts beating fast and our breaths out of pace.
I feel her hand caress my head and her lips on my forehead.
- I missed you. – She admits after we could no longer hear the air coming in and out of our mouths and I was already lying next to her, staring at the ceiling. I turned my head to look at her and found her staring at me with her eyes shining. Her hand goes up to my face, caressing it.
- Well, you should know that... – I whisper, pulling her towards me. – I missed you too. – I say nearly inaudibly, seeing a smile emerge on her lips and then she kissed me with a feeling that, until a while ago, I thought I’d never feel. Love.
Eleven.
- That fucking wretch. – Jared says as soon as I showed up at the kitchen to get something for me and to eat. There were no house workers to cook for us in the house; there was only a maid that came four times a week.
- What happened?
- Bornighan sent a gift to Jared’s girls in Australia. – Cannon says serious. I look at Jared, which shouted on the phone outside the house.
- Survivors?
- None.
We stand in silence; a silence that is only extinguished when Jared enters the kitchen, his face is red.
- He’s running after all the people we left alive and killing all of them. – He says trying to keep calm. – It seems that that Hunger son of a bitch kept, in some way, a secret archive, hidden from us, about who hired us and Bornighan is killing them and spreading around the world that it’s at our service.
I keep my serious expression, different from Cannon, which gets up abruptly.
- Our parents...
- They know. – Jared interrupts him. – They told us to eliminate every personal electronic object we have. We’ll have to communicate by public places and stay here. Neggel has a new tracking satellite and it seems he will debut it this week, still, to find us. We’re Victor’s main target. Sulivan finally said the truth.
- They’re easy. – I say serious. – We’ll extinguish them, there’s nothing to worry in relation to them.
- Anyway, Bornighan has an advantage; it seems that he found another clan in Japan and Russia. The guys are expert in infiltration. We have already activated all our resources but it seems our technology is not good enough for them.
- What will you do? – Cannon looks at me.
- Let’s wait until they attack. – I say calm. – They’ll have to do it sooner or later. Just command the security measures to be reinforced; Borninghan seems to be ten steps ahead of us. I’ll make a call. – I get out of the kitchen quickly and go to the garden.
There was no danger in walking freely around the island where we were. The surveillance was 24/7 and the government was keeping an eye on anything that happened. I dial a number and soon I hear the phone ring.
- I though you wouldn’t call me, .
- That’s what I planned. However, it seems that your cousin decided to mess up my life a bit more, Bornighan. – I say even more malicious than her.
- Where are you?
- I’ll be there in a day, like last time. I hope you greet me well and without unpleasant surprises.
- You know I don’t backstab, . I like to make people know they’re dying. - I open a little smile.
- See you tomorrow then. – I say quickly and hang up. I wasn’t afraid to go to the den of wolves, my fear was them coming to me with with me. My fear. I never thought I’d feel that. I go quickly back to the kitchen and prepare a tray. – I’ll go to Lisbon tomorrow, I’ll come back the next day.
- I can't believe you’re going after her. – Cannon opens his mouth; Jared only looks at me serious. – I don’t think she’ll betray Victor.
- I’ll see what I can do. – I murmur.
- You better make those two survive, . I have no hope on the others. – Jared says spiteful. He was referring to Jacqueline and . – I know the newcomer is important to you. Just keep in mind that we’re the main target now, it’s not good for them to be seen with us. Victor is not dumb and is graduated in medicine, remember? Not even the best plastic surgery would fool him.
I don’t say a thing and go upstairs, going towards my room, where still slept peacefully. I put the tray on top of an armchair and sit on the bed, caressing her face’s soft skin. It was still swollen and the cut on her lip was still red, but she was still charming.
I press my lips against hers softly, waking her up and making her kiss me back.
- Good morning. – She murmurs, sleepy and sly, I smile and kiss her one more time, before getting up and packing a small suitcase. – Where are you going?
- I need to solve a problem in Lisbon. – I say quickly.
- But we just arrived.
- Connor and Louvre will stay with you. – I say, comforting her, what made her calm down.
- When are you going?
- Tonight.
- And you’ll be back...?
- The next day.
She says no more. I finish packing the small suitcase, making it literally small, so that I’ll have no choice but come back here when there are no more clothes. Every time I meet Jenniffer Bornighan I get beyond desperate. But this time I had a motivation to come back. I look behind me and see sat on the bad with the blanket covering her naked body until below her breasts, she was holding it with one hand and fixing her slightly messy hair with the other hand. A beautiful view. She catches me staring at her and gives a small awkward laugh. I smile and leave my suitcase where it was and go towards our bed, staying on top of her and making her lay down again. Her hands go towards my face and she caresses it softly; I lean my face so that I can kiss her palm and look at her again. She kept a calm, comforting smile.
- What will I do on these two days without you?
- You can do loads of thing, it’s safe here, and there are Louvre, Connor and Louvre’s girl to keep you company. And don’t accept any green or blue drink for Jared whatsoever.
I hear a delicate laugh.
- Is he going to poison me?
I smile.
- He’ll make you fall head over heels for him.
Her smile decreases.
- Hm.
I touch her lips with mine and she deepens our kiss, so I could not stand more and left my weight fall upon her slowly, what didn’t seem to bother her since she was pulling me closer.
- Stop having sex because I’m coming in, unless you want me to film it and put it on my website. – We hear Jared’s, in the moment, annoying voice loudly. – Hm. really doesn’t waste time. – And he laughs. blushes and covers herself even more with the blanket. – Don’t worry mon’ange, I saw more naked female bodies that you, surely. – And he laughs again. – , stop thinking you’re on holiday and come to the living room. We need to have a talk regarding Georgia, now that I don’t have a reason to use it anymore. – He seemed more sullen. – I’m waiting. – He leaves the room, closing the door.
I sigh, tired. I hated that about Jared. He was inopportune. He had always been. I get off , which looks at me disappointed.
-Go have a shower. – I take the intact tray. – Do you want to eat something?
She shakes her head. I turn around and go to the get out through the door, going to the first floor.
- What happened? – I say serious, leaving the tray on a coffee table. Jared and Cannon were sitting down with a serious expression.
- Victor invaded the Perkins’ vigilance system. – Cannon says and my expression transformed into a frown.
The Perkins was one of the clans that had to choose sides. They didn’t have a say on any decisions and did all we tell them do. They were a bunch of rioters that liked to kill. They were only there to see blood; some kind of controlled psychopaths. However, their vigilance system was always been the best. Even better than the Bornighan’s one. To have the system invaded by them meant that the enemy was strong and we needed to act.
- You better gain something with Jenniffer. She one of the few hopes that we have.
I keep silent. Things weren’t very good for us; and I didn’t see any reason for them to get better in the moment. We heard steps and looked to the stairs, where Jaqueline and were coming down, talking to each other. They look curious at us.
- I think I need to bring a girl here. I look like a lonely wolf. – Cannon laughs, standing up. – I’ll see if Summer is still alive and I’ll bring her here.
One thing we could be sure of is that Cannon couldn’t stand being the third wheel. He didn’t mind if me or Jared were alone, we didn’t mind ourselves, but the idea that we had someone to have sex at night and him being alone just drinking wine in front of a fireplace wasn’t really comforting to him. Summer was one of the million girls he saved just to have sex but ended up falling for her. He wasn’t like Jared. Despite Jared being a scoundrel, he still had compassion. He kept his victims alive and safe. Cannon was a bit different. Let’s say that Summer and Catherine were the only girls that Cannon left alive.
- You better run, my friend. – Jared says smiles. I feel ’s surprised look. It was the first time that se heard one of us referring to another as friend. I close my eyes impatient. Surely she would be affirming that I did have friends later. I had them. I just don’t like people, except us three, to know it.
- Well. – Cannon sighs. – I’ll pack a little suitcase. She must be in Russia. I’ll get a lift and board Benjamin’s flight and then get down on the airport since this damn island doesn’t have one.
- Shut up. – I say, serious. The damn island was mine.
Louvre laughs.
- So it’s going to be just me and the ladies on the next two days? – It wasn’t possible to not understand Jared’s excitement when saying this. I look at him serious. – It’ll be fun.
Jacqueline laughs and just opens a small smile.
- Let’s have lunch. – I say, standing up quickly and going towards , putting a hand on her waist and leading her to the door. – Lock the door when you go to sleep.
- I don’t think that a locked door will keep Jared from doing what he wants. – She answers quietly, preventing the two that were behind us from hearing. We hear Jared shout out to Cannon about us going out to have lunch and then quick steps through the stairs. I look at her seriously and nervous. Wasn’t she caring about having sex with Jared?
- ...
- We’re not a couple. – She repeats what I had said on the night before. Fair enough. However, something on that sentence disturbed something inside of me. I was going to do the same thing, but with Jenniffer, our enemy. What was the damn problem about her having sex with my mate?
I don’t say anything else. We get on the car and kept silent during the way to the small village that was on the island.
We didn’t have to pay anything. I liked that island and liked to spend my time alone, relaxing, away from everything. Moreover, the island wasn’t on the map and only I had information about it, not even my family knew, that’s why it was the most safe regarding the Bornighans. I paid for all the supplies with my money; there were no more than 1.000 people on the island and they all worked for me.
- Good afternoon, Mr . – A lady says tenderly. They were all grateful; undoubtedly, their lives got better since they started to receive food and supplies for free every month. I shake my head in a greeting.
- They’re very receptive, those natives. – Cannon says with his hands on his pockets, looking to the side where everyone diverted their attention to us and kind of bowed at us. Talking with the place’s owner, I found out that they studied the Asian education, where bowing to your superior was necessary.
We sit on a wood table, something rustic. It doesn’t take long until we are served hot homemade food.
- Don’t they have salad? – I heard Jacqueline say. Great. We’re with a cocky girl. Why did Jared like the complicated ones?
Jared, with his habit of treating his girls like queens, asks the native, which quickly runs to the kitchen, bringing a plate with green salads and some other side dishes.
- Cannon, I’ll give you a list of things to bring us. – Jared says with a smile.
I look to , which was eating slowly and silently. She seems to observe the place.
- What? – I ask quietly, whilst the other two were arguing over Cannon being a drudge and Jared his master. She deviates her surprised stare to me.
- Hm, nothing. It’s a beautiful place.
I don’t say a thing. There was some hesitation in the air.
- Ask. – I say serious and she looks at me again.
- Have you ever saved another? Like me?
I stay silent. It was a purposely question. She was testing me; I knew it. I give a little mocking laugh and take a sip of my beer.
- No, you’re the first one.
- That means I might not be the last.
- Exactly.
She nods, her expression showing blatantly her discomfort, and continues eating. I touch her hair, playing with it a bit.
- ... – She was moaning, letting me know that she was near her orgasm, and I thrust quickly, moaning with her. A bit more and I was falling on top of her little gasping body.
As we got back from the restaurant, Cannon went to his room to book a flight and to get us three new mobiles. Jared went for a walk with Jacqueline, since she wanted to walk a bit and and I went to have sex, since, in a few hours, I was going away for two days. It was already the third time and tiredness seemed far away.
I could hear her heart beating fast and her chest going up and down quickly. We were sweating.
- I don’t want you to go. – She says.
- I don’t want to go. – I admit. I just realized that I get more sensitive after sex and that I said everything I didn’t want to say but we – me and her – wanted to hear. I feel her thin arms wrap around me and push me against her. I was the protected one his time. She deposits a kiss on my head.
- More... – She whispers in my ear making me smile and go back to the position I was few minutes ago.
- Mr . We’re in Lisbon. – I hear the airhostess’ forced voice. She wasn’t really an airhostess, just one of Jared’s father’s mistresses. I nod and murmur a ‘thank you’, standing up and taking my suitcase.
I get down at the Lisbon airport and take a taxi, going straight to the same hotel I always stayed on since the first time I came wanting to kill Jenniffer Bornighan. This was the favourite town of the youngest member of the enemy family. She was always the bait, of course, she was an indispensable woman. As soon as I saw her, I knew we were going to be more than enemies. And on the same way I didn’t kill her when I had the opportunity; she didn’t kill me when she had the opportunity. We were even.
The hotel wasn’t very luxurious. It was just a 3-star hotel. A small room and the desire to go back to Indonesia and spend the rest of the night doing what I did the whole afternoon with .
I lay on my bed sighing and staring at the ceiling. I had received some phone calls from my dad during the flight. He definitely didn’t know about Jenniffer. He informed me about the vigilance situation. The first to be attacked he doubted it would be the Yuckmans. The Yuckmans were our allies since my great-granddad generation. It was impossible to dissolve the alliance. They were great strategists and to kill them first would be a big start. Without strategy, the plan wouldn’t evolute. Anyway, they were dispersed around the world and to kill the whole clan, Bornighan would have too much work.
I close my eyes, falling asleep. I don’t dream. I have yet to see a day where I dream. Never, in any moment of my life, I had dreamt. Serial killers avoided dreaming. If it happened, the people we kill would come back on our dreams to torment us; it would be a terrible mental disturb, just like it happened to my aunt Virginia, which is hospitalized in a house for mad people.
- I came to see miss Orben. – I say at the reception of a huge apartment.
- Who wants to? – The man says roughly. I raise an eyebrow. So he was a lover? What decadence, Jenniffer.
- She awaits me; she’ll know who I am. – I say with a superior tone. The man then looks furious at me and takes the intercom, putting it on his ear. It was a luxurious apartment, full of widowed women that said to be single and born rich. They look eagerly at me and I kept my hands on my jeans’ pockets, moving the blazer slightly to the side.
- Fifteenth floor...
- I know. Thank you. – I say, giving my back to the only person on that place that wanted to see me dead, not naked on the bed.
I take the lift with about six women. I smile maliciously at all of them, which smile back. It was obvious that they got in the lift purposely since the only pressed button was the one of the floor I would stop in. As the lift beeps, indicating it had arrived, I get away from the six women and whisper “ladies”, making them smile even more. With a nod, I get out, going to the door number 152. I ring the bell and it takes a while to be answered. She did it on purpose because she knew I hated delays. Around five minutes after, I hear the door being unlocked and opened, giving place to a woman which height was up to my shoulder and that owned a body full of curves.
- . – She says in her velvet voice and gives me space, making me enter the place. Nothing changed. I feel her hands through my abdomen. There’s a small laugh. – You never lose shape.
- I do what I can. – I whisper playfully. I turn to her. – And you put more breast implants.
- Hm. – She raises an eyebrow. – I know it’s too fake to look normal.
- Nothing on you looks normal. – I say closer to her, making her open a smile.
- Did you miss me? – She touches my lips with hers.
- No.
- Yes, you didn’t. – She says ironically. Just because she misses me, she thinks that I missed her too. – So, let’s jump this boring part and go straight to the amusing one. – She wraps one leg around my waist, pushing a little and jumping on me, sticking our lips together.
- I think we better consider the boring bit. – I loosen my grip, delivering her back to the ground. – You deserve a bit of suffering.
- And may I know the reason? – She seems nervous.
- That receptionist seemed disturbed to see you receive a man in your house.
Laughter.
- He’s only an entertainment. I had problems with certain residences here and I needed an accomplice.
I don’t answer and go straight to a sofa, sitting down.
- Won't you serve me? – I ask playfully. She smiles maliciously at me.
- I already served. – She gets dangerously close.
- You got me.
She laughs and go to the bar, pouring us a drink.
- So my brother decided to get out of his burrow and do something worthy.
- If killing everyone you see means ‘something worthy’ to you, then yes, he decided to do that.
- You seem very nervous about that.
- Obviously.
- And what is the reason for you to come see me?
- It’s not because of the sex. – I smile, victorious, to see her smile disappearing.
- I imagined that. – She basically threw the glass with the drink at me. I laugh out of debauch. – Go on. Say it.
- You know what I want. Until now I kept patient with your brother. I left him kill all of Connor’s girl and invade the Perkins’ security system. But now he wants to kill the Yuckmans and that’s too much.
- I haven’t got control over my brother. – She sits on an armchair, serious. – You know I don't work with him.
- It’ll come a time when he’ll need your help. – I say, serious.
- Like you need now. – She smiles amused.
- I don't need your help. – I say roughly. – You’re just an option. If I needed, I guarantee I wouldn’t be patient and I wouldn’t give you the opportunity to choose if you want to help or not.
She becomes serious when she heard my answer. I knew she wanted me at her feet, but she would have to do much more than that.
- What do I get from that?
- What do you want?
- You.
I laugh.
- Don’t be ridiculous.
- Don’t be foolish.
Since last time we met, Jenniffer admitted she felt something for me. Our situation was something like Romeo and Juliet; however I was nothing like Romeo. I wouldn’t die for her and I wouldn’t start a war for that woman.
- If you’re not going to be mine, there’s no deal.
- I’m not an object.
- Oh, you are. – She smiles malicious.
I stay silent. I knew I was. Her object. Like she was mine.
- How about Madagascar?
- You’re not that dumb, .
- You know I don't lose, Bornighan. If you want to see your brother alive and yourself alive, you better accept.
- I’m not afraid of what you say you’d do, . Come strong. I guarantee I’m not going to be an easy target.
- I know. But I guarantee you’ll be a dead target.
Let’s say that the tension there was about to explode like a bomb. She was keeping her fake smile stamped on her face whilst I didn’t hesitate in showing my seriousness about the situation. There’s a sigh.
- I want the Forbidden Island of Central America.
- I said Madagascar, not the Forbidden Island. – That was an island no one would ever put their hands on, except me. It was my island, where I deposit all my valuables. There was a bank, clandestine, of course, where I deposited all my money and it made sure I could the money anywhere in the world.
- , I thought you were more malleable.
- I thought you were cleverer.
- Aught.
- I haven’t got much time.
- Where are you now?
I laugh. She knew I wouldn’t answer.
- Victor is dying to get your new girlfriend. – I hear her say whilst she went back to the bar. My frown returned. – Oh, so there really is a girlfriend.
- I haven’t got a girlfriend.
- What is then?
Shit.
- An ended affair. – I say coldly.
There’s a laugh.
- , , have you been that loving?
- careful with what you say, Bornighan.
- You be careful with what you decide, . – She turns around, facing me, with a dangerous expression. – I know exactly how that is. And I know exactly how to get to her.
I don't say a word.
- It seems that you’re against the wall now. – She gets closer, sitting on my lap, facing me. – You better make the right decision, if you want her alive.
- She doesn’t matter to me.
- I know she doesn’t. My brother knows too, but you know us, we are passionate about killing everyone that relate to the and their allies. She’s Victor’s favourite target and he’s crazy after her around the world.
My fury grows bigger and bigger.
- Oh-oh! So you didn’t know it? – She laughs again. – Victor knows your girlfriend, . Oh, he knows. Didn’t she tell you? He’s crazy about her, . And he’s livid with anger because you’re with her.
- She’s not with me.
- Yes, you fool me. – She says ironically. – The world knows she’s with you. Sarah Evans is not so important like the deceased , but don't get deceived, . That Hunger was of great utility for us.
I grab her neck strongly. I wanted to strangle her.
- Kill me and you wouldn’t know how is Victor. – She says weakly but confident. She really wasn’t afraid to die.
I release her and throw her on the floor. That got out of my control.
- Tell your brother. – I say, standing up and going towards the door. – That doesn’t want to see him. And if he really has an interest on her, he should forget her.
- You know he won't do that. And think about it: - I hear her voice getting closer. – if he loves her, - I make a fist when hearing the last three words. – you’ll be lucky. He won't kill her. No... Victor won't do that. He’s dying to have her back.
I look at her, serious.
- If you think he started this out of nothing because of the money we didn’t receive, you’re wrong. – She says, serious. – We don't care about the money, we have it. You know how it is, the Simons’ lawyer guaranteed that we would be paid otherwise his entire family would end up in a grave. Victor started this war because you touched his weakness. . – She sings ’s name and pushes me against the wall. – I don't know what is so special about his girl that you all fall in love with her. – She gets closer making me notice the smell of gin coming from her lips. – But it would be better if she was dead. – I feel her hands unbuttoning my jeans. – If you’re afraid someone will kill her, - my trousers fall quickly and I feel her hands now on my abdomen and chest. – fear me. – She finished, taking off my shirt and leaning her lips on mine.
I was corroding out of anger. I get rid of my pants and pick her up, making her wrap her legs around my waist. I turn around, pushing her against the wall. Her hands don’t know where to stop and run through every bit of my body she could reach. With her feet, she takes off my underwear and I throw the robe she was wearing to cover her naked body on the ground. I penetrate her quickly and with much more strength than I imagine having, making her scream in pain. I don’t stop, au contraire, I want to see her beg me to stop, which doesn’t happen since wild sex was Jenniffer’s favourite. And I literally couldn’t stop. She reaches orgasm way earlier than me and seems to suffer a bit with my hard thrusts since she had already cum.
We couldn’t stop gasping. I put my clothes on and see her lying on the carpet.
- If you want to take care of your girlfriend... – She says breathless. – You better run. Victor is going to Indonesia.
Son of a bitch.
Twelve.
Damn time in which we decided to get rid of all our electronics. My nervousness and my anxiety were beyond my sanity line and made me lose control. I ran to the hotel I were, were I closed the account and ran as fast as I could to get to the airport. Run is a way of saying, I didn't go with my feet but with the car.
And the world seemed to be against me on that moment, the next flight for Indonesia was only in eight hours. Eight damn hours. I ran to the private plane’s area and asked if Connor’s one was still there. It wasn’t. Hell. I sat, exhausted, on one of the chairs that were there and started to think. It wasn’t that hard to get to Indonesia. gets all he wants on the moment he wants it. I stand up and go to the nearest public telephone I saw. A helicopter was coming to take me to Madrid’s airport, where they located my plane. I need to make they provide me with a jet in Lisbon. Or so that the airlines give more attention to the Indonesian’s islands.
I sigh, relieved, when I got into my plane, where the airhostesses treated me like a king. I needed to relax. Really relax. I ask them to give me privacy to try to rest. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. A storm was coming. Followed by thunders and hurricanes. And I don’t mean a storm of rain and wind. I mean a war. The world was entering the Third World War and didn't know why. It wasn’t necessary know much, only be conscientious that one needed to be intelligent and clever enough to keep alive. Too many innocent people would die. And I’m not willing to die to save their lives, I already have a life to worry about and, for someone who never care about anyone but himself, it was already too much.
I managed to sleep for about four hours, when they gently woke me up telling me that we had landed. I got up fervently and went outside the plane, where a helicopter was waiting to take me to the island where we were.
- Is Louvre back already? – I asked the pilot, which was paying attention to the dashboard.
- No, sir.
- Anyone suspect?
- No, sir.
I don't ask anything more. I look outside; it was already dark and was extremely dangerous to fly with a helicopter at this time of the night. However, the pilots hired by my family received a special treatment. They needed to know how to pilot in any situation. Even if they had to pass by a hell of a storm, they had to carry us safely until our destination. Exactly because of that, we didn't take longer than half an hour to be landing in the small island’s heliport. The jeep was already there to take me home. Fifteen more minutes and I was entering the house running, scaring the maid.
- Mr. !
- Where are the guests? – I ask roughly.
- They went out. – She says in her extremely strange accent.
- Went where? – I ask nervous. She jumps a bit, scared and says:
- The man said to go to the stones.
Jared son of a bitch.
Since I brought Connor there for the first time three years ago with his trillionth girlfriend, he found the perfect place to have sex with her and with other girls he would then have sex with. It was by the sea, a place full of huge stones forming a bed, comfortable enough to lie in and roll on. I take the jeep myself and go towards the place. Not surprised, I soon see walking back home. She looks at me surprised.
- What are you doing here?
- I ask you the same. – I say coldly. She becomes serious as she hears my tone of voice. – Where’s Jared?
- With Jacqueline.
- Really? – I say ironically. She frowns. – Get in the car.
- I can go home walking, I want to take a shower...
- Get in the car. – I repeat, interrupting her. She looks at me with a serious expression.
- I don’t want to.
- I don’t want to play, . Do as I say. – I say, exhausted. I was really exhausted and that didn't go unnoticed by ’ eyes.
- You said there was no danger in walking freely around here.
- There was none. Now there is. C’mon.
Without complaining, she walks around the car and comes in, sitting on the passenger sit and keeping quiet. I speed up, going towards the stone, where I see the car that Jared was using. I honk loudly and after 10 minutes, the porn couple appears wrapped on some sheets.
- What the hell are you doing here? – Jared asks, coming besides my car.
- I need to talk to you, let’s go home.
- What? Now?
- You can have sex with her later, c’mon, it’s urgent.
Jared snorts and goes to his jeep with Jacqueline, I turn back and go back to the street, speeding up to go home.
- Did something happen? – looked at me curious.
- I want to have a chat with you later. – I say serious. I see her gulp. We don’t say anything more until we get home, where we got out of the car and didn't even face each other. She went straight to the bedroom and I to the office, where Jared comes minutes later.
- What’s happening? Where’s Louvre? – He sits on a chair.
- Victor’s after . – I ignore his questions and keep standing up, looking at him serious. He laughs.
- We know that, he’s after all the...
- No. – I interrupt him. – He only wants .
Connor straightens himself.
- Explain it.
- Jenniffer said he’s in love with her. – I say serious.
- What? – He seems to be amused by the news; I roll my eyes. – Wait. Bornighan is doing all this because he loves ?
I keep quiet, so that I confirm what he had understood. I hear his loud laugh and raise an eyebrown.
- What’s amusing? – I ask roughly.
- ! Can’t you see it? – He gets up quickly. – We have gold on our hands! Whilst we have , Bornighan won’t dare to kill us!
- And since when did you start caring about living?
- Well, let’s say I never wanted to die. – He sits down again. – Listen , we have the key piece. All we have to do is an agreement with Bornighan and it’s done!
- No. – I say quickly, leaving him surprised. I didn't have anything to say. – No. – I repeat.
- What... Oh... – From serious, he changes to an amused expression. – You fell in love.
I don't say a thing. I wanted to deny, but in this situation, if I denied, he would give to Victor. Laughs.
- I can't believe it! is in love! Haha, this is good!
- Shut up. – I murmur nervous.
- Right. So tell me, . What do you plan on doing?
- Kill Victor.
- It’s a good option. – Jared nods. – Did you think about how?
- No.
We keep silent.
- Look , - he starts to talk – we’re friends. – He affirms. I keep quiet. – You know we always support each other and stuff. You and Louvre are the only persons I trust. I don't even trust my parents the way I trust you two. – He’s not really going to start with the unnecessary blablabla, is he? – But look at our situation. You can stop this war right now. – He gets up and comes towards me. – Or wait for the worst.
I don't say a thing; I look at the ground thinking about the possibilities. With or without ? It was better if I gave her and ended up everything before I fell more... Deeply, let’s say, in love.
- You’re screwed, . – I hear him continue. – I’ll always be by your side, you know I will. But know that, if Jacqueline dies, I’ll kill . – He now said coldly. I look at him serious. – You kill mine, I kill yours. We’re even. – I look in his eyes and see that he was serious about that. – It’s your choice. I don’t mind killing some people, especially from that side. I want revenge for my girls. But I have one here, alive and with me. – He now said quieter. – If she dies, it doesn’t matter if it’s my friend or not. I kill .
The coldness of our glares was worse than living naked in Antarctica. That was our friendship. We supported each other, but made our decisions clear.
- You better have a good and fast think. – He starts to smile again, moving away from me and going to the door. – I think we don’t have much time; Victor must now our whereabouts already. Louvre sent a note to the contact tower this morning, he said he arrives today during the night with equipments. I hope that, until the dawn, you have already made your decision, . See you tomorrow. – He goes out and closes the door behind him. I close my eyes and take a deep breath; I was screwed. I spend another hour on the office thinking about all the situations, possibilities, risks and plans. The thing was easy. I’d give and, in exchange, Bornighan would stop that pantomime. And I’d see her on his arms.
I sigh and went to the door, going towards my bedroom. When I come in, I see her reading a book. She looks at me.
- You look exhausted. – She comments.
- I am exhausted. – I agree, standing by the door.
- So come sleep. – She says fondly. I stand there, observing here. Something in my stomach spins, and I guarantee I wasn’t hungry. She notices my seriousness and looks at me worried. – What happened? – She asks.
- What do you have with Victor Bornighan? – I go straight to the point. I see her calm expression change into a more serious one. She looks away from me and stared at the wall in front of her.
- Nothing.
- It doesn’t seem like. – I say coldly. She sighs.
- What’s the matter?
- He’s killing half of the world because of you. And I’m not being metaphorical. – I say quickly, making her look at me surprised.
- What?
- I know you heard me.
- He doesn’t... – She interrupts herself, pressing her lips together and looking to the sheets.
- What do you have with him? – I ask again. It takes a while for her to answer me.
- He loves me. But I don’t love him. My father had promised me to him. – She says, bitter. – I didn't want to. He always came with cheesy lines and expensive gifts, but nothing mattered to me. I hated all that.
I keep standing on the threshold, listening to everything she had to say.
- He promised to be a good husband, but I didn't want to marry him. He said he’d make me change idea, but he didn't manage to. I always made clear that I didn't want anything with him. I don't know why he’s doing that...
- Because he loves you. – I stop her roughly. She looks scared at me.
- But I don't love him.
- Did you know that we are arch-enemies?
She widens her eyes.
- N-no.
- But we are. And, apparently, he know wants to see me dead more than anything.
I see her become astonished.
- I... I didn't...
-I know you didn't know about this. He mustn’t have told you much about his professional life. – I say coldly and see her gulp. – Well, I’ll be honest with you. – I lean on the door; tiredness was overtaking me, but I didn't let it show. – He’s willing to kill my entire clan and allies. He’s killing innocents after you. And I’m not willing to weaken because of a woman.
I see her lips shaking. I knew I was being hard on her. I had to.
- I’ll make an agreement with him. People are dying and don't know why. You go back to him and he stops with this foolish thing. – I finalize, making her widen her eyes too much.
- You’re... going to throw me at him?
- I will.
I see her hold her breath with my answer. She takes her eyes off me and stares at her hands, and I see a tear fall from her eyes. What was that inside me? It was so strong by body was about to shiver.
- I understand. – I hear her weak voice. That was like a punch on my stomach. I didn't want to hear that. I wanted to see her beg to be with me. But I know this kind of behaviour is not like her. – Do what is best... For the world. – She adds. To me, she made clear that it wasn’t the best for her. It wasn’t the best for me as well.
I go to the toilet in order to take a long and hot shower. I don't look at her and close the door, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. My chest was hurting and it was an inside pain. I didn't want to admit that it was my heart complaining. I take my shower and when my finger were all wrinkled, my skin red because of the hot water, the windows blurry, and the vapour took over the bathroom, reducing my vision, I decided to get out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my waist after I dry myself and go to the bedroom. I look at the bed and see hugging a pillow. I get closer, silently, and bent over in front of her. I could see her swollen cheeks, the pillow and blankets wet, and traces of the tears that ran through her face. I caress her cheeks slightly. To see her so vulnerable was terrible for me. I sigh, exhausted, and deposit a kiss on her lips.
- I’m sorry. – I whisper so low that no even I can hear what I say. She moves but doesn’t wake up. I stand up and put some boxers one, going until my side of the bed, lying on it and, before falling asleep, I look to the side, praying that it wouldn't be the last time I’d see her before closing my eyes to wait for the arrival of the next day.
- I know about what happened. – I hear Louvre’s voice as I enter the kitchen the following day. He was serious. I sit on the countertop and grab an apple, biting it and staring at the marble table in front of me. – Why the hell do you always get into trouble? Huh? It’s like when we were on that hell of boarding school and you set sector C on fire. – He sits on the other side of the countertop, so that he would be opposite me. – Have you decided? Jared told me what he plans on doing if Jacqueline doesn’t survive.
- He doesn’t have to worry about her. – I say serious. Cannon nods.
- I knew you were going to do that. – He sighs, tired and then shakes his head. – Damn, .
I don't say a thing. I keep eating my apple, still staring at the table.
- I know that Jared thinks it’s all Simon’s fault. – Cannon says quieter. – I don't know why so much drama with his girl, he doesn’t even love her. I think his jealous. – I look at him. – I know you understood me. – He says serious. – Jared always wanted to fall in love.
I keep silent. The three of us knew that Jared has always been the one attached to his feelings. Cannon had fun with them, but didn't exactly have time to feel them the way he should. However, he had his turn with Catherine. She was killed by the Bornighan in a mission he had. It was enough to make him want to kill Victor with his bare hands.
- I admit that when I found out that was the girl whom Victor loves, I thought about going into that room and killing her on the same moment. – He says looking at me, waiting for a reaction. – Only then we would we even, you know. – He refers to Catherine. – So I remembered that Jared said you were in love with her too.
I bite the apple stronger. I hated to hear that I was in love. It was like telling you enemy your weakness.
- I don’t think you should give her back. – He says sincere and I look at him surprised. – Honestly, , Connor says so because he thinks it’s all your girl’s fault. But I’m not sure if Bornighan will simply accept her back without getting anything else.
I knew that.
- Do as you want. – He says, sighing. – But I think it’s time for you to start thinking about you. And about her.
I look at the table again, silent.
- Victor is in Australia. – He says, finally louder. – He plans on coming here in one or two days.
- Who told...
- Jared.
I take a deep breath.
- He knew your decision. We know you, . – He explains calmly. – He talked to Bornighan this morning.
- What did he say?
- Well, it seems that they’re about to reach an agreement, but as far as I understood, Victor wants to do it personally. And with you.
It was impossible not to feel intimidated with the expression that came upon my face.
- We’ll be ready if you change idea. – He says, showing two keys. – I brought some ammunition, but I don't know if we would end up alive so easily. Bornighan comes thinking that you’ll deny to him.
We hear a loud noisy and the door being opened.
- Take your girlfriend, Bornighan is on the main island. – Jared says serious. I look nervously at him. – I’m sorry, , but I want to end this as fast as possible. I want to sleep tranquilly this night, not with a machine-gun next to me.
I press my lips together. I wanted to punch him in the middle of his face but all I do is stand up and pass by him, going to my room. I go in and see leaving the bathroom, drying her hair in a beautiful yellow dress. She looks at me serious, hurt, really. Yes, it was possible to see in her eyes how hurt she was.
- Get your stuff. - I say roughly. She widens her eyes slightly. - I'll take you to Victor.
More time in silence and staring at each other's eyes. She begs to stay. I feel I wanted her to stay. I tried my best for my eyes to show that I did not care about her going.
- You have ten minutes to be downstairs. - I decided to end the suffering on both sides and leave the room, closing the door behind me.
I lean against the wall beside the door and close my eyes. That's why people like me should not feel what people with a normal job and a normal life felt. I couldn't deal with all that affection. And as much as I liked to receive it, I couldn't offer it on the same way. Mainly to .
I go down the stairs slowly and see Connor and Louvre waiting for me in the Hall. Jacqueline followed Jared, who looked at me seriously.
- Look , I'm sorry...
- Don’t be. – The interrupt him roughly. Nothing more is said. I hated words of comfort at a time when they wouldn’t do any good. Spare me the emotional moments. I've had too much emotion to handle. We hear a slow pace after a few minutes and Cannon runs to help with the bags. I don’t move. I wasn’t willing to face her. It was too painful for me. Seeing her go like this, without saying anything.
We were silent the whole way. Nobody dared to say anything, not even Jared with his inopportune comments. Once we sighted the main island, it was possible to see the Bornighan’s family various black aircrafts.
- Yep... I hope that Victor is in a good mood. - Jared finally opens his big mouth to say a big shit. We got off at the heliport as a matter of nanoseconds I don’t take out my gun when I see Victor getting off one of jets.
stood behind me, looking at the image of a successor to Mr. Bornighan, I imagine. Victor seemed quite nervous to see her so close to me and I was even more nervous to see that she would get out of where she was to go straight to his arms.
- It seems you found out my desire before I had the pleasure of sending one of your clan to the grave, . - He was saying coldly.
- We’re not in school, Bornighan, out here I have power over my actions. – I say, rude.
- So, do want to maintain a dialogue or go straight to the point? - He looks behind me.
- That depends on you; I’m the one who’s with. - I say ironic, making him move uncomfortably.
- Not for long, , not for long. - He says now lower. The propellers of the planes and helicopters had stopped spinning, causing the silence to fall around us. Men in leather jackets and a huge emblem of Bornighan were scattered next to and behind Victor. More than four times what I was offering behind me. Without doubts, I was in disadvantage. - Tell me before. – I hear him start talking. - Why didn’t you kill her?
- Because I had other plans for her.
Victor understood my plans for and the expression of anger came over her face.
- And you fulfilled them.
- I'm here with her, aren’t I?
It was enough to get him mad.
- Give me her.
- I thought you wanted a dialogue first.
- You are not aware of your position, . - He says superior. - I'm not up for playing, so give her back or I'll kill you.
- Kill me and I guarantee that I’ll bring her with me before. - I smile challenging. - Not that she doesn’t want to be with me already.
He took out his gun. Seconds later the thousands of men and women behind Bornighan repeated his gesture. I hear the weapons behind me are also drawn. I didn’t do it.
- Not afraid to die, ?
- You know I’m not.
- Then you should.
- Yeah, I should. - I agree. He interlock mildly his eyes, opening them normally again. - Would you mind a word with before?
- Obviously, but this is not my choice. – He says unwillingly, looking at me. - Take her bags. - He says to two men, which approach slowly, passing by me and taking ’s bags. - I imagine you will have problems with your superiors, .
- This is not your business. - I smile coldly. He gives a little laugh and lowers the gun, indicating a few seconds for me to talk to . I turn to her without fear of getting shot in the back. She shifts her eyes to me. - Do not look back. Whatever happens.
- But ... – I lean my index finger on her lips.
- If you say something, I’ll have to change my mind and from what you see, if I do that, we are all dead meat. - I say with a hint of fun. She tries to open her mouth again, but I press my finger against her more. - It was good while it lasted. - I go closer so my lips touch her ear. - Thank you... .
I see her widening her eyes as I give her a nickname, and I give two steps to the side, staring at Cannon and Jared, who nod, saying it was all right behind me. I hear steps of just two legs approaching and then someone takes in his arms.
- I will anxiously wait for another reason to kill you, . – I hear Victor’s voice as close as the wind which touched my hair.
- Don’t worry, I'll make one up before to see you dead. – I say serious. I hear a laugh and then the steps, now doubled, move away. I turn in time to see give me a last look before entering into that black jet with Bornighan behind her, his hand on her hips. My blood began to boil at that moment and to go to my head.
But nothing was worse than seeing the jet fly away. Without reluctance, without fighting, without showing that I cared about her going away. I just stayed there, standing with a willingness to let the tears that insisted in on falling from my eyes, come out for the first time, my breath coming to fail, and watching her go on someone else’s arms. The only person I cared in life. The only one that made me feel alive. That made me see that I was human and that I really could fall love. That I love and I won’t stop loving. Not while the air goes in and out of my lungs.
Thirteen.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. And only when the black points on the sky disappeared that I divert my eyes from the now gray immensity.
- I’m so sorry, . – I hear Cannon’s voice.
- Shut up. – I say coldly, moving my legs towards the inside of the helicopter. Silently, the three of them followed me without saying a word during the whole way, just like the journey until there was.
- Mr . Your father orders that you return to the United States immediately. – the pilot says as he receives the informations from the tower of control.
- Say that I’m on holiday and I’ll only go back when I think I should do so. – I say serious. Nothing more is said.
The night is silent. I can’t sleep. And for the first time on my life, the reason for my insomnia wasn’t the thirst to kill. It was nostalgia. I sit on chair by my room’s window, in front of the immensity of the sky and the ocean. I imagine how she was now. If she would be, just like me, staring at the same sky that was above us. She loved to stare at the clouds and stars. I never thought that my emotion would be the one to destroy me like none has ever done. My heart has now a fight with my reason. Why did I let her go? Why did I think that everything would be better with her away from me? It seems that everything I did was only for her to be even more inside me. For her to now take control of my whole body.
My heart screams her name. Even my reason starts to weaken and beg for her return. I want to touch her again, feel her, take her into my arms, have her on my bed, and possess her.
I turn my eyes to the room. Yesterday she was there. I get up and go to the side where she slept. Her scent was still there. The pillow is the one that most saved her aroma. Unconsciously, I hug it and close my eyes creating her image in front of me. Smiling like she smiled yesterday when she got into the room. Serene; loving.
The wind blows and with it comes the whisper of the nickname she gave me. . Ah, how I love the sound of her voice when saying those words. And only now that I lost her, I realize how much she meant to me.
And all this is wrong. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I shouldn’t be depressed. And, without even realizing, my face was wet and the tears on the pillow, that yesterday were hers, were now mine. Both of them, mixing together and meeting in a way that she and I couldn’t anymore.
The next day was intense. When I open my eyes, the image of my dad was is in front of me and, for as I want it to be a mirage, it isn’t.
- You disobeyed me. – He says coldly. I sigh tired.
- I’m sorry. – I murmur.
Silence. He doesn’t know what to say before that situation.
- I’m disappointed with you, . – I hear him say in his deep voice.
- I’m sorry. – I murmur again. I’m not willing to argue, I’m weak and he understands that. A father knows when his son isn’t well. He sighs, giving up his erect posture and sits down by my bed.
- Your mum and your grandparents are downstairs. Worried.
- Tell them I apologize. – I say looking to the wall.
- You know, . – He starts to talk and I close my eyes, awaiting a lecture. – I never thought that my son could weaken. – he seemed ashamed of saying that. – But I admit that I was really disappointed to know that you didn’t keep your position.
I open my eyes. I’m confused.
- An never goes back on his decision. – He says wisely.
- I did for the clan. – I finally say something besides sorry.
- You did it out of fear. – He quickly retorted.
- I don’t feel fear.
- Ah, you do. You do. Everyone does.
Yeah, I did. I stare at him serious.
- If you love her, you should fight for her, not give her away to Victor.
- I don’t love her.
- , I thought you were more intelligent. – And I don’t have an answer again. He sighs.
- I knew you kept alive. – I widen my eyes and sit on the bed.
- During my whole life I desired that someone could enter your life to open your eyes and make you give up on following our family line. – He started to say, looking at me. – My dad, your granddad, had this same desire with me. As you can see, it was in vain. When you were born, his desire passed upon you. - What the hell was he talking about?
- When we heard that you hadn’t killed , one ray of hope appeared in our lives. - I never saw my father so... Sentimental. It is impossible for me to imagine him the way he was, with his heart on his sleeve. - It was a big hit to know that you resisted the feeling and had given the girl away so easily.
- Why didn’t you tell me before? – I ask nervously. He looks at me surprised. - Why didn’t you tell me you agreed with what I was feeling?
- We wanted you to handle it yourself.
- You didn’t even show support. I spent the whole time thinking about the lives that would be taken if I stayed with her. - I was out of control. What had love done to me? I couldn’t control it; my dad knew it and kept silent to listen to me. He was willing to. - I thought of the disappointment that you would feel to see a son, your only son tremble against the biggest rule you taught me yourself! – I say louder. He says nothing and it makes me mad. - - If only I knew... If only I knew... But, shit dad! – I punch the bed.
- I’m sorry, .
- No, you're not!
- I am.
- You know what? Screw it. - I say angrily. - She's already miles away somewhere in the world with Bornighan. And I don’t care anymore. I chose to live without her and that's how it’s going to be.
- This is wrong.
- But that’s what I decided. – I interrupt him authoritatively. – I’ll act the way you taught me since I was born. And I will not ignore my roots. – I say more to myself than to him.
- I thought you were more reasonable. I'm definitely disappointed with you, son.
- WHAT THE FUCK! – I scream. – EVERYTHING I DO IS REASON FOR YOU TO BE DISAPPOINTED! IF YOU WANTED ME TO FEEL LOVE, WHY DIDN’T YOU TEACH ME? IT’S YOUR FAULT! YOU TAUGHT ME TO BE LIKE THIS! – I’m so pissed off and everything that comes in my mind is my dad’s fault. The fault was all his. My father gets up calmly.
- When you want to get her back, let me know. I'll be ready to attack them. - He says staying calm. I breathe deep and strong. - I know you won’t survive long without the girl. It's addictive, this feeling. - He walks to the door. - Once felt, it’s impossible to get rid of it. I know I seem to understand the topic, but I don’t. But it is impossible not to know what love causes in people. I hope you miss it and do what is right for you. - And he leaves the room closing the door behind him.
I close my eyes in an expression of pain. All the pains that I never imagined feeling, I was feeling at that moment. All the feelings that were said to be good were being bad to me. Longing, passion, love, addiction. I decided to live without it. I would leave without her. For how long, I couldn’t tell.
The day is very gray. Not because I was depressed after the departure of but because the weather was actually bad. As soon as my father left the room and I could hear them going away in noisy jeep, I could pay attention to the external landscape. The wind was a strong wind, indicating that a storm was coming. I hated the rain.
I take a shower and put on any clothes just to stay at home. I’m on holiday and holidays for ordinary mortals meant relaxing. For in the moment I couldn’t relax, I would relax one way or another. I go downstairs and meet Jared and Cannon.
- How are you? - The latter looks at me curiously.
- I'm not depressed if that's what troubles you. - He remains silent before my answer. I sit and I’m served lunch prepared by Jared. I raise an eyebrow and look at him suspiciously.
- If you think I’ll waste my time trying to cheer you up with hidden drugs in the food, you’re mistaken. - He says seriously; I keep the same expression and he rolls his eyes. - I still didn’t have sex with Jacqueline and did double hand hygiene to make your lunch. – It is enough.
I start eating with Connor complaining and Louvre laughing. The TV is on and the lead story appears.
- ... According to internal informants, the girl was kept hidden on an island of Indonesia. - I turn my eyes to the television. I frown. - will be taken to undergo medical tests and then return to lead the family business. She is doing well and is now maintained on 24-hour protection. Jullie Bougver for ABC News. - Without realizing it, I look seriously at the TV and stop eating. It is switched off, but now I keep my eyes on the edge of the countertop.
- They really don’t waste time. - Jared says ironically. - Or Bornighan doesn’t waste. He really wants to see your misfortune, .
- He will have to do much more to make it happen. - I say continuing to eat.
- And what will you do?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
- Nothing. - We are silent. I exchange glances of my two mates and then Cannon’s head shakes in denial.
- I have a mission this week in Nebraska. If you want to...
- Stop worrying about me. – I interrupt him serious. - I don’t need anyone to take care of me.
- Stop acting like as a dependent then. – I look at him nervously.
- Since when have I acted as a dependent?
- Since went away.
- It’s not 24 hours since she’s gone and I have already my situation pictured? – I get up throwing the almost empty plate in the sink.
- See how your situation is. - Cannon looks at me calmly. I mumble a "Fuck off" and leave the kitchen. I don’t even see them properly; they have no right to judge me.
A week has passed and I was starting to get bored. Rather, I was in sheer boredom.
I took the spare time to dedicate myself to my physic, I ran every morning. Jared and I, despite continuing living at the same place, didn’t communicate because either I wasn’t home or he was having fun with Jacqueline.
As much as I tried to keep my thoughts away from , it was impossible not to catch myself wondering how she was. Whenever this happened, I shook my head and pushed away all thoughts. As, in the world, the word peace could not be real, mine particularly, hell started calling me saying it was too hot down there and I spent too much time in paradise.
Jacqueline wanted to go to Paris to shop, but Jared and I had business to discuss now that Bornighan had kept confidential and Cannon warned that Strudel had plans for both clans. Jared with his good-heart, or just as treat for his girlfriend, sent three special guards with her. The girl would stay in the city of love for two day in order to shop.
- She is barely gone and I miss her breasts already. - He laughs as he closes the door. I still look serious. – Your face.
- It's the only one I got.
- You had better expressions. - I am silent. He sits down.
- What's the worst one?
- Strudel plans mine and Victor’s death.
- It's not news. - He leans back in his chair smiling.
- Strudel has already the equipment and staff.
- This is news. – He sits straight and looks at me more interested. - Where did he get that?
- It seems that his trip to Latin America to seek land for his multinational companies was not exactly what he planned. Virtually everyone is with him. And you know how Latinos are troublemakers; they can’t avoid a buzz. – I say throwing a folder with information from all allied groups. - The guys are like the Perkins, only worse.
- And what exactly are they planning?
- That's what we don’t know.
- Shitty Strudel. Remained quiet for all this time.
- An attitude like that was expected.
- It was. Well, we can go to the United States and kill everyone, what do you think?
- Suggestive. But I have a better idea.
- And what would it be?
- We wait for them to attack the Bornighan, it is obvious that they are weaker than us in spite of all this technology that they say they have and of course they will attack us in second place, they should be setting a good one for me. Once they attack, we are ready to fight back and as a bonus, get their actions. - Jared smiles.
- You're a smart guy.
I smile. We spent hours imagining what plan Strudel had structured and making unofficial strategies to kill them. Then the phone rings. It is Jacqueline saying that she is already in Paris. Jared spends some time talking with her while I look carefully at Strudel’s summer house.
Until I hear a scream. I quickly turn my attention to Jared, who was screaming on the phone and then was silent. He is pale and shocked. His neck and face are red, his hands stuck on the phone with his fingers becoming whiter. His eyes are wide eyes and his teeth gnashing. I get up and go up to him.
It takes a while until he just drops the phone, letting it fall to the ground.
I look at him curious, waiting for him to say something. And he actually says. He looks at me and whispers:
- Victor Bornighan is a dead man. – I become serious. He hadn’t moved a muscle and was staring at a point on the wall on our side; probably planning to kill Victor in the colder, more painful and cruel way.
- He killed her. – He says a while later. It’s impossible not to open my surprised. – He is watching us. He saw the opportunity and killed Jacqueline. - I keep my mouth shut. I see his eyes seek mine. - In the end the fault wasn’t ’.
- It never was.
- I'll kill him.
- You have my support.
- No. I'll kill him with my own hands.
- You’ll have to decide that with Louvre.
- Louvre could have done it if he wanted.
- Louvre didn’t do it because there were more important things to do. - Jared stays silent. - - You will have your opportunity.
- We could cut him in three pieces and then stabbing the three pieces until we feel vindicated. - He says staring at the ceiling with eyes shining in thirst for killing. - I say nothing. - Yes, we could decapitate him alive.
- Connor ...
- Don’t tell me you don’t want to.
- I want to.
- So let move our plan to Bornighan. After that we’ll take care of Strudel.
- Jared, come back to reality.
- I came. My reality wants to kill Bornighan. I missed it, but he seems to want to die anyway. - He smiles in a malicious way. - I'll kill him. Pack your bags, , we’ll go back to the United States tomorrow. - Without another word, he turns around, quickly going up the stairs and locking his room. Victor Bornighan dug his own grave, and I would be the first to bury him.
- He is out of his mind. - Cannon says after spending only fifteen minutes with me and Jared. – He’s crazy.
- I know he is. - I agree. We were in a limo going straight to my house where there was a meeting. With our parents, obviously. They were still our powerful bosses.
- How did you go through this, Louvre? - Jared talks with us now. - Knowing that your girl was murdered. In front of you? - Cannon is serious. He hates when we touch this argument because it was the in which he trembled without not even realizing it.
- Tell me? Why didn’t you go to Bornighan and kill him? Maybe my girls would be alive and would be still with . - I keep silent. He is drunk. And seriously, you couldn’t take drunken Jared seriously.
- He had more important things to do, Connor.
- Nonsense. - He laughed. – This means that she wasn’t so import... – I was enough to make Cannon furious, because he gets up and walks in the car until Jared, holding up his collar.
- Don’t say she wasn’t important, Louvre, I know you're drunk, but I can pretend to be out of my mind and shoot your big mouth.
- Go ahead. - Jared laughs.
- Cannon. - I say seriously, making him drop Connor and sit down again. – You’re easily provoked.
- It’s not the provocation, , you know that. It’s the subject.
- And you, ? – I sigh expecting the worst. – Don’t you want to kill him at the thought of Victor having sex with ? She moaning his name, him kissing her and possessing her?
No, I hadn’t thought about that. Until now. It may be that something has passed through my head, but nothing that made me become as serious as now.
- Thanks for making me think that, Jared.
- You are both losers. - He laughs. - Your girls are killed and fucked by Bornighan and you don’t even move a muscle. You gave your girl on tray for him, , you’re a coward.
- And what do you plan on doing? - Cannon looks at him superiorly. - Drunk like that. Kill him an ax?
- If there’s an ax in my hand and a Bornighan in front of me, it will be with the ax that he will die. Cheers! - He raises his glass of champagne and with a sip, he drinks it all, throwing it in a corner and then throwing the bottle. Cannon and I look at each other; we would get into trouble with Mrs. Connor.
- And you didn’t even tried to avoid this disaster! - She says hugging Jared, who was now a dramatizing it, saying things like "he took her from me," "she's not coming back" or "God, take me with her." - Look at him! Who was this girl anyway?
- Bornighan killed her. - I say codly surprising everyone in the room.
- Bornighan? - My father looks at me seriously. I nod. - So it seems that he is still willing to harm us.
- Let's say that left an ugly mark in Victor’s heart. - Cannon laughs trying to dispel the tension. - I heard kicked him.
- Yes, she kicked him. - Jared's father looks serious at me. - And Victor Bornighan blames you for it, .
- It's not my fault if he’s not good enough for her. – I shrug.
- Well, he doesn’t seem to think the same thing. - Cannon's mother says seriously. - He's killing everyone that has something to do with us. And there is this problem of Strudel. Two clans want to see us dead.
- Let’s say it's the same situation as ours, Gertrude. - My mother says protecting me. - If doesn’t satisfy Victor Bornighan, my son has nothing to do with it. He gave her to Victor himself without complains, if she kicked him it’s because she really is not interested in him.
Nothing more said. My mother was the coldest woman and mother of the world. It could be whatever they wanted, but they couldn’t mess with her only son; me.
- So what will we do? - Cannon's father asks.
- Let's kill the damn Bornighan. I'll make mincemeat out of him! - Jared said his non-lucid state. His father looks at him nervously.
- Take him away and make him return to consciousness. - Two maids take him away.
- We can’t sit and watch in a time like this. - He says as his son is taken from the room. - If we continue, we will be an easy target for Bornighans and those useless Strudels.
- Let’s finish with Strudel first. - My father says seriously. - They are just giving us more work and, when time comes to settling things with Bornighan, the last thing I want is assassin wannabes getting in the middle of the meeting. – Everyone seemed to agree with him.
All seemed to agree with him.
- Call Perkins and tell them to destroy Strudel, I talked to Nicolas Perkins and he knows the leaders of some of Strudel’s allied clans and he's going to bring them to us. - More agreement.
- I give one month for us to destroy them. In one month I hope you'll gather forces enough for such for the approaching war with Bornighan. They aren’t caring about Strudel, but we can take advantage of it, then it is with them that we will begin. – And the argument is over. Twenty minutes later, it was just me and my parents in the room.
- Victor Bornighan called me this morning. - My dad says seriously. – I look at him without a defined expression.
- I reported the death of Connor’s girl. He added that if you approach , he kills her. – I smile maliciously, Victor was a smart guy. He knew I couldn’t deny a challenge.
- . - My mum says apprehensively, I look at her. - , my son. I know this girl is important to you. But I don’t want you to handle a business that isn’t yours...
- If she’s in the middle, then it’s my business. - I say serious. My mum nods.
- I just want to say that maybe she is under more risk somewhere alone in the world than with you, so do the right thing.
- I'll get her back. – I say determined. I see a smile upon the lips of both of them.
- This is my son. - My dad says proudly. - What's the plan?
- I will go alone. – I say diminishing their smiles, they open their mouths. – She’s my business. - I repeat. - Not yours.
- , you are our son...
- And it's time for you to let me go on my own mission. – They exchange glances.
- Do whatever you think is right, son. - My dad says confidently. – Anything you need, we are here. - I nod and leave the room. I open a small smile.
It's showtime.
Fourteen.
- Don’t think you’re going to go on this alone, asshole. - I hear Jared’s voice before getting into my car. I smile.
- You don’t miss one. – I murmur seeing Jared and Cannon going down the main stairs of my house and getting into my car.
- Not when it has Victor Bornighan in the middle. What's the plan?
- Victor has his eyes on . Let's say that he was willing to kill her if I come over.
I hear laughter.
- This Bornighan guy likes danger. - Louvre says in the back seat. - He is in Spain. is at her home in Los Angeles. Where first?
- Los Angeles. – I murmur.
- You know that he knows that you’ll choose LA, right?
- I know, and that is why I’ll go there.
- You are a fucking bastard who wants to do well. - Jared laughs patting my shoulder. – That’s why I like you.
I drove for several hours without getting tired and, on arrival at the ’ residence in Los Angeles, it was a surprise not to see that security that they talked about on TV. Victor was really underestimating me. Or not.
- Well, well, well ... - I hear a voice as soon as I enter the house. – Isn’t it ? And look, he brought his friends.
My amused look dissipates and I take on a serious face. Jared laughs behind me.
- What are you doing here? - I ask seriously.
- I'm taking care of for Victor. - Jenniffer approaches me with a smile. - He knew you would come here. Let's say I volunteered for our meeting.
I keep silent.
- You can’t stop pressing the same key isn’t it, Bornighan? - Jared smiles playfully. – You have this thing for .
- I know what's mine, Connor. And, believe me, I trust that he can survive alone. – She provokes Jared, making him become serious. Cannon puts a hand on his shoulder before he could get out of control.
- Where is she? – I asked quietly. Jenniffer laughs.
- You don’t expect me to say, do you?
- Yes, I hope.
- Everything has its price ... - She comes close.
- Oh, come on. - Jared pulls his gun and points to Jenniffer's forehead. – Say where is if you want to stay alive.
Jenniffer laughs.
- You are a bit stressy, isn’t it Connor? Come on, shoot, and then I want to see you find out where she is.
- We’ll find a way. - He answers quickly, but I interrupt him.
- Jared. – I mumble and he snorts lowering the gun.
- Go have sex with her and take the fucking information from her. I have plenty of free time to spend here.
Silent, I grab her arm and I go to the living room with her. I knew that house like the palm of my hand. I lock the door and push her on top of the table, going on top of her.
- Where is she? – I hold her neck and she smiles.
- She’s not here.
- And where is she?
She smiles and puts down the straps of her dress.
- Come get the information. – She says maliciously and I tear up her clothes. - Like that.
- Where is she? – I ask again. She looks down and sees that I wasn’t even excited with the situation. She becomes serious.
- If you really think I'll deliver the whereabouts of for you to run to her arms, you're wrong, . You are mine, I already said it.
- And I've made it clear that I'm not yours and never will be. Say it or I'll kill you.
- Kill me.
I withdraw my gun from my pocket and lean it on his chest.
- Speak.
She laughs. I press the gun harder against her.
- Speak Bornighan.
- I'll give you a hint. - She always loved her life. I always knew. - You had two choices after you received the news that Victor would kill her if you approached her. - She wraps her legs around my waist. - Come here to meet her, or go to him and kill him. - She touches my chin with her lips and begins to whisper. - Let's say you made the wrong choice.
- Call Julian and ask my jet ready in twenty minutes on the local airport. – I say getting out of the living room, putting my gun back where it was. The two of them raise an eyebrown.
- What happened?
- She’s in Spain.
- Shit. – Cannon murmurs. – Perkins managed to get one of the Latin American’s clans.
- I don’t care about it now.
- What happened to Bornighan? – Jared expected to see her getting out of the room. I open the door and without turning to face them, I say:
- She would cause way too much trouble. – And I go outside.
- I never thought I would ever ask for help from your cousins. - Cannon murmurs beside me on the plane. I look outside seriously and then look at him.
- Neither did I.
He laughs.
- You are really crazy about this girl.
- It’s not the only reason why I planned all this.
- It's the biggest reason.
- You make me look like a foolish in love.
- Look , you're not fool, but I'm pretty sure you are in love.
I don’t reply.
- I spoke with my cousin in San Diego; he’s going to get organized there and will go straight to Spain. Tomorrow morning he will be there. - Jared comes back and sits in front of me. – Do you know what you’re going to do?
- Kill Victor.
- I told you not to take the prize all for you. Your priority is --
- Do you guys want to stop thinking that I’m doing all this for her? – I look at him nervous. - Yes, I'm going to go get her back, but not only that. I want Victor Bornighan dead.
He raises his hands.
- Okay.
- How about an A12? - Cannon leans back on his chair smiling. - It would make a nice mess.
- We can use my bazooka.
- We don’t use bazookas on people, Connor.
- We will avoid his cremation, Louvre; I'm being sympathising with the family.
The men look at me expecting me to say how I would like to kill him.
- I just want him to see that I’m killing him. - I say coldly and the two of them laugh.
- Typical of you, . Typical.
- She’s at their main house. - I hear my father say. – Victor’s not allowing her to even leave the room. You know the plant off by heart. She is on the east wing, further away, in a single bedroom with four guards in the front corridor, two outside the bedroom and six on the roof. Guard dogs are nearby. Bornighan sleeps with her.
It was impossible not to get mad with the latest information. He was forcing her to sleep with him.
- Louvre is coming. Jackson should arrive within hours. Please have a plan in mind. Victor is conscious of his sister's death and won’t leave it cheap. He is furious about it. He killed all the guards who were at Simon’s house.
I open a smile. He should be really pissed off. And that was great.
- I'll hang up. You’re mum is nervous about all this and wants to go there.
- I don’t want her here.
- She said to bring here after all.
- Just increase the security. – I say before hanging up.
- Well, the safety is tough. I saw Yohan at the front. - Cannon enters the house where we were. Yohan was Victor and Jenniffer’s younger brother. He was a big ogre and didn’t need guns to kill people. Always with his own hands. I well remember the last time we confronted each other. Three shots to the chest and he could still fight as if he had not received any. He was a major obstacle.
- I want him. - Jackson enters the house with my other cousins. There were my cousins by blood, since my father was an only child, but as we were all raised together, we were like cousins and treated each other as such. We diverted our attention to the door. - Good evening people.
- All our Jackson. - Jared smiles going to hug him. When we were children, the two always argued over everything, over time, everything was better. - So you want to take care of Yohan, is it?
- I have some unfinished business with him. - He sits. - Ginny and I can take care of him, right little sister?
She smiles. Ginny was of few words. Really few. She just smiled and pretended to open her mouth to say something, but her beauty was so mesmerizing that before a man could realize that she wouldn’t say anything, he was already dead on the floor. She never really had infiltrated in the missions, not the most difficult. She was special, only in extreme cases.
- So you're in love, ? - Gustav asks me excitedly. He was the most mischief-maker I've ever met. He should be transferred to the Perkins clan.
I roll my eyes.
- I don’t believe it. - He says cheerfully. - See Jackson? - He shouts, pointing at me. - It's no fucking sin to love.
- knows how to tame his feelings, Gustav. - Jackson spoke calmly. - The day that you learn to do this, you can fall in love too.
- Oh, fuck you. - He sits sulking on the couch. - I know how to tame my feelings.
We looked at him as if he had said the dumbest thing in the world. Well, everyone was there.
- Right, Yohan is yours. Are you sure you'll handle him? – I ask accepting the glass of whiskey that Jared served.
- You are underestimating me, cousin. - Jackson laughs.
- I'm not. I only know what the profile of Yohan Bornighan is. I fought him, remember?
- It's not because you lost that I will lose as well.
- He doesn’t know that I am an . - Ginny whispers with her trained seductive voice.
I laugh.
- You are a pig, Jackson.
He smiles to see that I had understood the plan. I'd hate him if was killed this way. And using my cousin and her body this way... Tsc, tsc, unscrupulous.
- What's the plan, cousin? - Jackson sits in an armchair in front of me. I breathe deeply.
- You and Ginny will annihilate Yohan. Try to make the guards think that he’ll really have fun with you, Gi. – I look at her seriously, who nods. - It won’t be nice to see the guards shouting that Yohan died. It will only worsen my situation.
- Okay, and when do I go come in? - Gustav was not provided with patience.
- You will when I tell you; you’ll kill everyone you see. See if you do the job right and leave no trace. - I say tired. Gustav was always overexcited.
- Shut up. - He replies.
- Jared, Cannon and I will take care of the rest. – I look at them. - Without hurting--
- We know, we know. - Jared shakes his hand. – Without killing your beloved, as if we didn’t know that.
I say no more, I just stand up.
- I’ll go to sleep.
Maybe it was the last clear night that I’ll have. Maybe it was the last night that I would be alive. I only knew one thing. I would see before and would take Victor with me. I look at the sky and breathe the cold air passing through my nostrils. I find myself wondering what she was doing. I shake my head trying to keep away all the thoughts of her, but it didn’t seem to work. She had come to stay. And as much as I didn’t like that idea, there was a part of me that was enjoying it. And definitely it wasn’t my reason.
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