excruciating pain from that night. Will I continue to be awakened by the horrors and screams, only to be forced to tuck them away as I’ve done for all these years? Or will the journey to kill Stravinsky finally lay it all to rest?
C HAPTER T EN
Nikolai
August 16, 2015 4:24 a.m.
T he plane taxied to a stop thirty minutes ago. We arrived in Zurich right on time and with little turbulence.
As soon as she exited the plane, Josslyn grabbed her bag and my garment bag then went into the bathroom. She has spoken little to me this entire trip, and I am happy and annoyed at the same time. Although her incessant questions drive me crazy, it also bothers me that she isn’t worried about what is going to happen. Is she not prepared for what lies ahead? Or is this how she gets herself fully invested in a dangerous situation? Does she withdraw herself to think about the inevitable? Not being able to see inside her head is maddening to me. I am left wondering how she is coping with all this world of madness I have invited her into.
I was glad she slept during flight and wished I had slept more than a couple of hours. However, I find it hard to relax on an airplane. Besides, with my life hanging in the balance, I doubt I will sleep much until this is said and done. I am best as a jagged blade anyway.
Josslyn walks from the bathroom, unhooking my garment bag from her shoulder as she motions for a staff member to take it from her. Then she connects her sights on me.
The world around me stops as she strides toward me with the confidence of Amelia Night. Time halts. The constant bustling from the airline staff becomes nonexistent. Sound ceases.
Her shoulders are rolled back as she walks with the ease of a super model on a runway. Josslyn has transformed into a different woman. Gone is her tousled bun and street clothes. She has covered her taut body in a sleeveless black jumper. Her long, tan legs are exposed, showing how lean and fit she is. The four-inch heels from last night are fastened to her feet, giving her the perfect high-class look Amelia would have. She has tucked her golden hair in a tight bun behind her head. The fresh application of makeup lights up her face, and her lavender fragrance dances through the air.
The corner of my mouth turns up the closer she strides in my direction. She looks breathtaking. The desire to slam her up against a wall and fuck her is consuming all of my thoughts.
Swallowing down the unrelenting lust for her, I extend my elbow and nod my head, silently approving of her transformation. We walk from the hangar and out to a waiting car where I wave away the driver who is standing next to the back door, opening it for the goddess latched on to my arm.
Pulling the door open, I grab Josslyn’s hand and usher her in front of me. She leans in close, her chest grazing mine as she presses her lips to my cheek. Her clean, lavender scent infiltrates my senses as the warmth from our skin lights a fiery heat straight to my core.
“Thank you, Vincent,” she says as she pulls back and looks straight into my eyes.
She is finally understanding her role and how she needs to act in public, playing the part of the smart, classy woman I know she can be instead of drawing attention to ourselves.
She gives me a subtle wink then gets into the car.
“My pleasure, my dear,” I reply with a deep, almost breathless tone. I find my words surprisingly honest as they escape my lips. No acting required.
The one thing this woman continues to do is surprise me at every turn, whether it is good, horrible, or indifferent. If I were a lesser assassin, I would show her just how much she can shock me by forever assuming this character and continuing my life not as Nikolai Petrov, but Vincent Black.
I fall into the car, and then we move out of the parking lot toward our next destination. Dawn will be breaking soon, and the sun will shine on the horizon as we move from the peaceful community of Zurich and into
C HAPTER T EN
Nikolai
August 16, 2015 4:24 a.m.
T he plane taxied to a stop thirty minutes ago. We arrived in Zurich right on time and with little turbulence.
As soon as she exited the plane, Josslyn grabbed her bag and my garment bag then went into the bathroom. She has spoken little to me this entire trip, and I am happy and annoyed at the same time. Although her incessant questions drive me crazy, it also bothers me that she isn’t worried about what is going to happen. Is she not prepared for what lies ahead? Or is this how she gets herself fully invested in a dangerous situation? Does she withdraw herself to think about the inevitable? Not being able to see inside her head is maddening to me. I am left wondering how she is coping with all this world of madness I have invited her into.
I was glad she slept during flight and wished I had slept more than a couple of hours. However, I find it hard to relax on an airplane. Besides, with my life hanging in the balance, I doubt I will sleep much until this is said and done. I am best as a jagged blade anyway.
Josslyn walks from the bathroom, unhooking my garment bag from her shoulder as she motions for a staff member to take it from her. Then she connects her sights on me.
The world around me stops as she strides toward me with the confidence of Amelia Night. Time halts. The constant bustling from the airline staff becomes nonexistent. Sound ceases.
Her shoulders are rolled back as she walks with the ease of a super model on a runway. Josslyn has transformed into a different woman. Gone is her tousled bun and street clothes. She has covered her taut body in a sleeveless black jumper. Her long, tan legs are exposed, showing how lean and fit she is. The four-inch heels from last night are fastened to her feet, giving her the perfect high-class look Amelia would have. She has tucked her golden hair in a tight bun behind her head. The fresh application of makeup lights up her face, and her lavender fragrance dances through the air.
The corner of my mouth turns up the closer she strides in my direction. She looks breathtaking. The desire to slam her up against a wall and fuck her is consuming all of my thoughts.
Swallowing down the unrelenting lust for her, I extend my elbow and nod my head, silently approving of her transformation. We walk from the hangar and out to a waiting car where I wave away the driver who is standing next to the back door, opening it for the goddess latched on to my arm.
Pulling the door open, I grab Josslyn’s hand and usher her in front of me. She leans in close, her chest grazing mine as she presses her lips to my cheek. Her clean, lavender scent infiltrates my senses as the warmth from our skin lights a fiery heat straight to my core.
“Thank you, Vincent,” she says as she pulls back and looks straight into my eyes.
She is finally understanding her role and how she needs to act in public, playing the part of the smart, classy woman I know she can be instead of drawing attention to ourselves.
She gives me a subtle wink then gets into the car.
“My pleasure, my dear,” I reply with a deep, almost breathless tone. I find my words surprisingly honest as they escape my lips. No acting required.
The one thing this woman continues to do is surprise me at every turn, whether it is good, horrible, or indifferent. If I were a lesser assassin, I would show her just how much she can shock me by forever assuming this character and continuing my life not as Nikolai Petrov, but Vincent Black.
I fall into the car, and then we move out of the parking lot toward our next destination. Dawn will be breaking soon, and the sun will shine on the horizon as we move from the peaceful community of Zurich and into
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