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were in trouble."
The paper trail. She had forgotten all about it. Her last, desperate cry for help.
"Scattered, crumpled one hundred dollar bills leading up to the back of my employee's car outside a shack in the middle of nowhere with two other cars parked outside - there had to be something wrong. I knew it as soon as I saw Angel's car gone yesterday morning. I knew you wouldn't go without saying something. I knew you wouldn't go. Period. When I saw the trail I knew I was right."
He stopped for a moment as the emotions he had felt at that moment flooded back over him.
"The thought of you so close to… to… Christ Nadia, why the hell won't you just trust me? If you had just stayed here."
"It's not like Angel gave me much choice."
"Angel." His jaw tightened. "What did that bastard say to you?"
"Do you really want to hear it?"
"Every word."
She took a deep breath. Truth or dare seemed to be the theme of their relationship so far, if you could call it a relationship.
"He told me that you were playing a game with me. A game that you played with all your women. He told me I was your type; geeky, smart and of up to my neck in trouble. He told me you have a fetish for getting the truth out of women, getting them to reveal their most personal secrets just before you…. before you fuck them."
She stopped there, waiting for his reaction. He hadn't stopped looking at her, never dropped his dark, confident gaze.
"If you're asking me if that's true then I'm not going to lie to you. In essence, Angel told you the truth, but Nadia… it's more than a game. And you made me realize that. I've been looking for something all along and I didn't even know it until I found you."
"Sure." She said dismissively. "Your trusted friend then told me I needed to give it up to you - make you a happy man - and then be out of there by the next day. If I didn’t satisfy you in every way then you'd never let go of me until you had what you wanted."
"So that's what you did? That's why you let me do those things to you? And why you did those things to me?"
"You tell me - are you 'satisfied' yet?"
He waited before answering, his mouth slightly open now, watching her every tiny movement. If he had ever wanted to fuck her, the compulsive desire he felt now was ten times anything it had been before.
"You were lying to me all along." He whispered.
"Was I?" She allowed a smile to cross her lips.
This fucking game has to stop Nadia. She thought and let her mouth fall open. She had called herself by her old name; he was getting to her - using her old name again and again to bring up old memories and feelings that she had done everything in her power to expunge from her mind.
Clayton watched her mouth, entranced and failed to notice the phone buzzing on the bed beside him.
Nadia snatched it from the bed before he could take it.
"It's Nadia Komerov. Who the fuck are you?"
"Nadia, my little Nadia." The voice said in Russian.
"Speak English Mikhail. Tell me what you want."
"Such a little bossy boots Nadia. You always did think you knew better than everybody else, didn’t you?"
"Tell me what you want and why I should care. Before you ask, I don't give a fuck about that scum Angel. Feed him to the sharks if it makes you happy and I'll make sure you fry for the crime."
Mikhail gave a long harsh laugh.
"Ah, you would make such a good lieutenant Nadia - such things are in the blood - but you are much too smart for that. Of course you don't care about that slave Angel, however, I think you do care about FBI, NSA, and CIA. Correct?"
"I'd rather work for any of them than be associated with scum like you."
"Then you work for free. You would be true slave to them after you run from them. Isn't that why you run Nadia? To not be slave to your own government?"
Katy, or Nadia, as she was beginning to think of herself again, momentarily had no answer. Boyevik was right. If she feared the evil of the vor y zakone Russian mob, the dark world of the NSA
The paper trail. She had forgotten all about it. Her last, desperate cry for help.
"Scattered, crumpled one hundred dollar bills leading up to the back of my employee's car outside a shack in the middle of nowhere with two other cars parked outside - there had to be something wrong. I knew it as soon as I saw Angel's car gone yesterday morning. I knew you wouldn't go without saying something. I knew you wouldn't go. Period. When I saw the trail I knew I was right."
He stopped for a moment as the emotions he had felt at that moment flooded back over him.
"The thought of you so close to… to… Christ Nadia, why the hell won't you just trust me? If you had just stayed here."
"It's not like Angel gave me much choice."
"Angel." His jaw tightened. "What did that bastard say to you?"
"Do you really want to hear it?"
"Every word."
She took a deep breath. Truth or dare seemed to be the theme of their relationship so far, if you could call it a relationship.
"He told me that you were playing a game with me. A game that you played with all your women. He told me I was your type; geeky, smart and of up to my neck in trouble. He told me you have a fetish for getting the truth out of women, getting them to reveal their most personal secrets just before you…. before you fuck them."
She stopped there, waiting for his reaction. He hadn't stopped looking at her, never dropped his dark, confident gaze.
"If you're asking me if that's true then I'm not going to lie to you. In essence, Angel told you the truth, but Nadia… it's more than a game. And you made me realize that. I've been looking for something all along and I didn't even know it until I found you."
"Sure." She said dismissively. "Your trusted friend then told me I needed to give it up to you - make you a happy man - and then be out of there by the next day. If I didn’t satisfy you in every way then you'd never let go of me until you had what you wanted."
"So that's what you did? That's why you let me do those things to you? And why you did those things to me?"
"You tell me - are you 'satisfied' yet?"
He waited before answering, his mouth slightly open now, watching her every tiny movement. If he had ever wanted to fuck her, the compulsive desire he felt now was ten times anything it had been before.
"You were lying to me all along." He whispered.
"Was I?" She allowed a smile to cross her lips.
This fucking game has to stop Nadia. She thought and let her mouth fall open. She had called herself by her old name; he was getting to her - using her old name again and again to bring up old memories and feelings that she had done everything in her power to expunge from her mind.
Clayton watched her mouth, entranced and failed to notice the phone buzzing on the bed beside him.
Nadia snatched it from the bed before he could take it.
"It's Nadia Komerov. Who the fuck are you?"
"Nadia, my little Nadia." The voice said in Russian.
"Speak English Mikhail. Tell me what you want."
"Such a little bossy boots Nadia. You always did think you knew better than everybody else, didn’t you?"
"Tell me what you want and why I should care. Before you ask, I don't give a fuck about that scum Angel. Feed him to the sharks if it makes you happy and I'll make sure you fry for the crime."
Mikhail gave a long harsh laugh.
"Ah, you would make such a good lieutenant Nadia - such things are in the blood - but you are much too smart for that. Of course you don't care about that slave Angel, however, I think you do care about FBI, NSA, and CIA. Correct?"
"I'd rather work for any of them than be associated with scum like you."
"Then you work for free. You would be true slave to them after you run from them. Isn't that why you run Nadia? To not be slave to your own government?"
Katy, or Nadia, as she was beginning to think of herself again, momentarily had no answer. Boyevik was right. If she feared the evil of the vor y zakone Russian mob, the dark world of the NSA
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