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you being my accomplice will be no more.”
“But what if we’re separated and I need you or you need me?” She presses her fingernails into her sides, trying to understand my plan. “How are we going to communicate? I can’t just walk blindly, expecting you to be right behind me.”
“Why not?” I question, standing from the bunk. “I’ve been covering you since we started this journey. You don’t go anywhere without being watched by me somehow or in some way. And when we move deeper into the city and eventually in Chechnya, I won’t have the resources I did in America.” I expel a deep, frustrated breath. “It will only be me.”
“Yeah, but what if you get held up or, God forbid, worse. How am I to know that?”
“You’re not. All you can do is trust that I will find you. It’s been my job for the past fifteen years to hunt down people, and I’m good at it. The only difference is this time I won’t be killing. I will be protecting.”
Never once has my mission ever been to stalk and protect. I have only ever watched and killed, so I find this kind of curious and ironic. Yet, as the unknown thoughts begin to filter through my brain, I shut them down and tap into my familiar, cold self.
C HAPTER E LEVEN
Josslyn
August 18, 2015 7:47 p.m.
I stand in the small cabin car, dressed in my gray business suit, and fall into the Amelia Night persona. When you look at me on the outside, I am confident and sophisticated. However, if you had a glimpse into my mind, you would see I am freaking the fuck out.
I’m still trying to get my brain wrapped around the fact that I signed up for this. I convinced myself in the Macy’s bathroom that I can handle the blood and killing, the looming danger around every corner. Yet now, the time is finally here for me to face the fire of my decision, and I’m wondering if I made the wrong choice. My gut is telling me I will never make it out of Chechnya intact. Something will get left behind. Whether it be my corpse or the remaining fragments of my soul, something will be gone.
I can feel Nikolai’s warm breath on my back as we wait for the train to lull to a stop in the city of Moscow. We have gone over the plan for what feels like a million times, but now the time is upon us, and my brain is scrambling for the details.
I roll my shoulders back, trying to assume the role as much as possible. Nikolai runs his hand down my back, obviously sensing my worry.
When I turn around, I’m facing the man I’m supposed to trust. This is the man, who only days ago, tried to kill me for getting in his way. The man I allowed to infect my thoughts with revenge and lust. This is the man who holds my life in his hands.
His eyes are as cold and hard as steel, and the tension is set along his razor cut jaw. He has fully transformed into the man he should be. This is who I need to be. I need to morph into a stone cold killer. I have to clear my thoughts of the doubt and fully immerse myself into the danger that lies ahead.
I take a moment to absorb his aura, allowing it to invade my own wavering emotions. I swallow down the anxiety and transform just as he does. I roll my shoulders back and shed the notions of what could have been. I expel a deep breath and fully become what he is. This is the decision I made, and this is the life I will live until it is all said and done.
Nikolai steps even closer to me. He doesn’t touch me, but the heat from his body lassos around my frame. I keep my sights attached to his. After a minute of staring at each other, he finally speaks.
“I will be right behind you.”
The train finally stops moving, and the noise of exiting passengers commences.
“You have to trust that I will always find you. No matter where you are, I will find you. From here on out, we will not be seen together in public. You are Amelia Night, a consultant for a lucrative hotel chain, a businesswoman in town for just that—business. Don’t look around for me.
“But what if we’re separated and I need you or you need me?” She presses her fingernails into her sides, trying to understand my plan. “How are we going to communicate? I can’t just walk blindly, expecting you to be right behind me.”
“Why not?” I question, standing from the bunk. “I’ve been covering you since we started this journey. You don’t go anywhere without being watched by me somehow or in some way. And when we move deeper into the city and eventually in Chechnya, I won’t have the resources I did in America.” I expel a deep, frustrated breath. “It will only be me.”
“Yeah, but what if you get held up or, God forbid, worse. How am I to know that?”
“You’re not. All you can do is trust that I will find you. It’s been my job for the past fifteen years to hunt down people, and I’m good at it. The only difference is this time I won’t be killing. I will be protecting.”
Never once has my mission ever been to stalk and protect. I have only ever watched and killed, so I find this kind of curious and ironic. Yet, as the unknown thoughts begin to filter through my brain, I shut them down and tap into my familiar, cold self.
C HAPTER E LEVEN
Josslyn
August 18, 2015 7:47 p.m.
I stand in the small cabin car, dressed in my gray business suit, and fall into the Amelia Night persona. When you look at me on the outside, I am confident and sophisticated. However, if you had a glimpse into my mind, you would see I am freaking the fuck out.
I’m still trying to get my brain wrapped around the fact that I signed up for this. I convinced myself in the Macy’s bathroom that I can handle the blood and killing, the looming danger around every corner. Yet now, the time is finally here for me to face the fire of my decision, and I’m wondering if I made the wrong choice. My gut is telling me I will never make it out of Chechnya intact. Something will get left behind. Whether it be my corpse or the remaining fragments of my soul, something will be gone.
I can feel Nikolai’s warm breath on my back as we wait for the train to lull to a stop in the city of Moscow. We have gone over the plan for what feels like a million times, but now the time is upon us, and my brain is scrambling for the details.
I roll my shoulders back, trying to assume the role as much as possible. Nikolai runs his hand down my back, obviously sensing my worry.
When I turn around, I’m facing the man I’m supposed to trust. This is the man, who only days ago, tried to kill me for getting in his way. The man I allowed to infect my thoughts with revenge and lust. This is the man who holds my life in his hands.
His eyes are as cold and hard as steel, and the tension is set along his razor cut jaw. He has fully transformed into the man he should be. This is who I need to be. I need to morph into a stone cold killer. I have to clear my thoughts of the doubt and fully immerse myself into the danger that lies ahead.
I take a moment to absorb his aura, allowing it to invade my own wavering emotions. I swallow down the anxiety and transform just as he does. I roll my shoulders back and shed the notions of what could have been. I expel a deep breath and fully become what he is. This is the decision I made, and this is the life I will live until it is all said and done.
Nikolai steps even closer to me. He doesn’t touch me, but the heat from his body lassos around my frame. I keep my sights attached to his. After a minute of staring at each other, he finally speaks.
“I will be right behind you.”
The train finally stops moving, and the noise of exiting passengers commences.
“You have to trust that I will always find you. No matter where you are, I will find you. From here on out, we will not be seen together in public. You are Amelia Night, a consultant for a lucrative hotel chain, a businesswoman in town for just that—business. Don’t look around for me.
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