Page 270 of Assassin

Room

Minutes After The Call

When she found him, Ajax was pacing back and forth like a caged animal.

Honestly, she couldn’t blame him.

Aly wanted to do the same thing, but that wouldn’t help the situation.

When she walked in, he stared at her.

“Please don’t do this,” he said.

She crossed the space and went into his body, burying her face in his neck. Deep down, she wanted to tell him she’d be okay.

Only, she wasn’t sure she would be.

This might just break her. She was so damn scared to face him, that her stomach felt turned inside out.

“Let’s run,” he said. “We don’t need to be here. We can disappear, and we can become someone else. We can be new people, and start a new life.”

She lifted her head.

“I can’t run anymore. Not from him.”

Ajax hated this.

“Aly, he’s going to kill you. You know if he pulls a gun, you’re dead. I can’t lose you. I can’t…”

She placed her fingers over his lips.

“If I run, he’ll aways be out there, and that’s the last thing I need, Jax. I need this to end. I need this to conclude so I can stop looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life.”

This made him ill.

“They tried to get him, and it didn’t work,” she said. “I’m now the end of the line. If they have to hunt him, that’s going to take a long time, and we’ll always wonder if he’s going to figure out who I am. I’ll be too scared. Now he knows I’m alive, and he’ll never stop looking for me.”

He cradled her face in his palms.

“What are the chances you beat him?”

She lied despite what she’d just told everyone in the other room. Aly lied for his well-being.

“He’s not as well trained as I am. He’ll be off his game,” she said. “He didn’t fight a day in his life, and had it easy.”

And that wasn’t even close to the truth.

Alexsandr prided himself on his virility, his strength, and being one of the best KGB officers in Russia. He was in good strength, and taught her how to fight.

At her words, he relaxed marginally.

“That makes me feel a bit better.”

Well, as long as he felt that way. The truth was Alexsandr was a monster for a reason. He handled his own situations, his own tortures, his own fights. He wasn’t some pencil pushing oligarch.

He was hands on.

And brutal.

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