Page 27 of Trapping His Assassin

Were they not fearful I would kill them all in their sleep?

The other answer would be that they don’t view me as a threat. The idea was enraging, causing my blood to run hot, and giving me the energy to leave the bedroom. I made it halfway down the stairs of what appeared to be a massive house, before I needed to catch my breath.

I slowly cleared the entire place, noting its six bedrooms, and three and a half bathrooms. It took a long time, and once I was finished I was covered in sweat. No one was here. That couldn’t be right.

Where were the guards? Where were the men? Where was Roman? That last question made me stop in my place. There was something wrong with me. While I understood that the boy was a fine specimen, I shouldn’t be thinking about him every two seconds.

He’d barely lived in this world. His breath probably smelled of Similac. I got the layout down, and even found a weapons room. I grabbed a small knife for a souvenir. I needed to take a shower, I smelled.

I retraced my steps back to the room and locked the door from the inside. I didn’t expect the room to have locks since I was a prisoner. When I checked the closet, I found some ill-fitting joggers and a long shirt to wear.

These would do.

I headed into the bathroom and locked that door behind me as well. Better double up for safety. I smelled the clothes and it was him. Mahogany and pine, with a hint of the river, flowed into my addled brain, leaving my clit aching and my legs shaking.

I placed the clothes on the sink and quickly stripped my dress off, leaving my weapons on top. I ran the water on the hottestsetting and hopped in. I didn’t care if my hair got wet, but if this captive situation was going to last longer than another day, I was going to need supplies.

Or find some.

Lucky for me, Roman Petrov had expensive tastes, and he had the entire beauty line from a huge celebrity singer on the shower shelves. Covert was a massive hit to everyone, because it marketed to people as being equal.

Maybe my captor had a soul.

I scrubbed down and threw some conditioner in my hair. It would still be frizzy when I woke up, but at least it would be moisturized. I left my curls free for now, hoping they would air dry throughout the rest of the day. Then I could find a hair tie, or a rubber band, or something to Pineapple it up.

Beggars couldn’t be choosers; I was kidnapped, and had to work with what I had. I sank on the bed and tried to think. On the one hand, I should stay here. But Roman had all the power. If I escaped, he would be scrambling to come after me.

The memory of his gaze from the previous night consumed me. His eyes were dark and intense, filled with raw desire that sent shivers down my spine. My cheeks flushed and my breath quickened, as I recalled the way he stalked towards me in the moonlight, igniting a fiery passion within me that I couldn’t resist.

It also compelled me to desire things I had never even considered, such as a thrilling pursuit under the sparkling night sky. I shook all thoughts of Roman out of my head. I was a top assassin. I wasn’t some wanton little hussy, that would allow a man to break her focus. Now that Roman had brought me to his safe house, I had the location, and could always anticipate his movements.

I didn’t need to stay here. My eyes widened, and my lips broke out into a grin, as soon as I came to the realization. Romanmust’ve put me in a dick fog or something last night. There was no way being a prisoner was better than being free.

Not to mention I didn’t know how my uncle, Don Ricci, would react. Even though a war had nothing to do with me and The Academy, there was no reason for unnecessary bloodshed.

I stood. Hopefully Roman would die easily once he lost the upper hand. My heart raced with anticipation, as I imagined catching him off guard and eliminating him. I was ready for action once again.

I would run. Hopefully, he wouldn’t chase too hard.

With silent footsteps, I made my way toward the exit, my senses keenly attuned to the slightest sound, or movement, that might betray my presence. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of fabric, sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder of the perilous game I was playing.

I spotted two street kids. One was in the front of the house, playing games on his phone, while the other was in the back, fast asleep against the wall. That would be my exit.

Once I had the lay of the land, it wasn’t hard to find some tools to pick the back door lock. A safe house like this probably had security cameras, but I didn’t have time to disable them. Who could tell when the men would be back?

My heart pounded in my chest as I turned the doorknob, praying it wouldn't creak. As I stepped out into the cool night air, a wave of adrenaline washed over me, fueling my escape. The guard’s snores echoed through the dark hallway, giving me the confidence to sneak by, and slip out undetected. The moonlight illuminated my path as I weaved through deserted streets, my senses heightened, as I blended into the shadows like a ghost.

Every instinct screamed at me to run, to flee as far and as fast as my legs would carry me.

But I understood that rushing would lead to my downfall. I had to proceed with purpose, with stealth, if I wanted to escape capture, and vanish into the darkness once again.

Surprisingly, there weren’t any bodyguards back here. If I didn’t know any better, I would think this was a trap. I shook off my nerves as I ducked into the entryway of a closed store. I heard vehicles coming up the driveway, and flattened myself against the nearest building. I hoped there was enough camouflage in the dark to hide my silhouette, as I peered cautiously around the corner to watch.

Roman, a tall and muscular man, stepped out of the black SUV, along with his accomplice. They threw hand signals at each other. Curious, indeed.

I didn’t have time to look at my captors. I needed to run. I inched away from the light, hoping not to attract too much attention to myself. I kept my eyes on the predator in front of me, until he was a dark speck in the distance. Only then did I feel comfortable enough to spin on my heels and run.

Now, I had to get the fuck out of the country, before the Bratva brat caught up to me. He may be handsome, but I was sure he’d want revenge. I needed to lie low for a bit. When the heat settled, I could return and try again.

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