Page 62 of Trapping His Assassin

I’ve been feeling a little under the weather since watching Benedikt’s torture. I’ve been nauseous and throwing up throughout the day. It could be food poisoning, but no one else seemed sick, and I’d started eating meals downstairs with Roman at the table.

What I ate, he ate, for the most part.

Whatever the reason for me feeling ill, I needed to get over it. Something big was going on. The guards had been running all over the mansion on high alert. I also didn’t know where Roman was. I hadn’t seen him at all.

That was the biggest red flag.

Roman always popped up throughout my day to check in on me. It wasn’t hard to deduce how he tracked my movements around the house. I’d also seen some of the cameras.

They would’ve been hard to catch by a novice, or someone who didn’t have any training, but I was different. The first one I spotted was in the bathroom. It’s easy to stand out in a bathroom covered in white with gold accents.

The camera was all black.

At this point, I think Roman not only wasn’t afraid of me, he didn’t think I could hurt him either, which pissed me the fuck off. But I had to let it go. I had concluded that my only choice was to stay put, and devise a plan to eliminate Headmaster Mikhail before he eliminated me.

I tried every day not to think about the torture the girls may be enduring.

It was easy when Roman fucked me until my brain melted, but in moments like this, where I was left to my own devices, I has a lot of time to think. I fixated on how I could rescue all my students.

“I’ve finally found you, my little killer,” his voice growled against my skin, sending a shiver of fear down my spine. I turned around to see him looming behind me, his eyes dark, and filled with an intense hunger that made my heart race.

When would I stop feeling like this around him? Surely his magnetism had worn off by now.

“Why is that?” I breathed, not recognizing the coquettish tone coming from out of my mouth.

Roman pulled me to his chest. “I need you in my office.”

Thinking he was about to fuck me into next Sunday, I followed him with a dazed smile on my face. As we walked into the office, I stopped abruptly in the center of the room, as I took note of the substantial number of men currently present.

“What the hell?” I stuttered, heart pounding as I scrambled backward, calculating how to take down twenty trained mercenaries. Panic set in when I realized my hand was no longer clasped in Roman’s, and he turned to me with a furrowed brow. My mind raced, searching for a way out of this impossible situation.

“What’s wrong, little killer?” he whispered.

In a state of utter embarrassment, I fumbled over my words. “I-I was under the impression that we were going to, um, engage in some intimacy.” I couldn't bring myself to say it outright.

His eyes widened as he connected the dots, before he threw his head back and let loose a broken, choppy laugh. His scar was on full display underneath the harsh lights in the office. Roman walked to his desk with a powerful stride and sat down.

As they huddled in the corner of the room, the men’s murmurs escalated into panicked whispers. Roman sat stoically at his desk, ignoring their frantic glances and lack of laughter. I approached him and he smirked, pulling me onto his lap with a firm grip.

The room fell silent as he adjusted my body over his erection, guiding my limbs into place. With a simple command, “Begin,” over a dozen surprised eyes turned towards us, waiting for our performance to begin.

He spoke to them, right? I thought back over his interactions and I realized he rarely used his voice for his men. Did that mean he only chose to speak to me? I don’t know why the thought made me weak in the knees, but I focused on what was happening in front of me.

As if he’d snapped his fingers, one of the men stepped forward. “Sir, we can wait until it’s a better time…” He trailed off as his eyes locked with mine.

My spine snapped to attention, as I was offended for the first time in my life. “What? Because I’m a woman I suddenly can’t be around men talking, without setting off my soft feminine sensibilities?” I scoffed.

The thick, plush carpet muffled every sound in the room, creating an eerie silence. Every man in the room averted their eyes, afraid to meet my gaze. They held their breath, anticipating Roman’s next move.

He leaned against me, his body warm and comforting. I could feel his chest rumble with laughter as he whispered in my ear. The tense atmosphere evaporated as the man realized he wasn’t angry with me for my outburst. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, as I watched them shift awkwardly before finally starting their meeting.

“As my wife stated, she’s not delicate, so proceed with catching us up to speed,” Roman demanded.

The man’s eyes darted back and forth nervously, as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He cleared his throat before speaking in a low, shaky voice. “I haven’t heard anything from the Italians,” he stammered, avoiding eye contact. “Don Mateo promised reinforcements, but we have to find Headmaster Mikhail first.”

I stiffened. Headmaster Mikhail couldn’t be found?

Roman echoed my thoughts. “He wasn’t at The Academy?”

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