Chapter 14

Bayman stopped when he was at the door. I looked up at him.

Is he nervous?

I looked at his outstretched hand that was about to twist the doorknob. He looked back at me.

"What?" I asked him.

He blinked a couple times & turned back around to open the door. It creaked a bit & a flow of cool air came from behind the door. Bayman slowly opened the door. That was when my heart jumped.

Why am I so . . .? Am I? It's just Donovan. He'll be there, sitting there in his chair. Waiting for us to get close.

The door was open, wide. The blinking lights from the other buildings in view from the far window illuminated the room. He didn't have any lights on. The desk & chair was towards the window, which I knew Donovan was sitting in. And also what seemed to be the silhouette of a woman next to the chair. She was looking out the window. Then she turned our way when Bayman closed the door.

"Who do you think that is?" I asked Bayman, keeping my eye on the woman.

"She looks familiar," Bayman said back.

The chair swung around. Donovan's voice broke the silence.

"Christie?" he said, "And Bayman . . . So you made it this far . . . I'm proud of you."

"You tried to kill me," I started, walking towards his desk.

"Well, you deserved it . . . And you would be dead by now if it wasn't for him. Your carelessness would have been your downfall."

I was sort of heartbroken as much as I hate to admit.

I started to speak again, "But . . ."

"Christie, let's get this straight," Donovan spoke, "You are my assailant. You do what you are told & business should be discussed within these walls. You broke those rules. And you know the punishment . . . Don't get soft with me."

Soft?!

"Soft?! Who's getting soft?!" I screamed at him, slamming my fists into the desk.

"You are, Christie. You," Donovan told me calmly even though I was enraged, "Ever since you met him you were. You were slowly becoming useless to me."

I watched him get up from his desk & walk over to the side of it.

"I guess your looks are what made me hire you in the first place. I tried to tell myself that is shouldn't hire a woman, but a man instead. They have a lesser chance of discovering," he almost choked on his last word, ". . . love."

Love? Is that what he's trying to say? That I love Bayman . . .? What if I do?

I realized I had never admitted it before. I had spent some time with him. Some time that I'll admit enjoyed. I thought about him sometimes. And I even had sex with him. But never did I say I loved him.

Does he love me?

I turned my head to look back at him. He was standing there in front of the door. Just looking at us. Bayman was the one who wanted to kill Donovan, but for some reason he wasn't taking action. Just standing there.

Love. Ha! Christie, you're getting soft now. You'll show mercy.

"I don't care," I told myself.

I picked myself up off the desk & stood up straight. The Silencer was dangling from my fingers. I didn't care if it dropped & I wouldn't have anything to defend myself with. Except that pipe-size gun in my boot. I was feeling lazy & careless. I just wanted to leave. And with Bayman & never see Donovan's face again. What will I do after that, I didn't know. All I knew was that my killing days were over from then on.

I turned around & started to walk towards Bayman.

"Don't care?!" I heard Donovan say, "Where are you going?! You're leaving just like that?!"

Yes, I am.

When I reached Bayman, I looked up at him & he looked down at me. He seemed to understand. I fell onto him & he wrapped his arms around me. The gun fell from my hands without me knowing it.

"You can't leave after what has happened! I won't let you!" I could hear Donovan saying, "You've come too far!"

"You were hoping she would tick & threaten to kill you?" it was the woman speaking.

"What? Who asked you?!"

"You think you can run people's lives with threats, is that it? You always managed to have something of theirs that'll make them do what you say . . . You want to kill her now, right? Does she know too much? Oh, she has something of yours now?"

"Helena . . . we made a deal."

Helena? The bastard child of Fame Douglas & his mistress?

I picked my head up & looked behind me at her. The blinking lights flickered allowing me to catch a look at her face. The blonde hair & those bangs. It did look like her.

"Who cares about the deal," she said back, "It's useless getting anything from you. For all I know, it could be some man off the street . . . I don't care anymore."

Donovan began to speak again, "But Helena, your mother-"

"My mother, may she rest in peace."

With that said, she walked our way. I could clearly make out the silky dress she was wearing. She must have just came from a show or something. She stopped in front of Bayman & I. I studied her face in the small light the room had. Her eyes seemed as if they were going to rain tears any minute.

"Well, Christie, if you must, go," Donovan said.

I looked up to see Donovan's silhouette against the window.

"You're letting me go?" I asked, sounding more like a statement than a question.

"But you'll die sooner or later," he said, "You can't run from me . . ."

That's true.

"Why don't you kill me now & get it over with? You'll never have to see or hear from me ever again?" Donovan suggested.

"I'll kill when I have to from now on," I said back.

"And that's now . . . And if you don't I'll kill you."

"You're a madman . . ." Helena said, "You want to spread our blood across the carpet just because we know too much."

"The world will know soon, Victor," Bayman finally said after being silent for so long, "Especially after all this."

"Leave, just go," Donovan told us.

Helena turned & left through the door. I looked up at Bayman, wondering if he was going to leave just like that.

Did he change his mind like I did?

Bayman let go of me & started to leave.

We went through hell just to not get what we came for . . . Oh, well . . .

I started to leave also, but stopped & looked back at Donovan. He was still standing there. That was it. I was leaving my only family & friend for so long behind. And he hates me for it.

Never was he family or friend . . . Try to kill me if you like, Donovan.

I left behind Bayman.

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"You can sleep here," Helena told me, gesturing towards the king-size bed.

"Okay," I replied before sitting down onto it.

I reached down & stroked Jasper at my feet.

"Well," Helena began, "I'll be leaving now. If you need anything don't hesitate to come looking for anyone."

"Okay," I nodded.

She left the room. I looked own at Jasper & stroked him some more.

"How do you like it?" I asked him, "Don't know how long we'll stay here though."

Helena allowed us to stay at her mansion. She gave me my own separate room with soundproof walls for privacy. The room was large. The walls were brown with & golden lines running up & down them. The carpet was golden as well as the curtains on the two windows. There was a golden dresser & a golden rimmed mirror that stood next to the dresser. Mostly everything was completely golden besides the carpet, walls, & bed. The carpet was brown & the bed was a mixture of the two colors.

"She's got it made, doesn't she, Jasper?" I asked him, pulling him onto the bed.

It was late. I got into my nightwear & turned off the light. I got into the bed & proceeded to go to sleep, wondering what I would do tomorrow.

Donovan . . . He knows where this woman lives . . .

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I was only asleep for about an hour until I heard the door open. After a few seconds, it closed. I opened my eyes. I was looking at the window, away from the door. It was hard to see in the dark.

Is it . . .?

Before I could turn to see, whoever it was got into the bed & wrapped their arms around my waist. I jumped, but then realized who it was. I shifted to my other side to look him in the eyes.

Bayman . . . So he came all the way here . . .

I ran my fingers across his face, from his eyebrow, across his cheek, to his chin, then to his lips. They were slightly ajar.

"I knew you couldn't resist me," I smirked.

He pulled me close, breathing onto my neck. I could feel his groin against mine. He was aroused, I could tell.

"Bayman?" I started to say.

He didn't say anything back. I said his name again.

"Christie?" he finally said.

"Yeah?" I said.

" . . . Love you."

End.