Chapter Seven: What did I Say?

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It was as if a force pulled me closer to him and suddenly I found myself engulfed in his giant arms. "I have missed you, Bugs, you never kept in touch after we were done training and running assignments together all those years." Joseph spoke with a softness I've never heard before, like he was afraid if he spoke louder he would somehow break me.

I pushed off of him causing a look of confusion to paint his face and shook myself back to reality. I am here for one thing and one thing only, to deliver the package. I don't feel emotions so why the hell am I hugging this man right now. Get it together.

"I believe this is for you," I say handing over the bag with the severed finger and a watch, he took it and tossed it to Roman making sure to not break eye contact with me, "I will need my money in cash. I also need to change and I was told my clothes are here so I'm going to shower, have someone find my bags and show me to a room. I will not be staying here as I was told on my flight over you were expecting me to stay a few nights but I decline. I am to be on a flight out as soon as tomorrow evening once all of my money is accounted for so have that done quickly."

The look of shock spewed all over his face. He thought I would bow down to him like all of his puppets around us, well he has another thing coming for him because this girl bites back. I wasn't trained to be a killer for shits and giggles, I don't let emotions run me like he's letting run him right now. I learned to be cold and heartless many years ago when I was ripped from my family and trained to kill without a second thought.

Once he finally spoke his entire demeanor changed and I could see he was furious with me declining his welcome and demanding things from him. His eyes went stone cold, the once bright sapphire now a deep black. I wonder when the last time was that someone ever spoke up to him or put him in his place. "I will have one of the maids see to it that you get your bags right away and escort you to a room with a shower. The money will be in your suitcase. You are welcome to double check the counting if you do not trust my men." He started walking away and stopped, turning on his heels to face me, "oh and one last thing, please, don't overstay your welcome. I have a business to run."

Nothing more needed to be said between us. I was still hurt from all those years ago that he betrayed my trust and tracked me down along with Stryker, attempting to end my life because I wanted to run away. I never forgave him for the pain and suffering I was put through after I was caught. The restless nights I was starved and tortured. He didn't deserve a smile or a hug. What he deserved was the same torture I went through, the same pain I mentally deal with every single time I close my eyes. I don't care if he is mad or hurt. He can act upset all he wants because I will not show any empathy to him.

After a few awkward moments of me standing on the stairs, the three gentlemen from the vehicle standing alongside it and Roman gritting his teeth at me, a beautiful young lady stepped out of the doors and told me to follow her. Her skin was like porcelain, so perfectly white and soft looking. She has thick natural red hair in a tight ponytail on the top of her head and freckles placed all over the rim of her nose and cheeks.

"My name is Elaine, it's so nice to finally meet you. Mr. Volkov has been expecting you for a while now. If you just follow me I will escort you to the room he has had done up for you. Your clothes are in the closet and I have put fresh linens and towels out as well. Will you be eating dinner with Mr. Volkov tonight? He suggested your favorite, oh what was it again? Yes! Spaghetti and meatballs."

It was as if she didn't have an off button, words just kept coming out of her mouth telling me of things I shouldn't draw attention to but he has been expecting me for a while? I didn't know about this assignment until just two days ago and she's saying he's had an entire room made up for me? How does he remember my favorite food and what other secrets will this lady expose to me?

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