The Innocent Assassin

Chapter 14

When I had been delivered back to my room, it was 10 o'clock. November 12th.

Viktor had handed me a tin of something, food I guess. He said something to me, but I couldn't listen. I was unable too.

I had been through some terrible things, but this night, feels like one of the worst.

And he caused it. He ordered it.

All this did was remind me who the enemy is. Where the enemy is. Everywhere. And all around me.

At this point, I really need to start figuring out a final plan. I've been thinking and thinking. Nonstop. But I have never once, have I come to an actual conclusion. I've been running around in circles, going back on everything I've said.

I've been telling myself: do not be depressed. Focus on the job. And what have I done? Exactly what I'd said not to do. For fucks sake.

I couldn't do anything right.

Four years. Four years, my life had been fine. You could even say, I enjoyed it. For the first time in my life, I had been happy.

Fuck this.

I'm too tired to be depressed. Too tired for any of this shit.

I'm sick of letting everything and everyone control me. I'm taking over. I'm sorting myself out.

Straight away, I got into the shower. Washing away the blood on my fists. The dust in my hair. I scrubbed at the dirt in my nails, scratched at the grime on my scalp.

Eventually, when I felt proony and horrible, I felt clean.

I looked at the time, 1am. There's no point in being up. All I'm doing is causing myself to be tired. So instead I chose to sleep. Peacefully.

8AM

I woke up to the sound of the now familiar creaky door. Already knowing it couldn't be Jessica, she would most likely be in recovery. So Rodrigo? No. I haven't seen him in days.

Even Natasha hadn't visited me in a while. So who is this mystery person?

'Hello Nadia'

Viktor's deep voice echoed slightly throughout the room.

'Hello?' I sit up and run my fingers through my slightly messy hair. I had done it up in a low ponytail before I went to bed.

'Are you feeling any better?'

The leader of the Italian mafia is asking me if I'm feeling better? Somethings wrong. Really wrong.

'I'm feeling perfect actually. Thanks for asking.'
I put on a sarcastic smile.

'Great; because I want to talk to you.' He was leant against the door frame, only a few inches from his head reaching the top of the frame.

'And we aren't in your office because?'

'Because I thought that perhaps you would be more comfortable talking here. May I?' He gestured to close the door and fully enter the room.

I only nodded, my head was running at a million miles an hour. But one question over powered the rest. What does he want?

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking out towards the wall.

'I know what you are feeling Nadia.' He spoke after an uncomfortably long silence.

'Ok' my one worded reply sounded sort of cold, but then again, I couldn't muster up the energy to sounds anything else.

'I want to be able to let you out of this room. Not into the world, but I want to at least let you be able to roam around the grounds.'

'And how would that work? I'd have a 24/7 bodyguard around me?'

This whole charade sounded nice, but in reality, he could never let it happen. I was a liability. I still don't understand why he hasn't just killed me. It would have saved him, and me, all this hassle.

'You would have to be escorted to certain places, and your door would still be locked at all times. But one nock, and you would be able to go somewhere on the grounds.'

What's gotten into him? Why is he doing this? He's confusing every part of my brain. No past mafia leader that I've ever met would ever allow this. They wouldn't have even allowed me to live in the first place.

None of this is logical.

'Are you sure that this could happen? Because I can't handle anymore disappointments right now' I admit honestly. I might be on a high, trying to sort myself out, but I know that one push is all it would take to send me spiralling. I hated to admit it, but I was damaged goods.

'I am sure. As long as you were to agree to the rules.'

'I'm guessing "don't try to escape" is on the top of the list'

I heard a light chuckle come out of his mouth.
'Well of course principessa.'

'I suppose I can agree to those terms'

'oh, and um- thank you, I guess.' It felt awkward and wrong to be thanking my captor for letting me on a looser leash. But a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

After another long pause, Viktor spoke once more.

'I've said it before, and I don't repeat myself often. But I am sorry that you were pulled into this mess. It's not what you deserved.'

He left quickly after that, locking the door behind him. My heart hammered in my chest, butterflies flew in my tummy.

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The day seemed to fly by. I had worked out somewhat, had a bowl of cereal delivered to me by someone new; they weren't very chatty. Just came in, put the bowl on the ground, and left. Although after what I did to Jessica. A few of them are going to be weary of me. Can't blame them.

Eventually Natasha came to visit me. We discussed all the plans for her birthday. And she complained about how much her brothers were being a pain in the arse about every little security detail.

I actually like Natasha. She was the fun in a field of sad. She had also brought me some different clothes.

Let's just say she has a very confident style.

'You literally are literally the sexiest human ever, Shut up!'

That's what she said to me when I pointed worriedly at a very low cut jumpsuit.

She always managed to make the day disappear somehow. It was like a curse and a super power in one. It was 2AM before I had even blinked.

I was about to fall on to my face if I didn't lay down soon.

'I should probably go' Natasha yawned widely.

I just laughed at her as she left. Slowly leaning against the headboard of the bed, and sliding down onto my pillows.

I would get to see the outdoors tomorrow.