The Summer of Fighting His Enemies (COMPLETED)

Chapter Thirty-Six

"My real name is Alexei Volvsky and I am a Russian operative." Taylor froze in her spot, his accent now coming out for real. It was thick, rich and inviting. So he was Russian. That means he is bad! Was she in danger? Was this the part where she gets killed?

"Are you going to kill me"? Alexie chuckled.

"No, no I'm not. That was not my mission." She swallowed slowly as she tried to get used to hearing his accented voice. The one he'd hidden quite well.

"What was your mission?" She watched him stand and walk to the fireplace.

"My mission was to locate you, watch you until my father gave the word to bring you back."

"So he really wants to kill me? Even after all these years. Even though I know nothing?"

"It's stupid I know." He turned and faced her "I don't know if he wanted to kill you now, all I know is that I was supposed to bring you to him. But-"

"What changed?" She interrupted.

"What changed was that I-I came to know you Alina. I came to know you by another name, another lifestyle. You had no clue, you were so naive, living a teenager life when you should have been living an adult life."

"When did you come to this conclusion?"

"The night we went to the hospital. I realized I could not bring you back to my father. It wasn't right. I wish that you didn't have to learn the truth, but you had to."

"I mean I guess I'm okay with knowing the truth. I probably would never have found out anything if your father hadn't ordered you to kidnap me."

"So you're okay with the truth?" Taylor tilted her head and looked at the operative. She was semi okay with it. But she wanted proof, this is something you don't take lightly and something you're just okay with right away.

"Yes, I think I am okay with it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Uh, Alina is my real name huh? I mean that's what you just called me." She watched him blush and dip his head

"Yes. It really is Alina. Alina Petrov."

"Alina. Alina, Alina." She said it in different ways. Then she smiled at the operative. "I like that name much better."

"I've always loved it." He said with a smile.

"So are we around the same age?"

"More or less, I'm Thirty and you are Twenty-Three."

"Oh. Well for one, you're old. But I'm old too! All this time I thought I was only Seventeen. Oh gosh, it's just embarrassing."

"Why? You didn't know."

"I don't know. I've been so into teenage things but I'm really an adult. It's like I'm an adult stuck in a teenage life." Taylor began to laugh hysterically.

"A-are you okay?" She heard Alexie ask. She stopped long enough to wipe her eyes and sigh.

"I don't know what I am right now. I just found out all the answers to my questions and I don't know how to feel. I thought that it was going to feel good, but it didn't. I just feel lost and empty."

"I think I know someone who could help." Alexie said as he stepped towards her

"W-who?" She asked, trying to contain her nervousness.

"Danka. She is someone to you, and I think it's time for you to know before it's too late."

"Too late for what?"

"Before they come to get us."

"The bad guys?" Taylor asked as they stopped at his door

"Yes." Alexie knocked on it and then opened it "Wait here." He closed the door and Alina waited there. Her head reeling with all the information she'd just been fed. It was too crazy for her. She'd been living her life a lie, she had a different name, a different age, she wasn't even American! Did Becca and Tom know? Was her real father still alive? Who was this Danka woman to her? How far away were the bad men from them? The door opened softly and Alexie stood there. Alina looked up at him,