Protective

All Mine

Yeremy

I had only killed a few men before. Maybe two dozen.

There wasn't nearly as much blood on my hands as there was now, however. It's safe to say I got carried away. I didn't know I'd lose control like that but still I didn't have much time left.

I had to kill all of them tonight before the others got a chance to warn them that I was coming.

I ripped off my gloves and tossed them across the body before making my way out the door. It was as if I had turned something off the second I came to Russia.

I truly hadn't felt anything. I wasn't angry or afraid. I was just calm. Mikhail had prepared me for this, much better than I had thought.

That's how I knew someone was watching me.

I yanked open the door, pulling my gun from its holster and pointing it between their eyes, but the ones staring back at me were familiar and suddenly a wave of fear swallowed me whole in a hug.

"Lana, what the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded, immediately pulling the gun away from her as she adjusted her footing.

She didn't seem scared when I pulled the gun on her. She knew it was me. She had been watching after all.

"I told you, I wasn't going to live like a prisoner," she shook her head, "So I snuck onto your jet."

I groaned, running my hands through my hair, "Do you have any idea how stupid that is? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be here?"

"The way I see it, I'm safer here," she folded her arms, "In my home country where everyone fears and respects my father. The people in this country would do anything for him."

I shook my head, unable to argue with her clearly reasonable point. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the hallway.

"You're going home, right now."

"Why?" she asked, "So they can put bars on my windows?"

"If that's what it takes," I slammed the door behind her before walking around to get in, "You're father is going to kill me."

"No he's going to kill me," she frowned, "But you don't have to tell him."

"I don't have to tell him?" I repeated incredulously. Every second I spent entertaining this made me question whether or not I was losing my mind. What was her plan?

"No," she shook her head, "That will only waste time and you still have two others to kill tonight."

I paused, looking at her, "How do you know about that?"

She hesitated, "I read about it. I read about everything in the files my father keeps on you."

"Of course you did," I sighed, starting the car. She was right. I didn't have time to argue with her nor did I have time to take her to the airport and ship her back to her family.

I'd have to bring her with me as I took care of the others. That was the only way I could still protect her.

I handed her a spare burner, "Tell your family you're alive and you'll be contacting them again soon."

"They don't know I'm missing yet," she shrugged, "They think I've locked myself in my room all night. Also, they haven't called me so I think it's safe to say we shouldn't worry them until absolutely necessary."

She put the burner in the glove box and shifted towards me, "So? You've killed Boris Dostoyevsky and Grigory Rotariu. Who's next?"

I sighed, turning the keys in the ignition, "Did you read that in the file too?"

Lana smiled, "No, I remember when you wrote it in your notebook."

"Mm."

"And I read it in your file, too."

I smiled. I see what she was trying to do. She's doing that thing that only she can and she knew it. I had missed her.

I wouldn't tell her that. I could never tell her this but I was happy she was here. I was happy to see her—relieved.

I knew that when this night was over, I'd have to send her back to her family. I didn't even want to think about having to say goodbye. There was a reason I didn't before. If I had looked her in the eyes after she had begged me to stay, I wouldn't have been able to get on that jet.

I was at a point with this girl that I don't think I even knew how to refuse her. I didn't want to.

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Lana

It was strange to watch Yeremy work. I had seen a few different sides of him but now I was watching him kill and I'd never seen it. I didn't think anyone could remind me of my father and brother more than he did right now.

I could see their touch all over him. I had told him once before that the monster he pretended to be was a mask but he was getting better and better at wearing it. I think that kind of scared me. The thing I liked about Yeremy was that he was different from my father and brother.

He understood me. He understood what I needed even when I didn't. I didn't want to lose that. I didn't want to lose him, but I could feel him slipping through my fingers every second.

I stared at him while he was cutting and snipping. Bits of this man was being taken off piece by piece and his screams were muffled by the tape covering up his mouth.

I had seen things like this before. Enough times that they didn't turn my stomach or make me wince. My father thought that it would be a good idea to expose me to this. Dmitri fought him on it but there wasn't much he could do.

I threw up the first dozen times and had nightmares for a month but eventually my father won. I was desensitized just like he wanted me to be.

Watching Yeremy was so much harder than that. It was harder because I was in love with him.

I didn't know that before. I didn't even realize it when we had sex. It was true that I snuck onto the jet because I didn't want to live like a prisoner but it was so much more true that I didn't want to live without him.

I had seen him do things like this in the videos my father had stored in his secret room. But I was still just falling for him them.

I was fully in love with him now.

I was so screwed.

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