THE ESCORT

TWENTY-EIGHT | YOU'RE SO SWEET

TW/CW:⚠️

There's a dub-non-con ahead, which means, you read at your own risk.
Again, I do not in no way support this, nor do I romanticize stuff like this, but it's needed for the plot and here to stay. Read at your own risk, again.
This is not suitable for young readers. If you're below 18,do not read, I beg you.

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All she felt at first was cold. So much cold that the fine hairs on her her arms were raised, goosebumps littered every surface of her exposed skin, and it was almost painful.

Then, fear came.

It was a type of distress that coarsed through every fibre of her being, numbing her mind and her whole body.

"It's okay," Angelo murmured as he led her forward—where they were going, she didn't know, but that did not make her heart stop pounding any less.

Finally, they stopped, and a slight pressure on her shoulders made her knees buckle, until she was sitting on what felt like a rug under her bum. Then, she felt Angelo sit beside her, but he was a bit higher than she was, so her head rested against her thigh.

Elodie tried to regulate her breaths, so she didn't sound as loud as she did to her own ears. The fact that she couldn't see did nothing to assuage her fears, though.

"Relax," Angelo said, then he began to stroke his fingers through the fine strands of her hair. Against her better wish, all her muscles remained taut. Her body didn't seem keen listen to her brain, feeling that danger lurked just on the surface.

Suddenly the air became charge, and Elodie knew instantly that they weren't alone.

And she was right when Vasily said, "I had to use this strategy or I'll never catch the mole in my own fucking bratva."

Angelo hummed. "You know, I made a promise that I'll have your head myself if what that Stronzo told me was true."

For a minute, neither of them spoke, then Vasily let out a mirthless laugh, and Elodie shivered slightly, because he didn't sound in the bit amused. And nothing about someone threatening to kill you was funny.

She almost wish she wasn't blindfolded so she could see him, but the thought of looking into those dead eyes elicted another shiver. In response, Angelo dug his fingers into her hair, not enough to hurt, but just as a warning.

"I'll expect no less, Casieri," Vasily said, tone cold. "Although, I'd have loved to get the truth out of the bastard myself."

"Now, let's get to business." Angelo's fingers left her hair for a few minutes, then it was back again. "Where's the Tsar Bomba?"

A slight ruffle of fabric reached her ears, and Elodie realized that Vasily must have sat on one of those chairs.

Her hands remained clenched on her laps, fighting the urge to cover her breasts, which she had no doubt he was staring at, because her nipples puckered to a painful point. She wasn't aroused in the least, though.

"Why do you need it so bad?" He countered with a question of his own.

Angelo didn't like that and it reflected in his words. "Forty-eight hours ago, several agents of The BIA met with the MI6 at the hidden headquarters in Chelsea," he replied. "They must have gotten wind of the fact that you and I are in London and are pissing themselves over the fact that one of us holds the world most dangerous weapon at the moment. Plus, I also know that there are many people angling for a chance to get their hands on it. Hell, even the silicans are prepared to do all it takes to get it."