After the fall

Chapter 8- The lies I speak

After tracking the address of the moronic Declan Ventiny, I ditched the body of the amatuer and went to look around at him in his past. He seemed to be a legitmate buisness man and clearly by the house he owned he was very rich. Well by that and the $5,678,492,397 in one of his bank accounts. I will tell you now that this man has enough money to hire the correct players in this game but clearly he wants to play with his prey. Too bad he has picked the wrong person to go for. I hack into his security and starts to flick though the security from earlier deleting all footage of me as I go. Electronically I set of a small alarm and see a man walk to the door. Oh the surprise they will get. Their hand touches the brass metal of the door handle and the 'innocent' victim holds his boring gun to his chest. This guy is clearly new to this game. Seriously? Who holds an automatic gun to their chest? Grow UP!

He flings the door open studying the beautiful view of the boy whose name I cannot recall and doubles over with his dinner spewing all over the dead guy. I laugh shamelessly because if you work for Mr. Ventiny you clearly deserve it. I laugh so hard my stomach hurts and  my eyes are closed. I never expected two large muscular arms to wrap round my waist and pull me towards a rock hard radiator known as Nick. I calmly shut my laptop in order to make myself look casual. Nick gently press his soft lips against the back of my neck causing shivers to travel down my spine.This makes him smile against my skin knowing the effect he has on me. 

'You okay, Kitten?' He purrs into my ear. God I love this guy! his voice is husky as it normally is first thing when he wakes. Clearly he came here as soon as he woke. Why was he here? His muscular arms shift so his large hands are placed on my waist. He turns me around so I'm facing him and I sigh as I look into the blue abyss that are his eyes. The storm that was there yesterday is long gone but it worries me slightly knowing that he was hiding form me but there are stuff you must not tell an assassin's daughter. Personally I think that Nick is brave because he knows what my farther is (well was) and yet he still risks being with me. Damn he is the full package. 'Kitten, you okay or not? i rang last night to check you were okay and say goodnight but you didn't pick up. So I came round to find you had already been out or someone had been in. So I came up to find you. And well now we are here.' So it was him who called last night.

'Y..Yes I'm fine' I finally say with a lopsided grin.  Nick smirks and sighs

'You gonna tell me what happened?' Nick begs and que the assassin's daughter facade. The liar. The secret keeper. The deceiver.

'Well dads job ya know. People and stuff. He left yesterday will be back in a few days.' I let out with ease. I shrug as if unsure on what to do with myself. I know what Nick is about to suggest and personally I don't mind.

'Well do you fancy staying at mine until he is back?' Cue cute Nick. This billionaire boy had a beautiful house and his bed was comfy and I don't mean that in a sexual way, it is just generally comfy.

'Ok sure.'  I stand up from my bed and walk to my walk into my walk in wardrobe. A Pro to not legally existing is that we can be filthy rich and my house can look nice inside but a con is that we have to live in a house that looks like a dump on the outside so no-one knows we are here. Sure we ,well I now, have to pay bills and stuff just under others names and fake bank accounts.

I looked through my many clothes and picked up 4 pairs of Jeans, 7 T-shirts, a lot of Victoria Street underwear, my large shorts and one of Nicks t-shirts that now belong to me. I pack the in a duffel bag with 2 fake passports, 4 credit cards, $800 cash, 2 wigs, 5 sets of  contact lenses, my make up, a first aid kit. 3 knives, 2 guns ( a Caracal CP and a G9 also known as a Glock 9) and my clothes. I do have a lot of stuff at Nick's but I find it easier to take my own as well. I step out of my walk in closet now dressed in a pair of Polo Ralph Lauren skinny leg jean (they are a lovely white) that show off my butt, Miss Selfridge Petites Black Frill Bardot Top(a black top) that shows my flat stomach and my large lumps of fat on my chest and a black hoodie hanging of my hips with my black and white Roches.  

*****THE T-SHIRT AT THE TOP*****

Nick smirked as his eyes reviewed my body. I giggle at the awe struck  expretion waking him from his daze.

'Here,' He passed me a half empty white chocolate mocha. 'I got you this but you took so long i drank some. You know its my favorite.' He finished blushing profusely. He knows its my favorite too. We start walking, me locking the house as we walk out.

'I parked down there' Nick pointed to the left and we bgan walking down there. He rapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer, as we walked down the streets. We neared Nick's bright red Ferrari (360 GT. I smiled I love this car, not as much as his electric blue McLauren P1 or his white SSC Ultimate Aero but I still loved this thing. I grin as we get closer. I love being in it. Nick pulls away as we approach it and I look at him as he walks to the passenger side. What? I look into my hand and look at the keys in my hand. I squeal ecstatic that  I'm aloud to drive this beauty. Nick never lets me drive while he is in the car because of my need for speed and well, to be honest, this thing is a stunner.

'Nick, you know how much I love you right?' I smirk ans I unlock the car and sit in the plush leather seats and place my hands steadily on the steering wheal after doing my seat belt firmly.

'Yes.' Nick says timidly as I pull out and onto the main street.

'Good' I grin like a cheshire cat as I push my foot down on the acceleration pedal.

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