Kidnapped by the Assassin

Chapter 6

       

Alex huffed, she was bored. She'd woken up an hour or so ago and just laid in bed. It was eight in the morning now, and she couldn't stay in bed any longer. So, she got up and grabbed some clothes from her suitcase and went to take a shower.

When she got out, drying her hair, Seven was up. Surprisingly, he was sitting on his bed, reading. When he noticed her, he closed the book and slid it back into his case. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. She continued drying her hair, then tossed the towel onto the floor.

"So, what's the plan?" She asked. She sat down on her bed and looked at Seven, who was barely two feet away. He glanced at her and shrugged.

"Nothing really, we have to wait until four o'clock to catch our plane. So around three we'll leave. Which leaves us. . .seven hours." He answered. Alex frowned and tossed herself back into her bed, groaning. "What? Don't want to spend seven hours alone with me?" He teased.

Alex scoffed. "Yea, cause you're my problem." She muttered, sarcastically. Her biggest concern was Vladlena and Yegor, she was worried they would find them before Mike could get rid of them.

"Look, I called Mike. They're still in upstate Nevada, he's keeping an eye on them. He'll call if they come close to us. But he wants us to stay inside, alright?" Seven said slowly.

She sat up quickly. "He wants me to be locked in a room with you all day?" She squeaked nervously. Seven smirked and laughed, shaking his head.

"You make it sound like I have Ebola." He smiled teasingly. But Alex could a see something that resembled hurt flicker in his eyes. She frowned and shook her head.

"No, it's just. . .I don't know you." She said slowly. She wrung her hands, biting her bottom lip. She didn't know why she was nervous, she's talked to guys before, she even had a few guy friends, but something about Seven just made her jumpy. Not in a bad way though.

Seven looked at her thoughtfully, admiring her nervous posture. Even though she was uncertain about him, he found her utterly stunning. He scooted to the edge of his bed, placing his feet on the floor between their two beds. He rested his elbows on his knees, slouched in front of her. He grinned. "What would you like to know?"

She blinked. What did she want to know? She wasn't exactly sure. She knew she wanted to find out his real name, but she wasn't sure if she should approach that subject first. So, she went for a more subtle approach. Doing as he did, she sat on the edge of the bed, facing him. Only, she folded her feet underneath her, laying her hands in her lap. Looking at him curiously, she spoke. "How did you meet Michael?"

He didn't look aggravated by her question, which almost made her smile. She would have if it wasn't for the fact his eyes looked so broken. "My parents died when I was young. Michael was the one who found me."

She nodded. "You can tell me no if this is too personal, but. . .how did they die?" She asked, cautiously. His violet eyes hardened and he looked down, studying his hands.

Seven had expected her to ask, but he wasn't ready to talk about it. So, like she offered, he shook his head. "No. . .I can't."

She nodded, understanding. She noticed his sudden reluctance and smiled at him. "What about your skills?" She asked.

This took him by surprise. "My skills?"

"Yes, you mentioned you're going to be my bodyguard and that you're an assassin, sorta, I want to know what you can do." She said. She was hoping this would take his mind off his parents, by the look on his face, it did.