The Fault in his Assasin

Chapter 3- Too late

I woke up to the feeling of someone watching me. Trying not to alert the intruder, I slipped my hand underneath my pillow, grasping the handle of my revolver. Suddenly, I jumped up and pointed the revolver at the figure in the corner. “Come out so I can see you.” I demanded. I gasped in surprise as the person stepped out of the shadows. “India!” I screeched, dropping my revolver and leaping into her arms. India Black. She had been my friend since I had worked a job in London back when I was 15 or 16 years old. India had become a “spy” for the British government after a govt. employee had died in her whorehouse, the Lotus House. That’s how she met French who was now currently courting her. He had been courting her for the past 2 years.

“Hey pussycat! How have you been love?” She asked, hugging me tightly.

“I’ve been good. I’m on a job now.” Her mouth turned down.

“I thought you were going to leave him since the accident on that other job…” She asked, disapprovingly.

“I know, but I couldn’t leave Boss…. he’s like my father, you know that…” I said, pleading her to understand. “Anyway, how’s French?” I added.

“Well….” She trailed off and held up her left hand. I saw a diamond glint from her ring finger.

I screamed. “ He proposed!!!!!” I hugged her again. India giggled and nodded. I became serious. “Is he treating you right? I won’t have to beat him up? Are you happy?” I stressed, grasping her hands.

India smiled. “No, you don’t have to beat him up. He lovely to me.”

I smiled “Good.”

“You will come to the wedding won’t you? I want you to be my maid of honor…” She squeezed my hands.

I gasped, tears gathering in my eyes. “Really?” She nodded. “I would love to!” I hugged her again, a few tears slipping out of my eyes. There was a knock from my door and the maid walked in.

“Miss? There is a young man at the door. He wants to see you.” She whispered timidly.

“Thank you Susan. Sit him in the parlor and I’ll be right down.” Susan bowed and left. I ran to my wardrobe and pulled my robe on. I cinched it at the waist, over my nightgown and grabbed India’s hand, pulling her with me.

I stepped into the parlor and was happy surprised to see French. “Frenchy!” I greeted happily, moving to hug him. He groaned at my nickname and squeezed me tightly. Over his shoulder I saw another man seated on the couch. He turned to look at me and my mouth fell open. “William?!?!”

He grinned sheepishly but it was French who spoke. “Hullo my dear Jojo. How are you?” He asked, grinning when I stuck my tongue out at him for using that awful, childish nickname.

“I’m fine. And all the better for hearing the news! Congratulations!” I exclaimed pecking his cheek. He smiled and lightly tugged my hair before moving to hug his fiancée.

“Sir William? What are you doing here?” I asked, tilting my head and sitting down next to him.

He smiled sheepishly. “I wanted to see you again…and you left without saying goodbye last night.” He added, looking over my shoulder at French.

I blushed, for real this time, and hugged him. Susan interrupted us by asking if anyone wanted tea. I nodded and dismissed her. India sat in the large green armchair across from the couch where Will and I sat, French taking the matching settee. As I poured the tea, I noticed that French was glaring, rather harshly, at will that was shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.

“William, is it?” French spoke.

“Y- yes sir.” Will said nervously, licking his lips.

“So…what exactly are your intentions?”

“French!” I yelled, mortified. Will stammered.

“What? I want to know if he’ll hurt my Jojo…” India hit him over the head.

“Я работаю на работу, и он имеет решающее значение в получении ближе к моей цели!” I say, transferring to Russian so William doesn’t understand. India laughs at his bemused face while French nods, finally understanding.

“Um sorry, but…was that Russian?” William asks, pointing at French and me.

I nod. “Yes, I learned it when I was younger.”

It’s silent for a few minutes before India spoke up. “Well…French and I have things to do and people to see. Ta Love. See you soon.” She says, kissing my cheek and pulling French out the door behind her. It slams loudly behind them, causing William and I to jump a little bit.

“Um, Jo? Would you like to join me this afternoon? I plan on going horse-riding and I would love it if you were to join me.” Will speaks up.

“…will Maggie be joining us?” I respond, grinning hopefully.

“We can always ask?” He says.

“Then yes! I will join you!” I smile, hugging him.

Sorry it is so short this time. School is starting up again and since I'm a senior, I might not be able to upload very much. (not that I do anyway) but yeah!

Я работаю на работу, и он имеет решающее значение в получении ближе к моей цели! -this means "I'm on a job and he is needed in order to get close to my target"

Enjoy!