Fall in love with an assassin

Chapter 6

Nikolaj walked into his study and his smartphone began ringing.

"Hi" he said coldly.

"This didn't go as planned today" he heard his client say.

"It's not my fault" underlined Nikolaj and his voice was as frosty and frozen as never.

"Next time the job has to be flawless. Without any errors" the masculine voice hissed on the other side of the phone.

"Flawless" echoed Nikolaj and then hung up. He put down the smartphone and punched the wall with his fist, hating himself for the first time in his life. He wanted to hurt himself, perhaps shoot himself.

He should have killed her, instead he left her go. It was as if there was someone else inside him. As if the virus she had injected him had grown and had taken over his body and mind.

He decided he had to do something about it and fast.

Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. No one had ever complained about how he worked and everything had always gone as planned. He had worked with big shots from around the world: from Paris to Los Angeles, from Rome to Miami, and from Copenhagen to Berlin he had never met anyone like her. He was not only surprised by the coincidence always finding her in his plans, her stubbornness and disregard for danger, but also by her beauty.

He covered his face with his hands while the umpteenth image of Belle flashed in his eyes. He had been following her for a while. Scrutinizing videos and photos of her on Facebook, like a little boy; if that wasn't enough, now she was also in his thoughts, outside his computer screen. He would have liked to touch her but it was only a deceptive image that was becoming vague before his eyes. Now she was in his dreams.

He had been able to crack her computer thanks to a British government program for espionage; he looked high and low from photos to videos to music. He had found so much documentation on her that he could say he knew her better than anyone else. But the deeper he researched, the more he felt as if his inner monster was eating him. He was aware he wanted more and more.

He wanted to know everything about Belle.

He wanted to see her always.

Hear her voice.

He wanted to take her pictures.

Touch her, smell her perfume and hurt her.

He wanted all of her.

He wanted Belle!

Three days had gone by since the attack on Campo d'Oro and now, more than ever, Nikolaj had prepared his new plan. He often felt distracted by Belle's picture, which flashed in his dreams and during the day too; but now he knew very well what had to be done.

He quivered in thinking that. His guts got a twist and his hands got burned when he repeated in his mind every possibility of his strategy. It was a flawless plan in all its variants; this time, if Belle would have wrecked it, he knew well what to do.

"Miss Belle, I decide what to do with my life" whispered Desmond in Belle's ear while he slid his hand on her cheek. Belle jerked to his caress and mover on the car seat to let him know she was embarrassed. The man returned back to his seat and sighed. They got out of the car and the three bodyguards followed them.

Belle tried to warm him even if when she spoke to him, he stared at her as he was hypnotized, not listening to a world; he was stubborn, but his stubbornness was one of his strong points. One of the many that made him the man he was.

Desmond entered Santa Maria delle Grazie's church, determined to go to confession before the political meeting that evening; there were two agents outside the building and one inside, with him.