Fall in love with an assassin

Chapter 19

Belle was observing her hands piled one against other, pretend of not being in front at that door, in that scarce and cold light of the night. She put her hand to knock on, but the breath stuck her in the throat and she put it down immediately as if she did something she shouldn't have.

In the end, she filled the chests and knocked; first almost quietly and then with greater vigor and strength; adrenaline was expanding for all over her body.

There was a minute of silence and, for all those long seconds, that seemed to be blocked along the temporal line, Belle held the breath, hoping it was not too late.

Then, some footsteps made closer and closer, and the girl felt the blood in her veins returning to circulate.

At last, when the door opened, Sam appeared to her; first severe and with the eyebrow frown, holding his anger of having fallen so fast; then, when he saw her, he seemed surprised and happy, as he was forgotten of her existence.

"I didn't expect you." He said to her adjusting his tangled hair.

"I'm sorry Sam, but this was the only free moment I had." She apologized and was out of breath. Sam was now fixing her with a raised eyebrow and the lips half-opened, not knowing what to say, so she pressed him: "Can I come in?" Asked him.

"Sure, Belle." He answered immediately and shifted sideways, to transit her.

She rushed in, by taking off the foulard to make breathe better the skin, now too much sweaty to feel the fresh air on her; she threw it randomly on the sofa and walked back and forth to the room.

Sam had assumed a serious and concentrated behavior and he was peering her from various angles as he was trying to understand her problem with only one gaze.

"You know that you're very important for me, Sam" she began, but then she regretted.

The man went closer and stopped her by taking her for the arms and trying to calm her down. "What happened, Belle?" Asked while staring at her. "It's almost like that you intend to disappear from this earth."

I wish I could do. She thought. I would have done it for a while.

"Sam," she said moaning and taking a long, deep breath. "It took me a long time to make this decision, but I believe that it is the right thing to do."

"Belle, what you are talking about?" Began to fleer Sam thinking that she was drunk.

"I want to explain to you because I didn't appreciate that men looked at me and touched me." She kept interrupting him. "Including you."

Sam didn't move, looking at her for a bunch of seconds, not knowing if laughs to her words or to be severe and furrowed like a minute before. In the end, his facial expression chose the latter and the man left his grip about the girl and he started walking back and forth in the huge wood hall.

"Sam" she called him to the attention but the man stopped only after two minutes, interrupting the silence.

"Are you telling me that is there a reason why are you always trying to avoid me, Belle?" He asked but his words appeared ironic and rhetorical. "Because you know, Belle, it seems to me really the timeless suitable for telling me these things after a long time I was trying to make open your heart to me" he went on.

"I would like to say: now, we see each other anymore and you are working for another department and by the looks of things you are with another man, so tell me, Belle, why you're telling me these things just now?"

Belle was surprised she wasn't able to find a solution or an answer. In fact, she didn't know because she had taken that decision and the reason why she was there in that moment.