An Impossible Task

Chapter 16

A/N--T/W:   SMUT! 18+ only please, adult situations, swearing.

Cassie stopped running after she ended up in an atrium that was witness to the outside rain through the clear glass windows. Lightning and thunder accompanied the waves of sobs wracking her body.

He was a killer, a hitman, he admitted it. He killed the kidnappers, including Edwin Baker, but she realized he did that to save her. This whole affair was her fault. She insinuated herself in the entire mess and now the life she knew in Braxton was over. It wasn't all John's fault. Once again, she opened herself up to help someone and now she was paying for it.

But she'd do it over again if she had to, just to have his arms around her, to hear him whisper her name in her ear, to have his lips on hers, to feel his body next to her, to run her hands through his silky, black hair. Maybe her destiny wasn't what she thought it should be...she thought maybe she'd like to be a medical director some day. Maybe her destiny was to be with John, to help him live a normal life for the rest of their lives. She began to believe her future was with John, to love him and be loved by him. This brought a panic into her chest.

Where was he? Could he still be in the hotel room? She dried her eyes and went back into the lobby. Cassie walked past the front desk with a wave to the clerk and headed for the parking lot. Pummeled by the rain, she searched for John's Mustang, but it was gone. There were 3 gray Honda Accords and she had no way to know which was his, if any of them were his.

Drenched, her hair dripping into her eyes, she approached the front desk.

"Can I help you?" the clerk smiled at her.

"Room 412," she answered quickly. "Are they checked out?"

The clerk pursed his lips. "I'm sorry Miss, I can't give out that information due to privacy laws."

Cassie leaned forward purposefully, rain drops dripping onto the desk from her hair. "I was in 412. With my....husband....and I can't find him. And just some personal advice....I'm wet, I'm panicking, I feel like a frozen snow cone and don't fuck with me. Got it?"

The clerk backed up and turned to look at his computer. "Can you verify the phone number?"

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," she burst out. "No. We just got new phones. Just married. Got it?"

"A home address?"

"We just moved."

"Name on the credit card?"

"John Wick," she answered.

The clerk nodded and looked at her sideways. "No one checked out."

"Did you see anyone with a dog?"

"We have all kinds of pets here, Miss. We're a pet friendly hotel."

"Terrific," Cassie bowed her head and pushed away from the desk with her hands. "Thanks."

She turned to leave when she heard him call her back.

"Miss?"

Cassie turned towards him. He held up a large, white towel that she took with a nod and began rubbing her hair with it as she headed down the hallway to 412. Her plan was to sit there and wait.

Now she needed to figure out what she was going to say when she found him....if she found him.

John searched the first floor of the hotel and walked into the atrium at the back of the lobby. The flash of lightning caused him to close his eyes momentarily and he leaned against the wall. She just couldn't have gotten far unless she was able to get a cab. Then she would probably head for the airport in Portland.