Assassin [18+]

Shattered glass

§Morgana Acampora§
§A month later§

We've been back from the honeymoon for three hours, it's almost dinner time but Cassian won't be very hungry since I roofied him 30 minutes ago. He's already feeling hazy which is great, in another 90 minutes the drug will be at its peak and I'll be able to leave.

Russell is supposed to meet me outside the gate in his personal car, we'll drive to the airport and use fake IDs he got for us. He sent me a picture three days ago and my new name is Sofía Carlucci and his' is Lorenzo Carlucci; we are brother and sister who came to Germany for a tech convention.

"All right," a deep sigh left my mouth as I zipped close my big suitcase. Cristian is going to smuggle everything else out tonight and mail it to me once we get to the cottage which is extremely beautiful...Russell sent me pictures every day of the renovations, he even left a room empty for the baby we want to have.

We agreed to wait until we are together to take the pregnancy test which is in my backpack already. He has also told me that if I'm pregnant he doesn't really care if he's not the biological father, that we shouldn't even bother to get the paternity test.

I walked out of the closet to check on Cassian; he's lying in the bed, struggling to keep his eyes opened and the TV is on (I turned it on in case he heard some noise in the closet).

"Morgana..." he weakly called out.

My arms crossed as I walked towards the bed "Yes, darling?"

"I feel sick," he groaned.

A smile was creeping onto my lips but I was strong enough to hold it back "It must be the lobster we ate for dinner yesterday," I stood on his bedside. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"That would be amazing, thank you..." he slurred.

These roofies are effective; I got them on our honeymoon at a club from the bartender, she told me they're for her brother, for when he can't sleep because apparently not even sleeping medication works.

My feet took me downstairs to the kitchen. Cristian had a mug in his hands "Hi, Cristian."

"Good evening, Morgana," the man handed me the mug. "Valerian tea with three droplets of doubtful drug."

"Perfect," I pecked his right cheek.

"You look beautiful, Morgana, I'm sure you'll be very happy with Russell," he whispered.

A big smile appeared on my lips as my heart fluttered "That's my biggest wish."

"Hopefully we will see each other again, maybe at your voluntary wedding," he chuckled softly.

"Of course you're invited," my right hand cupped his cheek.

"You've been more than just a fuck, Morgana," he told. "You're unlike anyone else; no judgments, all laughs, and love. It's time for you to be happy."

"I feel the same way about you, handsome," I pecked his cheek once again. "I adore you."

"I adore you," Cristian pecked my forehead. "Go and text me whenever you need me to help you with your suitcase," he sniffled.