Perilous Passion

Silk Sheets and Empty Threats

*TRIGGER WARNING*
There will be substance abuse and others in this chapter.

Light is blinding me as the curtains are slowly being drawn back. As I sit up the entire room spins, I rub my eye adjusting my vision. Concentrating on the muscular figure in the light of the window.

As much as I wish this was home I'm embarrassed to say that I could never afford such soft material to drape over my mattress.

He turns to look at me. I get up with enthusiasm but am held back by a cold metal surrounding my wrists. I look behind to see the links of the chains that are attached to the wall. The chain so long that I could have thought- for just a moment -that they would actually let me have some sort of freedom.

My dress from the night before matches the silk material, my black straight hair dances on the pillows behind my back and my mind cannot seem to understand why I am being held in a such a beautiful bedroom.

"My nephew had work to attend to this morning so I will be dealing with you until he gets back. Providing you cooperate with me."

I want to stick the barrel of my gun down his throat and watch as he begs me to stop but unfortunately my gun has been taken and I would like to think that I am a nice person.

"My team-"

"Know where we are? Are coming for you?" He chuckles as his eyes stray to the carpet beneath his leather shoes.

"I must say, Agent SA2 or should I call you Seraphina?..., you are just as delusional as your Operatives."

He walks towards me, his face inches from mine. He reaches his hand out to touch my cheek ; just as I go to punch him he pulls a gun out and under my chin.

"From what I've been told, you've been looking forward to the moment we would meet again." A laugh escapes his thin lips. A beautiful laugh from the lips of a cold hearted man.

He walks away allowing me to slowly exhale.

"I was actually going to say that my team won't stop me from murdering you. You aren't of any use to us. Only a path to your nephew which I now have." My eyebrows are furrowed, my lips slightly parted and my chest moving so slow that I'm convinced I've stopped breathing.

He holds a finger to his lips and then proceeds to stare at me.
"So why don't you?" He's coming towards me again only this time he places his hand around my neck and the point of his nose on the side of it.

"So kill me then. I'm waiting." His lips touch my skin and I'm begging these chains to be released just so I could hit him. So I could bruise his smooth beige skin.

He unlocks the chains and places the gun in my hand. Moments pass between us. His hand, his nose, his breath still on my skin.

"That's exactly what I thought." He whispers in my ear and I'm more than annoyed. More than irritated.

He walks away once more and as soon as his back is turned I point the gun at his head.

"Did no one ever tell you to not turn your back on your enemies?" I'm confident and powerful in this moment. I couldn't care less about the mission or the bribe in this moment.

"I was just about to ask you the exact same thing."
A knife is placed at my neck and the arm of a man holds my waist.

"Greyson. Did you give Agent CA1 the information I asked you to?"

He's breathing heavily. His chest is falling quicker than it's rising. Is he scared? Of his own father?

"Yes sir. She's delivering the information just as we hoped."