What is Love?

Trap

One month later...

CHRISTIAN

I stare at the wall counting all of the cracks that have been made in it over the years. It's not like I have anything else to do. I don't know how long I have been down here but I know it's been atleast a year or two.

I got thrown in here because I had stolen money from the people that worked for Nicholas Night. I don't regret the decision despite where it led me.

I start to whistle no particular song. I hope he ends my life soon. Being a prisoner is so damn boring. I miss the thrill of chasing people down and shooting them dead. Being an Assassin sure had its advantages.

The last person I remember talking to before I got thrown in here was my ex girlfriend and ex partner. She and I were quite a pair. It's too bad we ended on bad terms. She quit because of an assignment and just left the night before. She didn't bother even saying goodbye.

If I could do one last thing before I die, it would be telling her that I loved her and that I hope she finds what she never could with me. If only I knew where she was right now. I could maybe beg Nicholas to send her a message for me.

I stop whistling when I hear foot steps. I look up to see men unlocking my cell door and opening it. "Stand up, boss wants to see you." One of them say while the other two yank me up and practically drag me by my arms. I've grown weak being in the cell for so long it's hard to stand up let alone walk.

After a few minutes of being dragged up the stairs, we come to a stop at a door. The gaurd that didn't help the other guys drag me, knocks on the door.

"Bring him in." I hear a manly voice. I can only assume that it's Nicholas talking.

They open the door and push me in, slamming the door behind me. I look up from my kneeling position on the floor, to see Nicholas smiling at me. I hope that means he needs me for something.

"Can you stand?" He asks me, with no concern in his voice.

"Barely, but yes." I stand up and walk over to the chair across from Nicholas. I sit down and groan in pain from my muscles.

"I called you in to make a deal. A deal that benefits both of us, if you make the right decision. Would you like to hear it?" He asks pouring an expensive bottle of bourbon into two glasses.

"If I say no?" I growl pushing the glass of liquor away from me. I've never really been fond of the stuff.

"I'll have my men drag you back to the basement where I'll torture than kill you in the most vile ways imaginable." He says as if we were talking about the weather.

"What's your offer?" I ask with a fake smile.

"I want you to watch over and protect my fiance until i am able to retrieve her."

"Where is she? If not, with her fiance?" I ask.

"Here." He pushes over a piece of paper with an address written on it. I read it and i immediately clench my jaw.

"No."

"No?" He asks shocked.

"No. I don't care what you do to me. Kill me. But I am not going to go back to Ireland. You aren't the only one that wants my head."