Unmasked: Volume Two

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“If you didn’t want to be interrupted, you should have chosen a different fucking bar,” Crow complains in his British accent. “I look like a fucking wolf in a hen house here.”

“Don’t worry about maintaining a low profile in this bar. Worry about it when you’re out there walking the fucking streets. How many times has Alex seen you?”

He takes a long pull on the bottle of beer to make me wait. “I don’t know and I don’t care. If your girlfriend is feeling the heat, then she’s got good fucking reason to. She’s getting impatient.”

He’s referring to Princess Amica growing impatient waiting for me to get Alex out of the picture. “I don’t give a fuck if she’s getting impatient. I have to do this my way.”

He chuckles. “And your way is to have a go at her first? Fuck her body and her mind then kill her. Is that it?”

“You don’t know enough about my strategies to question me.”

“I know your strategies don’t always work.”

I should crack his skull for that comment, but I can’t. I need to keep Crow close, where I can keep an eye on him. I’ll take his snide comments about how I fucked up my last job. But once I have Alex back, safe in my arms, he’s on his own.

This is a not a business for making and keeping friends. Crow and I stumbled upon a friendship when I passed up a job due to a booked schedule. I’d been taking out marks for more than a year and my services were in high demand. It was Crow’s second job, and he came to me asking for advice. Two years younger than I was and thirsty for blood after a tour in Iraq, it was difficult not to feel sorry for him.

I took him under my wing and brought him along on my last two jobs. I owe him my life for getting me out of that London apartment when I was too stunned to move. But he’s the one who screwed this up with Alex. He had to throw that fucking cigarette butt onto the street when he was following Alex on Hope Street. If she hadn’t found that, she wouldn’t have found out about her father so soon. And I might have had a chance to tell her when she was ready.

Crow knows he fucked up, which is the only reason he refused to take the job off my hands when Amica wanted to hand it over to him. Now he thinks I’m trying to prove myself, but I have nothing to prove to him or Amica. Alex is the only person I need to prove something to.

“What is her schedule like? Is she going to the Billionaire Club next week?”

Crow looks at me sideways as if he knows what I’m thinking. “Don’t think of throwing away this payday for that girl, Daimon.”

“I can’t tell you what I’m planning. But it has nothing to do with that fucking $20 million. What I have in mind will be much more lucrative, for both of us.”

“Both of us meaning… you and me or you and the girl?”

“You and me. I just need to get that fucking bounty hunter out of the way without raising any red flags with the local law enforcement. It will be done soon.”

He downs the rest of his beer, but he still holds it close to his chest as he contemplates this. “She’s giving you three days to make it happen. And so am I.” He lets go of the beer bottle and slides off the barstool. “This better be good.”

I smile as I realize he doesn’t know about Alex and Nicolas’s plans to fly to Monaco in less than two days. Typical Crow. Always one step behind when he thinks he’s one step ahead.

The bartender brings me another beer, as if he can sense that I need it. I sip it slowly as I contemplate my options here. I need her to start believing me and questioning her parents, otherwise she may try to kill me again. And I’m done underestimating her.

I’m through underestimating everyone.

I never imagined that Princess Amica had hired me to kill her own biological daughter. But I should have known that there was something far more mysterious about Alex from the moment I stepped inside her adoptive parents’ home. Which brings me to my other predicament: Keeping Alex’s mother, Lisa, alive.

I had Crow watching over her when we were in L.A. But now that we’re both here in La Palma, I had to hire another man to keep watch over her.

Lisa Carmichael is surviving in the basement of their home, just the way they made my Alex live for eighteen years. The plan was to have both Lisa and Joe down there, to get Joe out of the picture so I could get to know Alex and see if I could indeed go through with the hit. But Joe refused to be confined. Then he escaped. In my fucking Mercedes.

A girl in a blue tube top and white shorts sidles up next to me at the bar and asks for a draft beer. She smiles at me and I turn back to my bottle. Downing the rest of the beer, I slam it down on the bar and head for the exit. If these girls knew Alex, they wouldn’t bother. If they knew the kind of woman they were competing with, they’d cower at her feet.

No one can compare to my Alex. There is no way I could ever enjoy being with another woman now that I’ve had a woman like her. And for a man like me to swear off all women for one girl, I’d have to be insane or in love. Or both.

I step outside into the warm island air, smiling as I gaze at the stars. By this time tomorrow night, I’ll know whether Alex and I are going to spend the rest of our lives together or kill each other.

Chapter Eleven

I take my time packing all my clothes. Though I’ll probably leave all my luggage and belongings behind after we land in Monaco and I kill the royals, I’m savoring this alone time while Nick and I are apart. He’s in his cottage packing. He’s not around to watch as I sniff the pieces of clothing that still smell like Daimon, one by one before I lay them down in my suitcase.

When I’m done, I zip up my luggage and look around the bedroom. I walk to the window and push aside the sheer curtains to look outside. I can see my neighbor Ignacio working on a wooden worktable in his backyard. He’s loading his shotgun and preparing his ferrets to go rabbit hunting. He looks up briefly and I take the opportunity to wave at him. He smiles and waves vigorously, then his gaze slides off to the side. I move forward to look outside, but I hit my head on the glass. I look up and Ignacio’s wife, Noemia, appears at his side. She squints at me for a moment, then she waves. I’ll miss the Spanish music and delicious smells that wafted out of their window as Noemia cooked.

“Are you ready?”

I whip my head around and I let out a sigh of relief. “You scared me. Your voice sounded different.”

Nick smiles and holds out his hand, his other hand tucked behind his back. “Come. I have a very special surprise for our last day in La Palma.”

He’s wearing a nice pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up. This is a very good look for him.

“Did you say goodbye to your family?” I ask, taking his hand and leaning back to try to peek at whatever he’s hiding.

“Yes. And they’re very pleased to know that I’m leaving the island with you. They are very fond of you.”

Very special surprise… very pleased to know… very fond of you…. Either he’s buttering me up for something he’s not sure I’m going to enjoy or he’s actually nervous. I’m pretty sure it’s the former and not the latter.

“What are you hiding back there?”

He pulls his hand out from behind his back, brandishing a bottle of red wine. “My great-uncle gave me this for us to celebrate our last night in La Palma. It’s a gran reserva rioja from his vineyard. Twenty-three years old and at its peak.”

“Wow… Sounds like I should be impressed.”

He lets go of my hand and opens the front door for us to exit. “Tonight, we dine like royalty.” My smile evaporates into the humid evening air and he quickly realizes his gaffe. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure I’ll have all the guys vying for my hand now that I’m a princess. You’ll have to work a lot harder to impress me after tonight.”

“I accept the challenge, your highness,” he says, getting down on one knee and bowing his head dramatically.

“Stand up. You’re embarrassing me.”

He chuckles as he gets up. “Why? There’s nobody out here.”

I smile and take a quick glance over my shoulder at Ignacio and Noemia’s house. The front of their house is empty but for the dark shadows of night crawling over the concrete porch. They’re still in the backyard. Then why do I feel so uneasy, as if I’m being watched?

“Are you okay?” Nick asks, holding out his arm for me.

I link my arm through his and we set off down the street toward the harbor. “I’m fine. Where are you taking me? Another boat ride?”

“Yes, but this time I’ve got a much bigger boat.”

“A much bigger boat? Sounds like I’m in for quite a ride.”

He laughs and leans over to kiss my temple. “You have a dirty mind, cariño.”

“You have no idea,” I mutter to myself, thinking of the multiple times I’ve pleasured myself to thoughts of Daimon.

“What did you say?” he asks as we descend the stairs from the street down to the harbor.

“Nothing.”

We arrive at the harbor and I immediately notice that there’s a different boat docked here than the last time we came. This sailboat is a bit bigger than the other one and this one seems to be stocked with servants. A crew of three men stand on the deck smiling down at us, while another gentleman stands next to a stairway, which has been unfolded to meet us on the dock.

“Buenas noches, Señor Costa,” the gentleman on the dock says, waving his hand toward the staircase leading up to the deck. “Todo está listo para una gran aventura.”

“What did he say?” I ask Nick as he leads me toward the steps.

“He said everything is ready for a grand adventure.”

I climb the steps toward the deck, wondering why I’m feeling creeped out by the wide smiles plastered across the faces of the boat servants in their tuxedos. But I’m not exactly used to being treated like royalty. And I don’t think I could ever get used to this.

One of the men who is possibly a waiter, leads us to the front of the boat where a table dressed in white linen and set with elegant tableware for two awaits. He takes the bottle of wine from Nick and slips a corkscrew out of his pocket to open it. After he pours us each a glass, he nods and excuses himself so Nick and I can be alone.

Nick grabs both glasses and hands me one. “To a pleasant reunion with your parents and—”

The boat begins pulling away from the dock and the inertia pulls us both backward. Nick catches me before I tumble onto the dining table, but I still manage to spill a good bit of red wine on the white tablecloth. I grab a napkin, dipping it in the glass of ice water on the table, then I attempt to remove the stain.

Nick clamps his hand around my wrist. “Leave it. They’ll wash these later. Come.”

I leave my glass of wine on the table and follow him toward the front of the boat. Grabbing the railing, I close my eyes and breathe in the fresh air. The air smells better at night, once most people have pulled their smoggy cars into their driveways and the winds have died down. The late evening is when you can fully appreciate the scents of nature as they settle and unfurl all around you. God, I miss walking the streets at night.

Nick downs his entire glass of wine and tosses the glass overboard. Then he presses his chest against my back, placing his hands on the railing on either side of me, caging me in. His lips graze the back of my ear and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Maybe we should sit down,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the roar of the water as the boat is propelled forward.

His tongue darts out, tracing the shell of my ear as his right arm curls around my waist, pulling my backside flush against the bulge beneath his slacks. His fingers curl around the bottom of my shirt as he slowly lifts it up then slides his warm hand inside the waistband of my skirt.

“What are you doing?” I whisper a bit louder this time.

“I’m going to give you a grand adventure.”

His hand slides lower until it’s inside my panties. He fumbles around a little, pressing on the wrong places until he finds my opening. He slips his thick middle finger inside me and grunts in my ear.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re not wet.”

I’m about to reach for his arm to pull his hand out of my panties when he moves his finger and finally finds my clit. “Oh, God.”

He chuckles softly. “There it is.”

I grip the railing, knuckles white as he strokes me slowly. This is so much better than doing it myself. I twist my head around, then I reach back to grab his neck and pull his mouth to mine. He kisses me hard as he caresses my clit and I forget about everything and everyone else around us. Grinding my hips in sync with the rhythm of his hand, I moan louder with each passing moment. Nick continues to chuckle every so often, amazed by my response to his touch.

“Oh, Daimon!”

Shit!

Nick freezes and my eyelids fly open. I yank his hand out of my skirt and smooth down my shirt, trying to ignore the piercing glare he’s casting in my direction.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“Who’s Daimon?”

I push past him and head for the dining table. “Just someone I knew a long time ago. He’s… dead. He died recently and he was just on my mind. It’s very… sad.”

He sits across the table from me and stares at my full glass of wine for a moment. “I’m sorry to hear that your friend died. That must be very difficult.”

Very difficult? I guess that’s one way to describe what it feels like to kill someone you love.

Love? Do I love Daimon?

Suddenly, I feel sick to my stomach. Nick pushes my glass of wine toward me and I shake my head, feeling both ashamed for screaming Daimon’s name while Nick was touching me and relieved. Relieved that I’ve at least admitted my feelings for Daimon to myself.

“Drink something. It will help you loosen up,” Nick insists, tapping his finger on the stem of the wine glass.

I don’t know if it’s the motion of the boat or the weight of this new realization, but there’s no way I’ll be able to eat or drink right now. And there’s no way I can drink wine while I’m pregnant with the child of the man I love.

I love Daimon.

My eyes well up with tears and I stare at the wine glass so I don’t have to see the expression on Nick’s face.

I love my father’s murderer. The father of my child.

My protector and my enemy.

I wipe the tears from my cheeks and look up into Nick’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I just got a little emotional. I didn’t mean for this to be awkward.”

“No, it’s okay. I understand. You lost someone very important, yes?”

I swallow the knot in my throat, then I sit up straight and draw in a long breath. “He was nobody. He… he’s the person who burned me. And I swore I’d never let it happen again, so let’s eat.”

I’m pregnant. I’m allowed a brief emotional breakdown every now and then. Whether or not I love Daimon doesn’t matter. If he is still alive, and he has the gall to show his face, I will finish him.

We get through the appetizer and soup course without any more tears or mishaps, but I’ve been guzzling so much water, I need a restroom quickly. I thought the weak bladder portion of a pregnancy came further down the road. At least, that’s what I’ve seen on TV. What kind of person gets their sex education from the television? That would be me.

Placing my napkin next to my plate, I rise from the table, feeling a bit wobbly. “I’m fine,” I say as Nick begins to rise. “I just have to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

The three men in tuxedos standing against the railing watch in confusion as I walk past them toward the back of the sailboat. One of them says something to me in Spanish as he follows me, but I just ignore him. I have to pee. I don’t have time for translations.

Once I reach the stairs leading down into the cabin of the boat, the guy grabs my arm roughly.

“Don’t touch me!” I shout, my instincts kicking in.

I twist his arm behind his back and slam him up against the wall of windows outside the staircase. His eyes widen with terror as I throw all my weight against his spine.

I sniff the air and quickly release him. “What’s that smell?”

I turn toward the cabin and both waiters grab my arms as I attempt to step inside.

“You are not allowed in there. Employees only,” says the one I just pinned a few seconds ago.

“I have to use the restroom,” I insist, though their grip continues to tighten around my arms. “Baño. I need to go.”

The other waiter shakes his head. “You wait until we get back.”

“I’ll piss my pants if I have to wait that long!”

“You wait,” he grunts.

Nick finally arrives. “Qué están haciendo? Suelta la!”

The men release me on Nick’s orders and I rub my arms, pretending to be frightened. Taking a few deep breaths, I draw in that familiar scent of soap and oak. I’m losing my mind or these guys are hiding something down there. But I’m not getting past them unless I’m in the mood to maim or kill someone tonight. They’re lucky I’m not.

“We need to go back,” I say, turning into Nick and wrapping my arms around his waist so he can protect me from the mean men. “I have to use the restroom and they won’t let me go down there.”

Nick argues with the men for a few more minutes, but they just block the entrance to the cabin and shake their heads, unwilling to budge. Finally, the boat is turned around and we arrive at the harbor twenty minutes later. Nick exchanges a few parting words with the men in tuxedos, whose faces remain hard and impassive. They look more like thugs than waiters now.

“I’m so sorry about that. I did not think they would do something like that. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I chuckle as he continues to rub my arm as we walk home. “I’m fine. I promise.” We climb the steps up to the street level and I try not to show my unease when I see the lights on inside my house. “Why don’t you go ahead to your house. I’m just going to use the restroom at home and turn off the lights. I must have left those on.”

He glances at my windows. “I don’t remember you leaving the lights on.”

“Alyssa! Nicolas! I’m so happy to see you.”

Nick and I turn toward the voice of my neighbor Elena. She’s waving at us as she rushes down her steps and out onto the street to greet us.

“Elena, how are you?”

She smiles at me and tilts her head. “You look different. Your face is… puffy.”

“Puffy?”

Did she just call me fat?

She shakes her head and turns to Nick. “Nicolas, tienes un sacacorchos me puedes prestar?” She turns to me and smiles. “A corkscrew. My husband lost ours again.”

“Yes, come with me.” Nick turns to me. “I’ll wait for you at the house.”

I nod as he sets off toward his cottage with Elena. As soon as they’re inside, I turn toward my house and all the tiny hairs on my arms stand on end at the sight of the flickering light within. No, I didn’t leave the lights on. And I especially didn’t leave any candles on considering I don’t own any candles.

I walk deliberately toward the front door, each step feeling heavier than the last. Placing my hand on the doorknob, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then I turn the knob and push the door open.

My heart pounds against my ribs, pulses in my fingertips, and roars inside my ears. The entire living room, every surface, is covered in burning candles and freesia.

Each step I take, the smell becomes stronger, until I’m practically choking on it. The candle flames flicker, washing the petals of the flowers in dancing light.

The sight is mesmerizing.

The smell is overwhelming.

Then comes the sound as the door clicks behind me.

He’s here.

“Ready to play, chérie?”

Thank you!

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