Chapter One:
Emily POV:
"I wanna talk to Sean," I said as they pulled me into the car.
As they shut the door, I looked out at Ian, a wave of guilt coming over me. He had no clue that the reason Interpol was knocking on his door was all because of me. I shouldn't have felt guilty though. He was a criminal. He had killed people, or had others do it for him; he had sold illegal guns that I'm sure eventually got countless people murdered. He was a cold-blooded monster. But yet, I was the one who felt like the monster.
I was silent as we drove away from the villa, but I heard the men talking into their earpieces, saying that everything was clear and that I had been extracted successfully and so on.
The villa was pretty far from the villa was pretty far from the city, so we mainly drove on backgrounds until finally making it to Florence.
The agent next to me answered his phone as we pulled out onto the main road.
"It's for you," he said, looking at me.
I nodded and took the phone from him.
"Hello," I answered, speaking for the first time since we left.
"Hello,darling."
It was Clyde.
"What the hell was that?" I demanded.
"What the hell was what?" He asked innocently.
"You know you could've told me you were coming today at the last check in," I continued.
"Then your reaction wouldn't be as believable," he explained.
"Believable? Clyde, you don't think I've been believable-" I argued.
"You were compromised and we had the information we needed," he said simply.
"Compromised? How was I-" before I could finish the thought, the light we were stopped at turned red, we began to go across, but when we did, so did a car coming from the other direction.
Everything froze as the car collided with ours. Smashing my door in. The last thing I heard was Clyde'a voice coming through the phone.
"Emily? Emily?"