Summary of A Well Hidden Secret: When Alex' father had had an MI6 mission, a Russian spy became pregnant from him. She was sent to a prison where she bore Alex' half-sister, Alexandra. Three years after Alex' MI6 adventures, she breaks out to kill Alex. In the last chapters, Mrs. Jones encounters Alex having killed Alex but having destroyed the body so that identification is only possible with DNA results. Alex is brought back to prison in Alaska while Mrs. Jones swears revenge for the female Alex' actings, including the murder on Mr. Blunt's daughter and hiring a contract killer to eliminate his wife.

Now, I'm sorry that this chapter is so long but I didn't know where to divide it into two parts.

Furthemore, in this first few lines, Alex is not very much in the focus, but the female Alex and an explanation of the time between AWHS I and A Well Hidden Secret II.

This story may be rated M but I do not recommend it for any children under the age of 18 due to explicit sex scenes and eventual strong language and violence.

Have fun reading it and please leave me a review. I actually hadn't wanted to write a follow-up but some people complained that Alex died and I wanted to make him live again. Which doesn't mean that he won't die in this story 3:)

Chapter 1

I haven't slept for more than thirty hours and I feel tired. I couldn't sleep on the plane nor on the train because I just have to be so careful. But now I feel safe once more. I pass the crowds of people.

Everything here is cramped, everything is overfilled with people, tourists and natives. I pass my way.

With my dark skin and dark hair I don't attract any attention. I reach the market place, it isn't big, but I can barely see the next to meters. There are few lights and people are dancing and cheering and drinking.

I work my way to the little bar and see men playing poker. I watch them. There are only two men left in the game, a French man, I assume according to the accent, and a Briton, blonde hair, muscular, hasn't obviously not shaven his three-days-beard for a week.

The last card was turned around and the British man won. The cheering got louder and the French left his place. I sat down next to the British man who's gathering his money.

"Enjoying your death, Mr. Bond?" I ask smilingly.

He looks first up, then around. "How did you find me?" he asks but I don't believe that he's scared for anybody following them.

"I never lost you. But you were really quiet," I admit.

He nods, finished his glass and stands up. "How did you escape?" he asks when we leave the place.

We enter a more silent street with now lamps or any lights and I feel much better now.

"Like I did the last two times."

"Must be a real advantage to have boobs," he answers, he is obviously drunk. "Now, what do you want?"

I sigh. "I don't know. I just wanted to see you again, have a look how you are."

"I still haven't thanked you."

"For what? Hunting you? Killing you?"

He grabs my arm and pulls me back to look into my eyes. "Thanks, Alex. I still have no idea what you used me for, but you helped me to forget my past and start a new life."

"We're siblings, Alex. I couldn't kill you. There's too much that bonds us together…I visited your funeral. It was three weeks ago."

"How was it?"

"Mrs. Jones cried a lot. She really liked you."

He nods and we walk on. "How did you do it?" he suddenly asks.

"What?"

"Faking my death. The Autopsy must have shown that it wasn't me."

"They couldn't use your teeth for a match and I bribed the pathologist to alter the DNA. Nobody thinks there's any connection with the missing school boy. And the pathologist died a week ago in a car accident."

He laughs. "You must have really good relationships."

"In a matter of fact, I do. It took its time but in prison they realized that they needed me."

"For sex."

"Yes, but I fought my way through it."

"You fucked your way through."

"Something you never did."

He doesn't respond.

"Although it's maximum security prison, about half the guards are corrupt. The inmates still have relationships to outside and enjoy some privileges, what else for would they have come to Alaska? So, I managed to make some contacts and find some jobs and supporters."

"That's why you let yourself being caught again. You needed a few more contacts to follow me, to bribe the pathologist, get him killed and plan a life and hiding after your outbreak," he notices.

"You're fast, Alex," I say ironically and indicate him to turn left at the next corner.

"Where are we going?" he asks me.

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with poker, drinking and hiding?"

"Well, the part of hiding may be true."

"We need you to get a new look."

"And what then? Do you want to recruit me as a hit man?"

"You can decide, I'm flexible. But remember when you killed Julius Grief, you didn't want to feel anything, but it was kind of relief."

"How do you know that?"

"I felt something similar when I first killed."

"Similar?"

"I felt more joy. The good thing was, I couldn't be punished any harder, I already was on hell on earth," I say and he shakes his head.

"I still can't believe we're related," he mutters and we silently walk on.

I stop in front of a small building and lead him to the staircase to the cellar. We already hear the loud music of the disco and the bodyguards lets us pass. I've been here before, I already spent one week in this city, getting to know the underground and find some people who could use to killers.

But I already made clear before, that I wanted to return to Europe. Although I love this warm climate, the crowded place where you're anonym and the fact that I don't attract any attention with my dark skin, I want to return to my origin, so something between Russia and Britain would be perfect.

We walk down and the air is smoky and foggy and I fight my way to the Arabic barkeeper. I have a few words with him and he nods, so I grab Alex' hand and lead him to a backdoor. It is much more silent in the long, dark corridor. I knock at the last door on the right and here a 'Come in'.

I enter and see the five men sitting around the table playing Poker. Casey recognizes me, smiles, and indicates me to come over.

I sit down on his knees and he kisses me, not as if he would understand what romantic means. Not as if I understood that but I can be much more tender than you'll expect.

"I see you brought your half-brother," he says and then turns to Alex: "Do you play Poker?"

Alex nods unsurely.

"Then have seat." Casey gives him some chips and opens a new round.

The other players say nothing but concentrate on the game. "Haven't heard from you for two days," he says to me while watching his cards.

"I've been busy," I answer and throw his Blind in the middle. He smiles and kisses me on the cheek.

"So, Alex. I have heard a lot about you. But I don't think you want to spend the rest of your life like you did the last months, do you?" he asks my brother and I lean back on Casey's shoulder and watch the other four men play.

Casey (175 cm) isn't that tall like Marc (183 cm) was and he doesn't have his charm or kindness. He says what he wants and works for it and he has no intention into small-talk or anything that doesn't bring him any further.

He's the typical soldier, a typical villain, divorced, his wife died in a 'car accident' and as far as I know he has more than one child, to both of them no contact anymore.

"No. But I think my sister already has some plans what to do with me," Alex answers seriously.

"Ah, I see. Well…my name is Casey…I assume you have heard in what kind of business I'm active here…?"

"You do nearly everything in this town. But also play a big role in organized crime and drug scene in Europe."

"Interested?"

"In which of both?"

"Your choice. But I can tell you, your sister is a perfect killer. I watched her to eliminate one of my enemies. And I am sure that I don't want to be her enemy."

He fondles my waist and kissed me again while continuing playing. He is fifty, but still good looking (just google the actor called 'Casey Biggs', yes, I have a crush on Cardassians, he played one [species in Star Trek] in Deep Space Nine, Marc Alaimo also played one….and no, this is not the end of Star Trek references, sorry if that's a bit much…), he has middle-brown hair and not that tan skin which I have.

The round is over and they all show their cards. "I'm impressed, Alex. You won," he states fascinated.

He nods to the other players and three of them leave. I leave Casey's knees and sit down on one of the two empty chairs between Alex and Jeffrey, the other man who stayed sitting.

"But before we can trust you, Alex, we need to know if you're really willing to work for us," Jeffrey says (yes, Jeffrey Combs and guess: he's also a Star Trek actor, what surprise. Next to one of his famous roles as the Ferengi 'Brunt' he played the Vorta 'Weyoun' and yes…he looks best with violet-blue eyes, pale skin and those ears. So please have a look on google).

"What do you want me to do?" Alex asks.

I'm still suspicious, he was a spy for too long.

Jeffrey looks smilingly at his boss.

"We want you to kill someone," Casey answers.

"I'm so surprised," Alex answers ironically.

"We know about your days at MI6 and we know that you want these days to be over. We offer you a chance to proof that," Casey explains and Alex already feels that in case to be caught, he'd get the greatest trouble he ever had.

"There's currently an ongoing MI6 mission in Shanghai that we know about. Just two agents who are infiltrating a human traffic ring. We asked that they shouldn't be executed yet and we ask you to kill one of them," Jeffrey says.

"What about the other agent?"

"Alex will kill him," he answers with a side-glance on me.

I don't react, just stare at Alex and try to read his face.

"We need to be sure that you don't fool us. That wouldn't end very well…Alex will accompany you to Shanghai and we'll follow later. We have some unfinished business in China, too. After that, we'll discuss what in what role you two could be useful with us."

"It's time to turn the tables. Nobody would ever expect children to be professional hit men," Casey adds.

Alex looks from one men to the other. Jeffrey is a bit smaller than Casey, just 170cm, a bit taller than I am. He has pale skin, intensive eyes and I don't know why but I absolutely love his mouth, not only because it is kissing so perfectly.

"We have a little flat for you for this night. You two will take a flight to Shanghai tomorrow. We already arranged everything, brought your clothes to the flat, faked two passports and bought the tickets, Alex. Now, Jeffrey will show you where to sleep tonight," Casey said and Jeffrey and Alex stood up and disappeared.

Now, only he and I were left. "You trust Alex?"

I shrug. "He is my brother. I will either change him or kill him."

"That's the Alex I know," he laughs and takes the pack of cigarettes from the table. He lights one and stars at the table. "He's a good Poker player," he mentions.

I sit down on the seat right next to him. "He learnt it from his uncle. Like he learnt about everything from him."

"You think we shouldn't trust him. Why have you then brought him here?"

"He can be changed. I wouldn't send him on mission alone at first. He's been through a lot and hell knows what is going on in his mind."

He smiles and blows the smoke right into my face. He kisses me again and presses my head closer to his one. "I think I know where you'll stay tonight," he mutters and takes another drag. "Now, where have you been the last two days? I missed you."

We still sit close to each other and I can see the cruelty in his eyes. It's not easy to find a man like him.

"I encountered a man. He is running a drug business in the south and he wanted me to join."

"What did you say?"

"Well, I said yes so that we could have sex. And then I eliminated another competitive of yours," I purr and he laughs.

"What would I do without you?" he asks and flips the ash into the ashtray.

"You would need to fuck someone else?" I mutter silently.

He smiles, but answers: "Yeah, most likely a hooker with bigger tits, a nice smile on her face and most wonderful hair…but she probably wouldn't understand anything of what I am doing here and in no way help me with it."

He drags his cigarette and blows the smoke again in my face which is leaning forward to kiss him.

He responds the long tongue kiss, but I don't feel any emotions in it. I'd really like to see how someone falls in love or at least tries hard to not only please oneself. But in the past few years, I learnt to become aroused just by pleasing a man or seeing the orgasm expression in his face.

"Shouldn't we do it right here?" he asks in his business tone.

"No…" I decide. "I could use a bed right now and more privacy. Especially the last thing is what I missed and will miss most."

"You don't plan returning to prison, do you? You can't escape all the time. It has been a wonder that you managed three times. MI6 is still searching you and CIA and Interpol joined the hunt."

"I see you informed well. But I don't think I'll be able to escape them forever," I say honestly.

He fondles my hair and gives me a short kiss on my mouth. He takes the last drag and grinds the cigarette in the ash tray.

"Then let's go," he blows the smoke through his teeth and we both stand up and leaned against his chest and feeling his arm on my waist, we leave the room.

We walk through the bar and I already notice his bodyguards again following us. We step outside and I can again breathe fresh air again which makes me feel so relieved.

We move through the crowd of the late night but we never lose our protective shadows. He still has me tight in his hands and we step into the dark car and sit down at the backseat.

I'm leaning my head on his shoulder and close my eyes while he plays with my long and curly, dark brown hair. "You have wonderful hair, you know that?" he whispers into my ear and starts kissing my hair, my forehead and my neck.

I have to smile, all men are the same, driven by their tiny dicks.

I hope he'll just nail me tonight and that after the objective in Shanghai I'll have some more time for Jeffrey, since we encountered in West India three weeks ago we used to spend some nights together, he then brought me here and I became Casey's little doll, but that didn't mean Jeffrey couldn't have fun with me either.

The drive takes us about twenty minutes until we arrive at the little hotel where he's staying. It's tinier than where he usually resides during some of his business trips but I feel more comfortable in a scruffy and run-down, unobtrusive place and I think he respects that privacy you have in it, too.

So we enter the tiny hotel room with the double-bed that's filling nearly the whole room and the small bathroom at our left. "So, now we're here…" he whispers into my ear when he closes the door.

I turn around and push him against that door, starting to kiss him crazily.

"Oh, fuck me," he gasps, then regaining strength again, responding that kissing and pushes me through the room and down on the bed.

He opens my blouse very fast and pulls it off, throws my bra on the other side of the bed and crawls onto me.

"Now, you dirty bitch," he mutters and we both crawl further on the bed, me lying above him.

"So, what do you want me to do?" I ask, again kissing, like Marc he has the typical smell of cigarette but without peppermint mixing like my dear Marc I killed. I don't know yet if I should kill Casey as well, but he's a big wheel in the underground…although in case there might be a riot able to get started, I wouldn't deny to lead it.

I remove his shirt and press my tiny boobies on his chest, feeling how my nipples are hardening and making him smile. I kiss his neck, his chest and belly and start opening his trousers.

My hands glide into his underpants and feel what's in there.

I am fully naked now and soon is he, so that I reach for the rubber. He wants to complain but I put my finger on his mouth. He licks it and without a word I put the condom on very softly.

We change sides, he above me, moving his pelvis back and forward, first slowly, then getting faster and I see the relieve on his face, he's starting to breathe so heavily,

so do I, mostly feeling so aroused because he does, it satisfies me to please the men, so I'm opening my mouth as wide as he does, his head is coming down to mine, he kisses me again and again, touching and crushing my tiny hooters without that tenderness but with pleasure.

"You know, Alex, you don't have the biggest tits, but you're better than any moll with double D I fucked yet," he pants for air and closes his eyes.

I smile touching his back, fondling his neck and through his hair. Then he lies down onto me, my hands buried in his hair and his ones in mine. His chest is lifting and lowering fast. I smell his cheap aftershave and my legs are clutching around his body.

We are lying like that for some moments before he rolls off next to me and stares at me.

"You're such a wonderful, young woman, you know that, Alex? You're not only the best killer I've ever seen, you also done the best sex to me. And believe me, I've had a lot of that in my life already," says the fifty-years old to me. I don't answer but stare into his cold, dark eyes and respond that smile.

"Now, pass me over my package," he whispers and I open the draw of the night table, sit up to have a better look, feel him crawling and sit up next to me, cuddling a bit, I found the cigarettes and his lighter. I take one and put it in my mouth.

"You really shouldn't. I wanna care for you and that's not quite good if you wanna stay in that good shape," he mentions and I light the cigarette to take a deep breath.

"I've been in prison for so long time and you deny me everything," I complain sarcastically.

He holds out his hand, I take another long and relaxing drag before I hand it him over.

"I know you'd probably kill me for that comment, but you're kind of cute," he says and he's right, I should kill him for that, but he kisses me on my cheek and hugs me with his right arm.

"You think that Alex will kill that guy…Wolf?" he then changes topic. He breathes his smoke out and I inhale it very deeply, closing my eyes and smiling, open them and lean my head against his shoulder

"They have become friends and I think this will show if we truly…can trust him more," I say.

"You don't sound confidential."

"He's a mental wrack, Casey. He suffers from severe traumas and I have no idea what his real intentions are. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought him here to find out if this son of a bitch can still be turned into an evil man. He has the right potential."

"Scorpia said he hadn't."

"Scorpia wasn't tactful enough."

"Don't you tell me anything about being tactful."

"You know what I mean," I say and take the cigarette out of his mouth to have a drag again.

He sighs and grabs it back.

"I wanna turn him. If that's not possible – and we're about to see that very soon – I'll kill him, I promise, before he can make any trouble."

"Like the last time you 'killed' him?"

"I wanted to give him a chance. After all, he's my brother."

"Half-brother."

"He must at least share some genes with me."

"Yeah, but remember: He got the good ones from your father but he didn't get the evilness of your mother, but the good ones of his mummy."

"Don't be crazy," I complain and push him softly.

He laughs and kissed me on my head. "You're really so cute…"

"Yeah, and I've slept with guys twenty years older than you so you shouldn't complain!" I remind him in return.

I take his cigarette for the last drag and grind it on the night table.

Now it is my turn to kiss him, his cheeks, his neck which isn't as impressive as Marc's was, his chest and down to his dick which I lick now.

While I'm giving his head, Alex and Jeffrey arrive at the unobtrusive building outside of the town.

There are small rooms and they encounter several men and sluts passing their ways so that Alex directly knows in what kind of district they've landed. Jeffrey opened another door which showed a little room with only a bed and a sofa on which the little stolen back with Alex' clothes were lying.

On the right side, there was a bathroom with two towels hanging there. "We'll be there tomorrow at nine o'clock," Jeffrey said and wished him a good night, leaving Alex alone in the apartment in Dhaka.

He sighed and fell down on the bed all tired. He hasn't had such a bed and such privacy in a long time. The past few months he had travelled through the work, doing some dirty jobs to earn money and somehow arrived at South Asia.

He tried to never reveal his name, never talked a lot to anybody, never attracted attention. He knew that in England his funeral had been and he hoped that his sister hadn't made any mistake and that his death was for sure.

He had no real new objective in his life and was curious what task he may had to tackle tomorrow.

(Sorry, missed that following part during my first upload:)

It was exactly nine o'clock in the morning when somebody knocked on Alex' door. He opened and wasn't surprised to see his own half-sister smiling at him. "Ready?" she asked.

He nodded and took his bag. They walked down the corridor and the staircase and entered the car which was parking in front of the building. They both sat down on the backseat and she nodded to the driver, one of the men Alex had yesterday seen watching him and Jeffrey.

"It would be nice if you told me any details," Alex complained and tried to read his sister's face, unavailingly.

"I'll tell you enough when we're arriving in Shanghai, Alex. Don't worry, I just need to be sure to trust you."

"So it is someone I know? Listen, I'm no fool. Whoever this is, I will do it, okay? I'm changed, I see that you had your reasons to escape prison. And you aren't like it is written in the files."

I had to smile. Really not like in the files, which described me as cynical, psychopathic, nuts and addicted to violence and torture. Well, I think this is a really nice description of me.

I lean back and close my eyes. I haven't had so much sleep this night and the happenings are still passing my eyes and I must say I really enjoy being close to Casey, he reminds me a bit of myself, unfortunately with the death humor and the tendency to torture and feeling so much joy in it.

The traffic is slow and with an average speed of twenty kilometers per hour we crawl toward the direction of the airport where we arrive after three hours. Alex has already dozen off again, I'm listening to the music of my MP3-Player and look outside the window.

I assume this is not really what Mrs. Jones thinks I am doing right now. In general, this is, as far as I take along, not the typical behavior of a mean girl like me. But perhaps I'm tired of playing the perfect movie villain for MI6. I don't wanna say I wasted my years in prison, but right now I'd like to do what I like. Just have a bit fun before reality caches up with me again. We take our stuff and I hand over the passport to Alex.

"Julian O'Brien (Star Trek^^), are you serious?" he asks when he reads the name. "Where do you have the photo from?"

"Better don't ask," I respond while we're walking up the staircase. "My name's Jadzia O'Brien, we're siblings, on vacation in China. We come from Glasgow and we're both nineteen years old, okay? Your birthday is still the same so that you aren't confused. By the way, we're twins, because we're both born within nine months."

"You're really thinking about everything, are you?" he says in surprise.

"Why do you think I still live?" I answer sarcastically and really ask myself why I haven't killed him yet.

Perhaps I become too kind and emotional on my old days, I think, when we're entering the gates of the huge glass-building. He was impressed by the architecture but has no time to watch around. He followed his sister to the check-in and the security check followed.

Alex was surprised how easily they had passed and now they were both inside so fast. Alex had given him a small rucksack where he could pack some important things. Now they were sitting on the huge windowsill in an abandoned corridor and watch the planes starting and landing.

"Alex…why didn't you kill me?" he suddenly asked, looking at the girl. Has she been sliming even more since they'd last seen each other?

"Why should I? Listen, Alex. I may have hated you all the time. While I was imprisoned with those motherfuckers of men, you had a nice life in London. But then you got involved with law enforcement and MI6 and I even hated you more for this…and your father for sleeping with my mother."

"I agree with you that Mr. Blunt is an asshole and that he shouldn't have done this to you. But what changed your mind?"

"After we met for the first time, I thought a lot about you. I had been so determined to plan your death that I hadn't noticed how much we actually have in common."

"About nothing."

"More than you think, Alex. I know what you think. You are not as cruel and inhuman as I am but you have the potential to becoming more. And I mean not a puppet of the MI6."

He didn't respond but then asked: "How did you get along with your mother? She raised you, didn't she?"

I nod. "She has been kind to me, but nobody else was. Actually the guards raised and protected me but the dumped me with my mum and all the inmates. They had been abusing her and as soon as I could walk the guards forced me to work.

My mum slept with one of the most dangerous prisoners there and she asked him to protect me. I were raised to defend myself and trying to survive is the only thing I've done my whole life. But now I want to experience some things before I either go back into perdition or die," I clarify.

After an hour of waiting we enter the plane and thirty minutes later we high above the ground. I enjoy flying, I do really like to be independent from the world under us.