This is a new story called 'Desiring Drusilla' that I have been working on. I know that I already writing two other stories, but yeah… I hope that you like it, and please tell me what you think.
I am running. I have been running whole my life. I have been running from governments, my family, my husband, and all in between. I have had more identities than Bin Laden and Snowden together. I was born in Sweden where I lived till I was 5 years old. My family and I then ran from Sweden till Saudi-Arabia, because the Swedish government did not understand my family´s way of living. They did not accept my father´s way of life to be presides. His tastes was… very… violence and often full of blood and power. Back then my name was My Johansson, but then we moved till Saudi-Arabia where I got a new name, and my family lived the life that my father thought was acceptable for a family who are a part of the Saudi-Arabian royal family. My father was the half-brother to the present king. My father was next in line if the king would die. So we were royals… I was a princess. Princess Nawel bin Abdulaziz Al Saud. Nawel meant 'gift' in Arabian, because I was the gift that would bring power and wealth to our family so that we never have to fear a life without money and status. Not that it was a possibly, because people in Saudi-Arabia lived on money that they got from selling oil to USA and Europa. When I was a week from turning 18, my family married me away to a man, who I did not know. A man, who… I thought, would love me… His name was Dimitri Vasiliev, and he was at the time the son of the leader of the Russian Mafia. This way my family could insure an alliance with the Mafia and money that this alliance would bring them was used to insure the royal family. We went on our honeymoon to Paris, and when we returned to Russia, we were married by Russian law. There I got a new name: Nadesjda Vasiliev. Nadesjda means 'hope' in Russian. The hope that I would bring a rich and fertile alliance that both countries would get something out of. I was called Nadia by everyone in the Mafia. I was a perfect wife… but I just could not live like that… So I ran and now… Now I have a new identity and new name. This time my name was Drusilla Hale… which meant 'brave'. My safety name given to me by the American government is Anette Woods.
The first time that I met agent Victor Benedict, I knew. I knew that he was a man that I needed to stay clear of. He was… the kind of man who would take a woman´s heart without noticing which in the end would break the taken heart. And the last thing that I needed was to fall in love with someone like him – or anyone else for that matter. Love only complicates things, and I did not to complicate my life even more than it already was. And was my life complicated? Hell yeah, I was on the run from my husband… who happened to be the leader of the Russian Mafia… and also a bit mad… mad about me. He wanted me… I knew that that was not a bad thing, but he… he was obsessed with me. I could not go outside without him asking me all kinds of questions: Where did you go? Who were you with? Are you having an affair? And so many more question. In the end… it just became too much. I could not breathe and was scared of leaving my own room, because I knew that he would interrogate me until he got the answers that he wanted. One time he interrogated me for a mouth, because he thought that I had an affair with one of our servants… He killed the servant as an example both for me and everyone else. I was his…, and if anyone as much as touched me or even thought about it than he would kill them and everyone that they ever met. That was when I realized that my husband was unstable. He would kill anyone if they came too close to me. Back then I wondered what he would do if we ever got a child… I feared for that day… I better than anyone could tell what he would do, because of what he had done to me over the years. I was scared for the day when he lost it completely. I feared that he one day would kill me, because he thought that it would be the only way for him to insure that no one else could have me. I truly feared for it… So one day after almost a year´s planning… I ran. Looking back I am glad that I did it. I do not think that I would have survived in the end if I did not run. Dimitri Vasiliev, my husband would have killed me. It was just a question of when and where… But in the end he would have. Therefor I felt almost not regret. The only regret that I felt was towards my family for failing as their daughter… That failure has haunted me ever since… I failed my family and Allah. I failed as a daughter and as a wife. I deserved to be to be punished, but I liked to live as well.
The first time that I met Victor Benedict was when he arrested me… Me and everyone else at the bar where I worked. It was part of a big investigate to close some of the drug trafficking that happened in Denver at the time. I remember it as it was yesterday. Victor and his partner came in the door pretending to be a pair of friends who were looking for a good time. Damn, they fouled everyone… but me. I was the bartender who served them their drinks.
"Two agents like the two of you should not be drinking on the job, now should you?" I said which clearly got Victor´s attention – Well the man that I today know as Victor.
"How did you know?" He asked while his partner – a tall, well-built, white man with dark hair and green eyes – was looking at a couple dancing. The same said couple was almost having sex while still wearing clothes. Dry fucking.
"Well, you may foul everyone else, but you cannot foul me." I said tiredly. It had been a long night, and all I really wanted in this moment was to sleep, but that was not an opinion.
"Why not?" Victor said as one of my co-workers walked over to me. Paul, his name was. He most likely thought that I needed some help getting rid of them.
"Is there a problem, Drue?" Paul asked.
"Not really. This guy is just trying to get my number." I answered as I poured their water in a fancy looking drink.
"Here you go." I said to the man that I later got to know as Victor Benedict. Now in that second he was just a stupid agent who thought very too highly about his and his partner´s skills, but I was to know better.
"So Drue, are you going to give this man your number?" Paul asked. I sighted, because the only reason for him to ask was, because he wanted my number too. Like that was ever going to happen. No way in Hell. No even if he was the last man on this Earth.
"Unlike you I know this place´s policies about that; so no." I said.
"You are not?" Victor said. I had named him Tall, Dark and Handsome. He sounded almost heartbroken. Damn, he could be a good actor as well as good eye candy.
"Nope. Policies, you understand."
"I do, but I thought that we could be something." So he wanted to play. Then play we shall.
"Yeah, like Rihanna and Christ Brown."
"Before or after…" More he did not say, because the rest of the agents just stormed the bar. I looked at him and sighted. I needed to leave, before someone thought that I should be in hand cuffs and on my way to the station or worse FBI headquarters. I started to walk slowly out, but Victor… he really did not like that idea.
"Drue or whatever your name is, you are not leaving." He said.
"Why not?" I said stupidly.
"Because you are under arrest anything that you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…" He said – Reading my rights up.
"This cannot be happening. Fuck!" I said as Victor hand cuffed me. This day just sucked, and it was only getting worse.