Authoress' Note: I'm kinda standing on my head about this part. I argued with myself about the last section being the beginning of part five, but I think it sounds better in four. I guess I'll what you guys think. Thank you again for all the review. This story has over a 1000hits already, I'm still just shocked. I'm editing five right now, so it should be up within the next day or two. I want this have a 'movie' feel to it. I just wish I could speak Spanish, so I could implement that element into it, but I oh well, can't have it all. Thank you for reading the story. I hope you enjoy this part.
Ticket To Berlin: Part Four
Berlin, Germany: 12:05pm (Saturday)
Brigham Collins walked out of the bedroom of his suite and into the living room and arched his eyebrow at the blonde sipping coffee. "Hannah, why are you in my room?"
Her brown eyes met his as she explained simply, "I needed somewhere to sleep." She poured a cup of coffee and handed it him. "Trevor and the Chinese nympho brought two girls back with them from that stupid club."
"I see." Collins took a sip of the coffee. He and Hannah were the brains of the family. Trevor was just an adrenalin junkie, who could drive the wheels off a car. Collins looked more like Hannah then her own twin did, they were often confused for siblings. He personally had no use for Trevor, but Hannah wouldn't work for him if he didn't allow Trevor to. Her twin really was her only weakness. He set the drink down and started to work on his tie.
"Let me." Hannah walked up to him and brushed his hands away. "You're meeting with Eisenberg today?"
"We are having tea at two. I'll need to run by the club first though." He cleared his throat. "Verone will be there as well."
One corner of Hannah's lips turned upward, giving her a crooked smile. "It's been a while since I've seen Carter."
Collins narrowed his eyes, "You won't be seeing him. The last time you two were in the same room, you hit him with a cricket bat."
"He started it." She re-measured the length of the tie sides. "Who are you taking with you?"
"No one it's just tea."
"No, in London it's just tea." She wrapped one line of the tie over the other. "This is not your city, this is Eisenberg's city and Carter is going to be there. You need to take someone with you, just in case. Take Hans he's good with a gun." She looped the knot of the tie carefully.
"I can't take him. He's taking Letty to the market; she needs things for her child."
Hannah paused. "Hans Dahlquist, the Sweed?"
"I only employ one Hans and he's been on my payroll for years. What is the problem?" He straightened his neck.
"You are an idiot."
"Excuse me? Hannah, you had better watch…"
She placed her hands on his shoulders and smoothed out his shirt. "Calm down. I just don't understand what you're thinking. Has Hans been watching Letty for a while?"
"He's taken her in to town once or twice and he's been watching her son, when she has to leave."
"Brig, two years ago Hans would have been fine watching that woman and her child, but now it's a mistake." She finished tying the knot and pulled it snug. "Do you remember what happened to him two years ago?"
"His wife died." He picked up his coffee and sipped it.
"No his pretty dark-haired wife and infant son died in a fire." Hannah enunciated. "And now you have him watching your pretty dark-haired captive and her infant son. Do you see the problem here? Even if he hasn't attached himself to Letty, I would bet my life that he's connected to that baby. If you told him to kill the child, he wouldn't. I guarantee it."
Collins was quiet for a moment. "You have a point."
"I have my moments." She smiled coyly.
He pulled out his cell phone and sent Hans a text that told the Sweed to come pick him up, rather than going to pick up Letty. After it sent he dialed Letty's number.
"What do you want?" Her voice was tired.
"Good you're awake." He smirked. "There's been a change in plans. I can't spare Hans to take you into town."
"I need things for my son. You told me this wouldn't be an issue today." Letty ground her teeth together.
"I suppose I could arrange for someone else to take you out." He paused. "It would require a favor on your part."
"I'm sure it does. What do you want?"
"Dinner."
"Just dinner?"
"I give you my word. I haven't broken it yet have I?" He chuckled.
She sighed into the phone. "Whatever. I'll do it."
"Good. Someone will come get you within the hour. But for tonight, I think I'll send someone to get you ready. Expect them at 7pm." He hung up the phone and smiled at Hannah. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to…"
"I'd rather piss glass."
Azores Island: 10:30am (Saturday)
Mia O'Conner stretched in bed and realized that her husband was not there. She got up, went to the bathroom and started looking for Brian. She found him sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. He was muttering to himself, but she couldn't make out what he was saying.
"Hey you." She called out to him and watched him jump out of his skin.
He looked up at her and gave her a forced smile. "You're awake. Feeling ok?" When she nodded, he crossed the room and hugged her a little too tightly. "I love you. God, Mia, I love you so much."
Mia's heart clenched as a million different disasters ran through her mind. She let him hold her for another moment before she dared to ask. "What happened?"
He pulled her down into a chair and dropped onto one knee next her. He kissed her stomach and whispered an, "I love you" to their unborn child.
Tears sprang into her eyes, "Brian please, you're scaring me. What happened? Is it Dom? Did something…"
"No. Mia, he's fine." He looked up at her, "Please don't cry." He wiped the tears away from her face and sat down next to her. "I need…I'm just not…"
Mia held his gaze, and waited for him to continue.
He was at war with himself. He needed to tell her, but what if it wasn't true. Could he put her through that, when it might be nothing? He been sitting at the table weighing his options and he didn't like a single one of them. He drew a breath. "When's Dom supposed to be here?"
"Tomorrow; in the afternoon. Brian, what's wrong?" She gripped his hand. "Please tell me."
"Something might have happened, but I'm not sure. And I don't want to tell you until I'm absolutely sure. I need to go and find out the truth, but I don't want to put you through any more stress… I need you to trust me." He rambled nearly incoherent. "I just…"
"Brian." She squeezed his hand, "I trust you." When he looked shocked at her instant admission, she continued. "I'm sure that 'for better or worse' includes whatever this is or isn't. Brian, I trust you. What do you need to do?"
He hugged her again and kissed the top of her hair. "Thank you." He pulled away and held her face in his hands. "I promise that I will be back, but I need to go to Europe."
She leaned in and kissed him. "Okay. I'll be here, but what do I tell Dom? Or does he know about this already?"
Brian sat back in the chair, "No. He doesn't know. I don't want him to know anything's wrong. Just tell him that I need to go buy things for the baby."
"And if you don't come back for three days?"
"Tell him, that you made me go to Switzerland for Swiss chocolate." Brian gave her a real smile.
Mia put her hands on her hips, "Oh, I see, the plan is to blame the crazy pregnant woman."
"If she'll let me." He bit his lip and looked at his cell phone. "I need to go call Roman, okay?"
She nodded and let him walk out onto their back porch.
"Vince told you he was cop and you didn't believe him!"
"Leon, you're not fucking helping screaming at him." Letty snarled, before she started coughing.
"You're fucking hurt; Vince is probably dead and it's all his god-damn fault." Leon screamed.
"Lay off him and pack your shit."
"I ain't going anywhere until I find Jesse."
"You will go where and when I tell you." Dom's voice was firm, but still quiet, he must still be thinking.
"Oh fuck you man!" Leon shot back.
There was a crash against the wall and Dom started roaring angrily, "Fuck me? Fuck you, Leon! I took you and Jesse in when you had nothing! I will find Jesse and you will get Letty across that fucking border! Now pack your shit."
Footsteps pounded up the stairs.
"You too." Dom's voice was calmer now. "Go with Leon. I will find you in Mexicali. I know you don't like this, but please trust me."
Another round of footsteps pounded up the stairs.
Dom walked into the kitchen, where Mia had been listening to the whole thing. Her eyes were clenched shut and tears ran down her face. She was sitting on the counter, hugging a picture of the team to her chest. He walked up to her and tipped up her chin. She opened her eyes and threw her arms around his neck.
"I didn't know." She sobbed. "I swear, I didn't know, Dom. I'm sorry. I ruined everything."
"You didn't do any of this." He tried to comfort her. "We'll all be together again, I promise."
Mia watched Brian pacing on the porch. She bit her lip and looked at their wedding photo. Was it so much to ask for her family to have a little peace and happiness?
Berlin, German: 1:00pm (Saturday)
Letty looked through the peephole of the door and saw the large dark-skinned man in the hallway. His head had been shaved clean, which was in complete contrast to the long-haired Irish man next to him. The bald man pulled the key out of his shirt pocket and popped the lock on the door.
"Howdy Love." He smiled broadly as he and the other man entered her room. They were careful, not to let the door close all the way.
Letty folded her arms over her chest, "Damon, what are you and Will doing here?"
"Don't be so fussy, Letty. Collins sent us over to escort you into town." Damon explained. "We tried to call, but your cell goes straight to voicemail."
"Collins is the only one who can call into it." She shrugged. "I gotta finish getting dressed. I'll be right back out."
Damon nodded and watched her walk down the hallway, the tank-top she was wearing showed off the nasty bruising on her back. He hadn't realized that she'd hit the truck that hard last night. He couldn't believe she was moving around without complaint. This woman was made of some tough shit. He looked around the room, "Nice digs. I think you got a better room than me. But what's with the lock only working from the outside?"
"Beats me." Letty called out the lie, not knowing if he was on the up and up or a plant. She smoothed out the front of her long sleeved blouse, before retrieving the rest of her outfit from the closet. She secured the baby sling around her front and put AJ in it carefully. She swung AJ's bag over her shoulder and walked back out to the living room.
Both men stared at her in disbelief, "What is that?" Will finally asked nervously.
"A Maya Wrap."
Damon, who was standing behind Will, found his voice and chuckled. "I think Will here was referring to what was in the carrier."
Letty looked down at the sleeping baby, "This is AJ."
"Well that explains… nothing, but okay."Damon nodded, "And the rest of that mess you're wearing…"
"Collin's dress code for me." She shrugged. "Are we ready?"
"Lead the way, Love." Damon held the door for her.
Berlin, Germany: 1:30pm (Saturday)
Gisele Harabop stood in the five-inch Gucci shoes and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She fastened the buckle around her ankle and straightened the flower embellishment, these had been an extravagant purchase, but she didn't really care. She was good with guns, cars and explosives, but she loved her heels. She liked being sexy. Standing in nothing but her bathrobe and the high-dollar shoes made her feel fantastic. She opened the door of the bathroom and modeled them for the man, who had been very patient while she'd shopped for them yesterday.
"Nice get-away-sticks," Commented the impressed man watching from his seat on the bed. "I like the shoes too."
"Oh yeah?" She strutted toward him nice and slow. She leaned forward and kissed him slow and deep. "Does that mean you'll take me out tonight?"
"If you want." Han smirked and ran a hand up her leg.
"Good." She stood up straight, "Wait until you see dress."
"I'd rather look at what's under it." He smiled and paced out to the balcony. He stirred her coffee and pulled the stick out. He twirled the stick his fingers, before putting it in his mouth.
He looked down at the market below their room. They had picked a good spot to crash for the next few nights. This place had history and energy; plus the market gave him things to look at. The shops lined the street and were already busy. He watched a group of teenagers goofing around and the older couple glaring at their antics. He notice a pair of men: one black, one white: both following a woman, whose face was covered up. The breeze picked up, and the woman brushed the scarf back, without much grace.
"Well she married into that." Gisele pointed out. She had returned from the bathroom in a tank-top dress with a belt around the middle.
Han glanced at her for a moment, and then looked back down. "How can you tell?"
"That's a niqab, it's a covering that conservative Muslim women wear. Judging by how she's dressed and the baby in her arms, she'd have at least ten years experience with that head covering." She pointed as the woman pushed at it again. "But, she looks uncomfortable; she's fighting with it. She wouldn't struggle with it unless she wasn't born into that world." She kissed his cheek. "Why so fascinated?"
Han watched the woman and the baby for another moment before shaking his head. "I have no idea." He pulled her into his lap. "What else are we doing today?"
"Baby gift." She reminded tapping his nose. "We promised Mia that we would visit end of next week. We need to handle the baby gift you promised her."
"Alright, but we'll need to think of something else to keep us busy. Our reservations at the Günnewig Rheinturm aren't until 9 tonight."
Her eyebrow arched, "You made reservations?"
His hand slid up her thigh, "Wait until you see the view."
Berlin, Germany: 1:30pm (Saturday)
"You look ridiculous in that." Damon teased. "How do you eat in that thing?"
Letty growled and brushed the fabric away from her face, for what felt like the millionth time. "I don't." She looked down at AJ, who was staring at her, his eyes wide. "It's okay, little man, I'm still momma." She grabbed the package of diapers and threw it in the cart.
"What's Collins holding over you anyway?" Damon had remained as close as a shadow, since they'd left the hotel. Will on the other hand was wandering all over the place; they hadn't seen him for at least ten minutes.
"Why do you think he's holding anything over me?" She picked up a bottle of lotion.
He leaned over her shoulder and took the bottle from her, before she could argue he handed her another one. "This one's better." Damon leaned down to her eyelevel. "Your hotel room only unlocks from the outside, he makes you cover-up when you go out, and he's the only number your phone accepts." He grabbed her upper arm. "How stupid do you think I am, Love?"
"Aren't you a little close to me?" Letty put her hand on his chest to force some distance. "I thought you liked dick."
He covered her hand with his, leaned close again, and whispered low, "Love, I like a fine piece of ass. I'm not so concerned with the rest of the equipment."
She pulled her hand away and dropped the lotion in the cart. "Well that was information I could have died without knowing.
"Come on, well go grab some lunch, somewhere you can take that off at." Damon wrapped his arm over Letty's shoulder.
She pushed him away and started towards the register.
"What did you do?" Will asked.
Damon shook his head. "Don't worry about it, we're gonna grab some lunch."
"How is she gonna eat in that thing?"
The two were still going back and forth even after Letty finished paying and they walked back out onto the street. The wind picked up and blew the niqab in her face, again. She struggled with it this time and huffed angrily. She looked around at the market and at the hotel across the street. Fuck, if Collins would have put her up right here, she probably could have had the front desk staff get anything she needed for AJ. Motion on one of the balconies caught her attention, there was a tall woman looking down at the street. The woman pointed down, at her maybe. Letty noticed there was man in the white shirt sitting at the table. Between the distance and the scarf in the way, she couldn't really see that well, but she felt like…she felt something.
"Hey Love, let's go." Damon held the door of the car for her.
"Damon."
"Yeah, Love?"
"Quit fucking callin' me that. I don't care if it's a fucking British thing." She shoved her bags into his arms and climbed into the car.
"Well that's, that then." He smirked.
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