Chapter 14: Chapter 10

AN: I still don't own the Robert Langdon series or Big Time Rush. All I own is my laptop and my characters.

*In the morning*

Jennifer got up and noticed that it was eight o'clock. She saw that Katie was already up, so decided to wake up the boys first. She walked down the second floor hallway to their door, opened it, and looked in.
As she expected, they were still asleep. She walked to where Kendall was sleeping and shook his shoulder. "Kendall, wake up."
She saw him open his eyes a fraction, but then he fell back to sleep. "Kendall Francis Knight, get your butt up," she whispered.
He lifted his head and said, "Why?"
"It's time to get up. Now get dressed," was her answer as she walked across the room to Carlos. What happened here was the same as with Kendall. Then, it was Logan's turn. Jennifer knew that contrary to popular belief, Logan sleeps like the dead. If you put your phone next to his ear, with the volume full blast, and ask someone to text you, he still wouldn't wake up. She came up with a plan.
She walked back across the room to Logan, whose bed was beside Kendall's. "Logan." No response. Jennifer smirked. She gripped a part of the cover and yanked it away from Logan. He groaned and started searching for it.
"Logan, wake up," she said as she started tickling him. He started to push her hands away and try to get away from them, which resulted with him eventually falling off the bed. Well, he was awake now, and, surprisingly, so was James.
"When everyone is ready, come down to the kitchen," was what she said as she walked out the door.
*2 hours later*
Everyone was back in Mike's office, where a fire was roaring in a fireplace they didn't notice before.
"So," Mike said, "who's next?"
"I am," Vittoria said as Gustavo handed her the book.
'Ten,' Vittoria read.

'The alley was narrow and deserted. The Hassassin strode quickly now, his black eyes filling with anticipation. As he approached his destination, Janus's parting words echoed in his mind. Phase two begins shortly. Get some rest.
The Hassassin smirked. He had been awake all night, but sleep was the last thing on his mind. Sleep was for the weak. He was a warrior like his ancestors before him, and his people never slept once a battle had begun. This battle had most definitely begun, and he had been given the honor of spilling first blood. Now he had two hours to celebrate his glory before going back to work.
Sleep? There are far better ways to relax. . .
An appetite for hedonistic pleasure was something bred into him by his ancestors. His ascendants had indulged in hashish, but he preferred a different kind of gratification. He took pride in his body - a well-tuned, lethal machine, which, despite his heritage, he refused to pollute with narcotics. He had developed a more nourishing addiction than drugs. . .a far more healthy and satisfying reward.'

Logan's face twisted into one of disgust as he figured out what the assassin was talking about.
"Logan," Kendall asked, since he was sitting next to him, "are you okay?"
Logan whispered something in his ear and he went pale.
"NASTY!" he yelled, shocking everyone into wondering what the brainiac said.
"THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT!" Logan yelled back.
"Do we want to know?" Carlos asked.
"NO!" the two yelled together.
"Is it," Courtney asked, whispering the rest into Logan's ear. He nodded and she shuddered.
"Just tell us already," James said.
"You do not want to know," Courtney said, nodding to Vittoria to keep going.

'Feeling a familiar anticipation swelling within him, the Hassassin moved faster down the alley. He arrived at a nondescript door and rang the bell. A view slit in the door opened, and two soft eyes studied him appraisingly. Then the door swung open.
"Welcome," the well-dressed woman said. She ushered him into an impeccably furnished sitting room where the lights were low. The air was laced with expensive perfume and musk. "Whenever you are ready." She handed him a book of photographs. "Ring me when you have made your choice." Then she disappeared.
The Hassassin smiled. As he sat on the plush divan and positioned the photo album on his lap, he felt a carnal hunger stir. Although his people did not celebrate Christmas, he imagined that this is what it must feel like to be a Christian child, sitting before a stack of Christmas presents, about to discover the miracles inside. He opened the album and examined the photos.'

Vittoria paused, scanning the rest of the chapter before she said, "Jennifer, you might want to cover Katie's ears for the rest of this chapter."
As Jennifer did that, Logan, Kendall, Courtney, and Mary-Grace covered Carlos's, James's, Rachel's, and Kalyn's ears and said to the questioning stares, "We are more mature than them."

'A lifetime of sexual fantasies stared back at him.
Marisa. An Italian goddess. Fiery. A young Sophia Loren.
Sachiko. A Japanese geisha. Lithe. No doubt skilled.
Kanara. A stunning black vision. Muscular. Exotic.
He examined the entire album twice and made his choice. He pressed a button on the table beside him. A minute later the woman who had greeted him reappeared. He indicated his selection. She smiled. "Follow me."
After handling the financial arrangements, the woman made a hushed phone call. She waited a few minutes and then led him up a winding marble staircase to a luxurious hallway. "It's the gold door on the end," she said. "You have expensive taste."
I should, he thought. I am a connoisseur.
The Hassassin padded the length of the hallway like a panther anticipating a long overdue meal. When he reached the doorway he smiled to himself. It was already ajar. . .welcoming him in. He pushed, and the door swung noiselessly open.
When he saw his selection, he knew he had chosen well. She was exactly as he had requested. . .nude, lying on her back, her arms tied to the bedposts with thick velvet cords.
He crossed the room and ran a dark finger across her ivory abdomen. I killed last night, he thought. You are my reward.'

"Disgustoso," Logan shuddered as he let go of Carlos's ears after he asked Vittoria if the chapter was over.
When Jennifer let go of Katie's ears, Vittoria handed her the book.