China awoke with a start, her body in a cold sweat, and her heart racing. She just woke from a horrible dream, one she couldn't quite explain, but was all too real for her liking. Gazing quickly around the room, she took in her present surroundings.
Rolling her eyes she got out of bed slowly. She couldn't believe she was in the guest bedroom of her father arch nemesis. Some how it just seemed so tragically ironic.
She'd been in this icy palace for a week now, and ever since then had been trying to find out any shred of information to help her develop the plan, so far she'd turned up nothing, and under the watchful eye of Rolf, that was a lot.
Over the past few days she worked hard to casually reject Rolf at every turn, minimal hugs, rare dinner dates, and absolutely no kissing that was just plain wrong in her eyes, her father slept with his aunt, cheating on her beloved mother, and to top it all off Desire is the product of the whole mess. Before she could get any more upset she reminded herself that she'd have her revenge on all of them, especially her father.
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Heading down stairs she went into the kitchen and did her best to enjoy a stomach melting cup of overly strong coffee, her tong growing more numb with every swallow. By the last drop her temples and eyes were burning. Just then Rolf strolled casually into the kitchen, his wall street journal under his arm.
Her stomach turned and almost lost the coffee when he kissed her on the head, sweeping his hand down the length of her bare neck. In that moment she wanted to bolt up stairs and take a million showers.
As if it were a parade of annoyances, the head maid poked her liver spotted head through the door way, saying there was someone on the phone for her. She jolted up, almost knocking over Rolf in the process. She mumbled what she hoped sounded like a sincere apology and excused herself. Heading down the hallway she used the study. Gripping the phone as if it might slip away from her she slowly put it up to her ear.
"Yes." She said coolly. "China, it's Viper." At the sound of his voice her back stiffened, anger filled her, as her fingers snapped the pencil that rested by the stationary pad. "I thought I told you not to call me here, unless it was an emergency." She said through clenched teeth, casting a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure that she was really alone.
"Look girlie, it is an emergency. At least for you." He said sarcastically, with a slowness that made her blood boil. "Don't get smart with me. Just tell me what the hell is going on." She seethed, closing her hand around the receiver in a white knuckled grip. She heard Donavan (a.k.a. code name Viper) chuckle on the other end.
"Awe, your gonna love this. Thorn has two wills." China almost dropped the phone, her eyes growing wide. "What?" She said desperately, relieved yet skeptical as to why he laughed when he said it. "So what your saying is that the two wills both have my name on it." She said optimistically, automatically followed by another chuckle, then a short pause that turned longer and longer by the passing moment.
"Viper!" She whispered harshly into the phone, only to be met by another life time of thick silence. After five minutes passed, she finally heard a rustling sound on the other end. "I'm still here, Thorn almost caught me. Look I can't talk, come to Pier 39 at One o' clock today and I'll tell you there."
Before she could say another word the line went dead, the steady sound of the dial tone screaming into her ear. Slamming down the phone, she padded across the room. Closing the door quietly she jumped as she felt arms encircle her waist. Turning she saw Rolf's pale broad face smirking back at her like a pathetic school boy.
Forcing a playful smile to her lips, she clicked her tong quietly. "My, my, mywhat would daddy think of you now." She said teasingly, trying to pull away, only to feel him pull her tighter. "I'll risk it." He said softly into her ear, making her gag. Trusting her voice again she thought of ringing his neck with her bare hands, talking sweetly she removed his limbs from their place around her now wrinkled middle, "Oh, but I'm not that type of a girl." Making a clean escape she exited to the garage, unnoticed and undetectedalmost.