Chapter 15

I went home hoping that Jason would have some answers. I was still scared. I wanted to go out and find this person. I didn't want anything else to happen. What if something did happen? What if our daughter was kidnapped? What if I got hurt? Or…what if…? No…No I couldn't even think of that.

I felt so sorry for Katarina. First her father doesn't come back for two years and now this had to happen and she had barely gotten to see her father. I hated it. If Kirill and I were never assassins this would have never had happened.

Then sometimes I think that if we hadn't been assassin this would had never had happened and Katarina would never have been born and I wouldn't be having another child. But I just wish that the thing two years ago had never happened.

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When I got home I found Jason in my living room.

"Is he better?"I asked.

"He looked better to me,"he said.

"That's good."

"It was one them."

"I thought so."

I was about to go into the other room,but Jason stopped me as he grabbed me by the arm. "Nicole,I know you don't trust me. But we have to set aside our differences now."

My lips were beginning to tremble. I wanted to cry so badly. He pulled me closer to him,and then he hugged me. I started to sob. "I'm sorry…Ever since it happened it just won't leave my mind."

"Shhhhhhhhhh…It's all right."

"I wish people would stop saying that. It hasn't been all right for me! About nine months after I think he's dead I have a child and I have to raise her on my own for two years not knowing if her father if ever going to come back,and he just appears at my door,out of nowhere and thinks that everything is going to be all right. And then about a month after he comes back, he gets shot…and now you're here…

"I want to help you. He doesn't you getting hurt and neither do I. He's right you know."

I started to calm down. "When he was trying to kill you…I remember when I tried to stop him and he told me that everything was going to be ok. I seriously thought he had killed you the first time…I didn't mean for it to go so…so far…"

He took my hand and we sat on the couch. "Nicole,it wasn't your fault that Marie died. But that is all in the past now. Yes,I did love her. But I am just a killer as much as your fiancé is."

I closed my eyes and went silent. I didn't want to say anything else. He was starting to make me remember my past. "I'll tell you how we met."

He didn't say anything. He just gazed at me so I guessed he wanted me to go on.

"I was 19 years old and I had just come back from a mission. I just remember going into the room,and there he was. He was tall,slender,still as handsome as he now. And I just thought, wow. That gets to be my partner."

"So you started out as partners?"

I nodded. "Yes we did. But I never thought I'd ever fall in love with him. We were assassins. Our general rule was not to fall in love with someone. The only thing we knew how to do was kill."

"I see. When did you start?"

I went silent again. I didn't want to tell him what had happened…but I did anyways. "I was nine years old. My parents had died in a fire…they died right in front of my eyes. I wanted to get revenge on the person who killed them. So I became an assassin."

"Oh."

"I never remembered crying…"

"Why?"

"Assassins don't cry. I never learned how to cry until later. I never even thought that crying was a word."

"But didn't you ever see your victims cry before you killed them?"

"If I did,at that time I didn't care."

"Did they ever find who killed your parents?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Oh."

I heard Katarina upstairs crying. She was starting to wake up. "Well,I had better go take care of her."