"You've stopped wearing it." he noticed as it was the first time that I had not worn my Algerian love-knot. It surprised me that he had noticed.
"Ah. Yeah. It was time." I replied.
"Time enough to get over someone?" he asked closer.
"To realize that sometimes you can run away from your past." I reply with a small smile tugging on my lips.
My cell phone rang at that moment and I grabbed for it to see the message. I was always expecting them to write or call, this time it was a message. I have to go and soon, leave James and everything behind, steal the money. I try to cover for myself so James doesn't notice something is wrong.
"Though apparently not your employer. Back in one month." I say as I fake type the message and drop the phone on the shelf, "Come on, walk me down. I'll get money, you get supplies." I say with a smile as I throw a pillow at him.
We go down in the lift and we step out in the lobby, arm in arm as happy as can be. I take a look around and the man who I saw from the boat is in the lobby near the concierge. He must be the one.
"Someone you know?" asks James, pulling me back from my thoughts.
"No, I just saw him in the canal." I reply innocently.
"It is a small town. Meet you back here in half an hour?" asks James as he wraps his arms around me.
I kiss him passionately, knowing it will probably be the last one ever. I give him a smile and I leave for the piazza San Marco. I turn around every now and then to see any men who would be sent by the others, but I am also being wary of James. As I reach the bank, I recite the account number in my head and I cannot help but tear up for a moment when I remember the password that James gave, my name. I withdraw the money and am given an aluminium briefcase which I then take. I leave the bank and make way for the address they have given me.
I make my way through the crowded streets and walkways, aware of looking quite obvious with a shiny briefcase in hand. I have little time until I need to be at the building. I can sense a horrid feeling in my stomach, a sense of fear and disgrace, but I keep going. I approach the meeting area and I wait in the empty courtyard which is surrounded by construction panels. I see two men, Gettler and the other man I saw in the hotel walking towards me. I hold the briefcase tightly in both my hands in front of me.
"Hello dear, who are your friends." I suddenly hear James say.
My heart stops as if covered by pure ice and I am left with no words. He knows. He caught me in my doing, in my betrayal. The face he wears if full of hurt, deception, and anger. I don't blame him. My neck is suddenly held captive with a dagger threatening to cut it. I catch my breath and stand motionless. I see James tense up but there is nothing but anger in his eyes.
"I'll kill her." says Gettler, bringing the dagger closer against my skin.
"Allow me." says James and I cannot help but let out a gasp.
He wants to kill me. I've deceived him and now he wants to get rid of me. I deserve it but I couldn't believe it. I hurt inside as if a chainsaw has been put instead of my heart. Suddenly, an exchange of fire happens but I somehow stay intact. I am dragged off into the building under construction and I try to turn around to see James and the only thing I see is him running away from bullets.
Gettler punches me in the mouth, to which I react with a split lip and blood trailing down my chin. He drags up a set of stairs and pushes me into an empty elevator cage. The whole place looks like it's about to go to shit anyway but my head turns as I start to look around. I see blurry images and a massive headache is taking over me. I see a figure run up to me where I lie and I try to make it out but the only thing I see is the hatred in James's eyes.
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Casino Royale : Vesper Lynd
Fanfiction"I'm the money" "Every penny of it" he says, smiling while looking at me. Beautiful Vesper Lynd never doubted her skills in her profession, but it is when she is assigned a mission with the infamous 007 James Bond that her l...
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