Lethal Secrets

Chapter 3 : Captured

I moved onto the armrests between his seat and mine, leaning an elbow on his shoulder to see the pages, the large man beside me not seeming to mind as we read.

It was quite the page turner, and managed to occupy my thoughts for the most part. Eventually though, my restless mind drifted completely back to thoughts of how this meeting was about to go down. I really need to find some way out of this mess, or at least put whatever off until dad can track me down. "We're headed to Andreas' father right?" Damien simple nodded, turning a page. "Any idea what that's going to mean for me?"

He sighed, laying the book on his lap. "I'll be honest with you."

"Wouldn't want it any other way."

"With Mr. Petrov, its never simple. That's one of the things that make him one of the best at what he does, he keeps a couple steps ahead of everyone else at all times."

I rubbed my temples. "Real comforting, thanks." I sighed. "So I won't know if I'll be sleeping with the fishies till we get there."

He shrugged. "When you really think about it, if he was gonna off you, you wouldn't be flown first class all the way over to meet him, would you?"

I crossed my arms. He does make a lot of sense there. "I guess you're right."

He reopened his book. "You're welcome Nicole."

"How'd you-" They did track me down. "Right." I patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks Dame."

"I see you're getting comfortable. You all done cozying up to Callum or is he next?" Andreas' tone and expression was light, but there was a tightness around his signature smirk that relayed his true feelings. He couldn't be jealous, could he?

Damien paid our conversation no mind, flipping to the next page. I flashed him a bright smile. "Ah, I thought I might skip that one, since he's getting busy in the galley."

"How considerate of you."

"Mm, that's me. Big-" I placed a hand on the top of my left breast. "heart."

His smile faltered just a touch as his attention flashed to a little under my fingers for a fraction of a moment. "Trust me, I've noticed."

Feeling emboldened by his obvious interest, I stood up. "You seem a little agitated sugar, don't tell me you're smitten already."

"And what if I was? Would you give me the time of day?" He took a step forward, and I, one back. "Or you just going to play with my feelings again?"

I fake-winced. "Oh, didn't like that huh?"

He and I took another step, as he shook his head. "Do it again and I'll show you exactly how I took it."

Despite how I kept reminding myself not to enjoy this, this entire conversation had me more and more in like with him. Fuck me. "That so?" I kept my eyes on his lips as I leaned in, my hand coming up to grasp the side of his face. Our lips were just a breath apart when his eyes slid shut and I took the last couple of steps back to my original seat.

I watched in amusement as his expression turned to one of confusion before his eyes flew open, his look as it met mine promising retribution that made me want to open my arms in invitation, amongst other things. This man is too fine. He surprised me by choosing a place quite a distance away. And the game continues. He looked over only once, to which I responded with a flying kiss that he did not react to, before he turned his back to me to settle into his new seat.

***

I was hot and bothered for the rest of the flight, fidgeting tirelessly as I watched Andreas' back not so subtly between magazines and 'contemplation out the window', when I wasn't doing my best to come up with a way to escape. We landed shortly after lunch was served, the plane touching down on what looked like a private runway, surrounded by a dense forest.

The pilot parked the jet in a well hidden hanger, the wall designed to blend in with the trees around it, before the door was opened. Andreas took hold of my waist as we got off, his hand suspiciously low as we moved towards yet another awaiting, dark sedan.

***

The drive was short as it seemed that the runway was just a part of a large estate. I did my best to note anything that could help identify my current location, but all I could see was what appeared to be miles of manicured lawns.

Andreas had a hold on my arm as we stepped from the car, my eyes travelling over the walls of the gigantic marble structure before me. The architecture appeared classic, compliemented by a huge fountain in the driveway amidst neatly trimmed hedges. We stepped through the large front doors into a tastefully designed entryway, the chandelier above us glistening in the morning sun. As my entourage of kidnappers led me through the house, I found that it was all decorated in a style to match the exterior, baroque style paintings adorning the walls above aptly chosen, velvet couches and other dark wood furnishings.

The group halted before a room that somehow felt more imposing than the others we had passed. Andreas seized my waist once more as he rapped his knuckles against the dark wood doors. He patiently waited for a gruff voice to allow him entrance before I was led in.

So, so sorry that I haven't updated for while. Will try to do so more often from now on :D Thanks for reading! -Roxy