them see the side of you that you seem to reserve for me.”
Josslyn takes a deep breath and expels it through her nose. She stands slightly taller, and her eyes keep the hate pushed to the forefront.
Good.
We finish packing our stuff, and I nod, telling her it’s time.
Josslyn has yet to break character. I actually don’t think she is in character. This is the Josslyn I know, only dressed in fine threads versus cotton sweatshirts and denim.
The hotel door closes behind her, and I leave her to check out and hail a cab to the airport. This, I know she can manage, but I will still be there, lurking in the shadows as she travels to the safety of the airport. Once inside, I don’t know when I will see her again, but as I promised, I will always find her.
.*.*.*.
August 20, 2015 11:01 p.m.
I made an expensive yet necessary purchase for my journey into Chechnya—a car. Missing my brand new Dodge Challenger in the States, I opted to get the fastest and sleekest car the used dealer had on his lot—a 2015 Jaguar F-Type R Coupe. The car was barely touched by its previous owner, and damn, it is as sexy as hell. It’s almost as beautiful as my girl back in the States … almost. It was a quick buy, which is what I need because the journey in Chechnya takes more than twenty hours by car through some rough areas.
Normally, spending four hundred and seventy-eight thousand rubles on a car is way too exorbitant, but I have been looser with my funds since leaving prison. Prior to this revenge mission, I was tight with my money. I never stayed in the expensive suites or luxury hotels, and I sure as shit didn’t spend nearly seventy-five thousand American dollars on a car, but lately, I haven’t given it a second thought. Hell, I have millions upon millions of dollars in my Swiss accounts. More money than one person can spend in two lifetimes, so why not spend some of it before I die?
They are hunting me, and I’m hunting them. It won’t be long before we all catch up with each other. My gut can sense it. I can feel the pot boiling, and it will explode with blood and death sooner rather than later. However, I still have my secret weapon—Josslyn. Stravinsky doesn’t know she’s alive and, like me, out for blood—his blood. I will keep her hidden away until he is in my sights.
Another card I hope to play is Cubby. I haven’t seen him in many years, and I don’t know how he will react to me. Last he knew, I was still the loyal dog to Stravinsky and would do anything and everything he requested, completely brainwashed. You would think no other man existed.
How he left didn’t put me in the highest regard in his eyes. I despised him when he chose to abandon the thieves , probably because he was the closest thing I had to a brother after Roman left.
I was never bitter when Roman wanted out. It was clear the thieves ’ lifestyle was never for him. But Cubby … Being an assassin is written in his DNA. There is nothing this man could do to change that, like me.
If or when I walk away from this alive, I won’t stop my lifestyle. I will just become an opportunist instead of a slave to the code. I will create and live by the only code that will matter—my code. Part of me hopes Cubby will be there right beside me; blood in, blood out. We would make a pretty wicked duo if we were ever given the chance.
My car rolls into Grozny nearly a day after I left Moscow. The drive was long, but I’m not weary; I’m awake and ready to find Cubby and get the ball moving.
I assume Josslyn has made it safely to the city. She was told to check into Hotel Grozny, located in the heart of the booming city, and wait for my call.
On the trip, I decided I would call her once I figured out what I was going to do with Cubby. I didn’t want to concern her in regards to how I will deal with Cubby. She doesn’t know my stress surrounding our reunion.
It will go one of two ways: either we will shake hands like old brothers,
Josslyn takes a deep breath and expels it through her nose. She stands slightly taller, and her eyes keep the hate pushed to the forefront.
Good.
We finish packing our stuff, and I nod, telling her it’s time.
Josslyn has yet to break character. I actually don’t think she is in character. This is the Josslyn I know, only dressed in fine threads versus cotton sweatshirts and denim.
The hotel door closes behind her, and I leave her to check out and hail a cab to the airport. This, I know she can manage, but I will still be there, lurking in the shadows as she travels to the safety of the airport. Once inside, I don’t know when I will see her again, but as I promised, I will always find her.
.*.*.*.
August 20, 2015 11:01 p.m.
I made an expensive yet necessary purchase for my journey into Chechnya—a car. Missing my brand new Dodge Challenger in the States, I opted to get the fastest and sleekest car the used dealer had on his lot—a 2015 Jaguar F-Type R Coupe. The car was barely touched by its previous owner, and damn, it is as sexy as hell. It’s almost as beautiful as my girl back in the States … almost. It was a quick buy, which is what I need because the journey in Chechnya takes more than twenty hours by car through some rough areas.
Normally, spending four hundred and seventy-eight thousand rubles on a car is way too exorbitant, but I have been looser with my funds since leaving prison. Prior to this revenge mission, I was tight with my money. I never stayed in the expensive suites or luxury hotels, and I sure as shit didn’t spend nearly seventy-five thousand American dollars on a car, but lately, I haven’t given it a second thought. Hell, I have millions upon millions of dollars in my Swiss accounts. More money than one person can spend in two lifetimes, so why not spend some of it before I die?
They are hunting me, and I’m hunting them. It won’t be long before we all catch up with each other. My gut can sense it. I can feel the pot boiling, and it will explode with blood and death sooner rather than later. However, I still have my secret weapon—Josslyn. Stravinsky doesn’t know she’s alive and, like me, out for blood—his blood. I will keep her hidden away until he is in my sights.
Another card I hope to play is Cubby. I haven’t seen him in many years, and I don’t know how he will react to me. Last he knew, I was still the loyal dog to Stravinsky and would do anything and everything he requested, completely brainwashed. You would think no other man existed.
How he left didn’t put me in the highest regard in his eyes. I despised him when he chose to abandon the thieves , probably because he was the closest thing I had to a brother after Roman left.
I was never bitter when Roman wanted out. It was clear the thieves ’ lifestyle was never for him. But Cubby … Being an assassin is written in his DNA. There is nothing this man could do to change that, like me.
If or when I walk away from this alive, I won’t stop my lifestyle. I will just become an opportunist instead of a slave to the code. I will create and live by the only code that will matter—my code. Part of me hopes Cubby will be there right beside me; blood in, blood out. We would make a pretty wicked duo if we were ever given the chance.
My car rolls into Grozny nearly a day after I left Moscow. The drive was long, but I’m not weary; I’m awake and ready to find Cubby and get the ball moving.
I assume Josslyn has made it safely to the city. She was told to check into Hotel Grozny, located in the heart of the booming city, and wait for my call.
On the trip, I decided I would call her once I figured out what I was going to do with Cubby. I didn’t want to concern her in regards to how I will deal with Cubby. She doesn’t know my stress surrounding our reunion.
It will go one of two ways: either we will shake hands like old brothers,
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