Chapter 6

“There is an assassin on the train”, she declared without a hint of anxiety.

Still being surprised at her appearance, he stared at her with open astonishment. She said this without much emotion or fear in her voice. They had expected the drug lord to send a few of his people in order to feel out the situation. He was always very thorough when he wanted someone dead.

“It didn’t take them too long did it?” Brock asked rhetorically.

“We have heard from our contacts that the person entered the train the same time we did. We have no idea who the assassin is so be especially wary tonight.” Natasha warned. Brock could see she was serious about her concern. She had a look that he had only seen once before – he saw that look the day he was shot.

“Are you posting a guard?” Angelica asked.

“Do you think you need a guard?” Natasha smirked.

“I just thought…”

“Should we go ahead and broadcast your cabin number to them? Perhaps we could stop the train and make an announcement,” Natasha’s tone cut to the bone. She was showing her teeth a bit early in the conversation. He knew the comment was innocent but she was in no mood for rookie remarks. He reached for his brief case and grabbed his wallet next to his weapon.

“We’ll keep our eyes and ears open, and I’m sure that should the assassin make his way to this cabin we can do quite well at defending ourselves.” Brock said with a grin, pulling out cash throwing his wallet on the bed.

A stunned porter was standing at the door with the drinks that Brock had ordered. He had not been standing there long, but long enough to overhear the word “assassin”. Brock had heard the ice and glasses as he made his way down the hall.

“Your drinks, Sir,” he said as he looked about the room with an anxiousness only a scared porter could, given the conversation.

“Thank you, and here is something extra for your prompt service.” Brock handed him the money from his wallet and what was left in his pocket from the trip earlier in the day. Angelica was impressed with his smooth transition of reaching for his wallet while going for his weapon. She had not heard the porter.

“Thank you, Sir” the porter wheeled and exited as quickly as possible, looking over his shoulder just before he exited the car.

“Well, I think we have thoroughly scared the shit out of the help”, Brock said in an amused tone. “I wonder if I’ll ever get another drink on this train? Angel and I will be fine, my sweet,” he finished with a wink, and grabbed the door showing Natasha it was time for her to depart. He could tell being dismissed like she was an annoyance did not amuse her, yet being in their room, he knew was not entirely comfortable for her.

Natasha had been staring the entire time at Angelica and was especially interested in her flushed cheeks. Brock noticed her staring and knew she was uncomfortable with all that had just transpired.

“I would ask you stay for a drink love but we must retire early. I appreciate your warning. Please let the team know we will be fine here in our small but well stocked room”, he winked again. He saw a smirk begin to form at the corners of her mouth, and he knew he had made his point.

Natasha spun and her hair whipped through the air.

“Good night” he said with a smile as she grabbed and slammed the door behind her.

“Well that adds a little excitement to the evening”, he said as he handed Angelica her drink and clapped his hands together.

“You are not at all afraid?” she asked.

“Of what?”

“The assassin” she whispered as she swallowed the first sip of her drink.

“Too early in the trip to be too scared” he said as he downed the rest of what remained in his glass. “Besides, I have you to protect me” he said sarcastically.

He reached over and pulled her to him, his arm around her waist. He was acting somewhat cavalier given the fact that he was just told that there was a person on the train that wanted to kill him. He figured it would happen sooner than later and if it was going to be sooner, he might as well have a good night and perhaps enjoy some nice company.

“Shall we turn in?” he asked not caring at this point for an answer. Pulling her to the bed beside him he looked into her eyes for her answer. She had a fear that was unlike in any he had seen. The fear she had in her eyes was more of an excitement. Not that of someone about to face death but someone with the thought of danger as if it were surreal. “How about a small kiss good night?” he asked. He reached down and bypassed her mouth and touched his lips to the spot just below her ear. He could hear her catch her breath as if he had hit the mark on his first attempt. He moved his mouth around and kissed her neck and then her chin. He looked her in her eyes boring deep into her soul and said to her, “I will protect you, do not be afraid.” She smiled and he knew he had broken the icy façade she was projecting.

He had filled her mind with thoughts of passion and security. He could tell she safe now, safe within his arms, and she would be easy to calm as the night wore on. He was also listening as he heard footsteps in the corridor. This was a pair, a couple walking, and he knew that the assassin would be alone. He would not worry about this commotion. The assassin would appear without a sound and would make his presence known shrouded in silence. He knew he would not sleep soundly this night.

He reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, first one button and a kiss where the flesh was exposed, followed by the next button and a second kiss of exposed skin. By the time he had finished the last button her eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow and steady. Her head was tilted back and she displayed her breasts to him. He reached to her face and touched her cheek. She opened her eyes and he smiled showing her that he was in complete control from this moment forward. His hand had reached the small of her back and he pulled her up to him and placed his mouth on her pursed lips. He touched her lips ever so softly, his tongue just barely touching hers. She let out a small moan in satisfaction of his effort. She then laced her hands around his neck, and he felt her pull his face close to her. He reached for the light in the cabin, and in turning it off it became instantly dark. The only sound was that of the tracks and the wheel is the train droning out the rhythm of their travel.

By the time he heard the sound of the object swooshing through the air, it was too late. His focus was lost and he weakened and fell face down on her shoulder.

*****
Had he not been so smug in the cabin, she would not have been so angry. It was as if he intended to torture her with how well he played the game. She saw the look on Angelica’s face and knew she had interrupted an exchange between them.

As she made her way to the next car she could not help but think that he was enjoying his role. She had been his partner before, yet, with the shooting, they had never been tested. She was wondering how well he played his character. She made her way into her cabin still seeing the grin he had given her, and his eyes as he looked at her she was taken away from the present. She found herself thinking of Barbados. They first met in a hotel across from the bank they would be protecting from a drug lord wanting to take over the bank to launder money from operations in the Caribbean. As they spoke to each other from the first moment she was captivated by his smile and the calmness he exuded. He had a voice that lowered anxiety, and wiped away fear. As she undressed she could see his eyes and the wrinkles that formed at the corners from his time in the sun. She crawled into her small bed and stared at the ceiling. She had never felt so close to him as now, and yet he was a whole train car away. She found herself smelling his muskiness. She closed her eyes. She needed sleep but his face haunted her. She wanted to be Angelica this night. She could feel her arousal stir deep within her. Warmth overcame her and she felt the heat on her face.

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