I run my fingers through my hair. "And here I thought I was doing a decent job of keeping you updated on what was happening."
He sips at his drink and hums. "What was really happening?"
I shift in my chair. "I didn't want to kill her. She wasn't our typical hit. She went to work, she went home and watched TV. No internet usage, nothing on the way home or from it that would make me think something else is going on, and then one day I found another hitman scoping her out. Which meant there were multiple contracts placed on her."
He frowns and shakes his head. "I check for things like that, you know I don't go for the hits where the first one to the hit wins."
I nod. "Which is why I found it so odd and wanted to learn what her story was. So, I made you think she was on the run, so the client would think it as well. I then took her and hid her away so that the other hitmen would report her missing as well. If it's coming from more than one source it's more believable."
He nods as he licks his lips. "I taught you that as well."
"She's a victim of sex trafficking, she was taken as a child and got out as an adult. She put one of the head men in prison, so the others in the circle wanted her in a grave. Now that the payment has gone through, I can tell you, I helped her fake her death. It was clear that the Government has done little to keep her safe, even when she didn't bother or talk to anyone after the trial."
He sits back in his chair and runs his hand over his white hair. "Why did you choose to deceive me as well? I would've helped you if you had told me what was going on."
I shake my head. "You picked up her contract, one brief look into her history would've told you that."
He sighs. "It really is time for me to step down. I've stopped caring as much about the little details and to be honest, using the computer is getting difficult as well. I should turn it over to Cason now, because I'm not sure I should have control, I let her slip through."
I swallow hard. "I'm glad I got her and not someone else. She deserves to live. She's a sweet woman."
His brown eyes turn on me. "Are you sweet on her? I can see that look in your eye. You have the same look Cason had when he finally admitted he had feelings for Josie. You don't have to worry about me. I just want you to be happy. If this keeps people from trying to kill her, I'm fine with you faking her death. I'm happy for you, Port. It makes me happy to see my children finally let themselves love someone else."
I stiffen, we haven't saidLove, yet. I'm scared it's too soon and she'll run screaming even though I do feel it for her. She makes me feel at home when I can hold her.
"Are you really okay, Dad?"
He looks at me for a second before he waves me off. "Don't worry about me, Port. I'm old. Your brother will be taking over. You don't have to worry about me burning the place to the ground. I can't wait to meet your girl. I'm sure your mother will be happy as well."
I stand. I don't like to do it, but I think I'm going to have to talk to Cason and tell him to keep an eye on Dad, even if he doesn't want to believe something is wrong. "I'm taking the next month off. I want to be there for her while she adjusts. I'll let Cason know of my plans."
He nods. "Have fun on your vacation, son. Once it's safe for her you should take her somewhere. Get away from the world for a while. I'm sure you both need that.
I smile at him and lean across the desk to clamp him on the shoulder. "Thanks, Dad. And you know you can always reach out if you need anything from me or the others."
He clasps his wrinkled hand over mine. "I appreciate that, Port."
* * *
One week later...
I stand behind Gwen with my hands over her eyes. "One more step. Then you can walk forward." I follow her into the spacious jet.
As she steps inside I take my hands off her eyes.
She looks around the luxurious interior, several large cream-colored sofas line either side of the jet with single seating in the middle. There's a bar and a table set up with finger food. I told them we wouldn't need a flight attendant, and the cockpit has its own lavatory.
She turns to me. "Are we on a private jet?"
I nod. "It's my family's jet, but it's taking us to Barcelona, and we can go anywhere else in Spain that you want to while there."
Her eyes, currently brown due to her contacts, widen and she smiles big before flying toward me for a hug. I wrap my arms around her and hug her back before leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss. Warmth floods me, every time I kiss her it's like the best moment of my life.
Her arms wrap around my neck and she leans into my body as she moans into the kiss. My cock stiffens at the sound, but we can't get frisky yet. I break the kiss. "Hang on, we have to wait a bit before you get me all hot and bothered. She smiles as she pulls back from me, her hands skimming down my shirt to my jeans.
She signs, "But I'm good at making you all hot and bothered."
One of the pilots comes onto the plane and hits the button to raise the stairs and have the door close, putting the lock into place.
