Chapter 3: Chapter 3

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Chapter Three



I didn’t sleep at all last night. My head was too busy dealing with everything that had happened over the past two days.

James spoke to his boss about the tape. She had been trying to convince Yakov that it would be better for James to take the tape to him. Yakov, of course, was not very pleased by this, but he agreed eventually.

I wasn’t particularly happy about this. It was a risk for James and he was putting his life in danger. I’d been trying to convince him not to do it, but he was determined and he seemed pretty sure that Yakov wouldn’t hurt him.

Still, I couldn’t seem to shake this feeling I had, that he might not be right after all. From what I have learned about Yakov in the case files my mother left me, I could pretty much say that he won’t leave a witness; especially not if the witness was the one person investigating him.

But nevertheless, my attempts to persuade him were a waste of my breath. I’d been thinking last night, that maybe if I’m the one who cooperates with Yakov – by taking the tape to him myself – that he might keep his word and let James’ mother go.

He deserved to see his mother; I knew I would jump at this opportunity if it meant I could see any one of my parents again.

So, I’d decided to sneak out when James got busy. I already booked a bus ticket to New York – which is where Yakov is now – and I would take the tape to him myself. Before James would even think about getting ready for the swap, it would all be over. I loved James enough to do that for him.

I was very careful not to think about it around James; he always seemed to see right through me and would know I was planning something. I wasn’t a very good liar, so he would know I was lying if he asked me. And he would definitely ask me if he suspected something.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” James said as he came down the stairs. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and headed back up the stairs.

This was my opportunity. I silently walked up the stairs, grabbed my bag and the tape and sneaked out the front door. I was surprised with myself for being successful at sneaking out. I had never done it before.

I quickly ran toward the bus stop, the bus was already standing there. I was afraid that I would miss it. I got into the bus and took a seat in the middle of the bus next to an elderly woman. I knew this trip would be about two hours so I plugged my earphones it my ear and listened to some familiar favourites.

The music in my ears must have distracted me, because before I knew it we were in New York.

I got off at the second stop in the city and looked around me in astonishment. If it weren’t for the circumstances I would have enjoyed this place. It was breathtaking.

I took out an old map of the city I found in James’ room and started looking for the street address. It was only about two blocks away from the bus stop.

I stood in front of a big house; it seemed like an ancient mansion. It had to be at least five stories high. The garden was big, wide and open; it was neat; full of flowers and bright green grass. I wondered for a moment if I had heard the address correctly when I eavesdropped. I would have imagined a guy like Yakov to have a thousand guards around his house. This seemed too open.

Almost like an invitation.

I took one deep breath and started walking to the front door which had all sorts of old carvings on it. I reached up my hand to push the buzzer, but the door swung open. My heart stopped for a second and suddenly I had a strange feeling in my stomach and I felt some sort of force pulling me away from this house.

“Welcome, Miss Clarke.” A warm voice spoke. He was a short, round man neatly dressed in a suit and tie who seemed too nice to be an employee of such a monster.

“Hi,” was all I managed to get out. The force felt stronger now and I tried very hard to ignore it.

“Please follow me, Miss Clarke.” The man waved his right hand at me. He led me up the staircase and I could not help but be amazed by the beauty of the house.

Inside was just as old as the outside, but it had been neatly looked after. The roof had patterns all-round the house and each door we past looked much the same as the front door, just smaller.

The short man opened a door at the end of the hallway, which was protected by two large buff men in suits. They didn’t even smile and I felt a shiver as I walked past them. Inside the room was an elderly man on a rocking chair reading a book; he had grey-white hair and his face was wrinkled, almost exposing his age – he couldn’t be younger than fifty. He wore a neatly tucked off-white suite with a red tie and I knew he was the man on the photo I saw a couple of days ago.

Next to him was another big man, he seemed almost bigger than the two men outside the door. He had dark black hair and cold dark brown eyes.

“Ah, Miss Clarke,” the elderly man spoke in a squeaky Russian accent, “so glad you could join us. Please have seat.” He waved his right hand at a chair opposite him.

I took the seat, not being able to get a sound through my lips.

“I wasn’t really expecting you, since they convinced me they would send the young agent.” He said.

“Yes, well, I decided it would be better for me to come. That way you could release his mother.” I answered shortly. He stared at me for a second and smiled, revealing a pair of straight white teeth.

“Aha, so they do not know that you are here eh?” he smirked, looking up at the big man standing next to him. “Interesting.” he added as an after thought.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I knew that this would end badly for me. But I was here now and if I had to redo things, I wouldn’t change anything. I would make sure they let James’ mother go before they kill me but part of me wished that I’d left a letter to James, that I could have kissed him one last time, felt his soft bronze skin once more…

“I assume you brought something that rightfully belongs to me.” He retorted.

“Yes, but first, you need to let James’ mother go. As soon as she’s safe I will give you the tape.” I added nervously.

I tried very hard not to be intimidated by them. I shut down when I’m browbeaten and afraid – a trait I could never get rid of.

“You’re smart. Just like your mother.” He said too friendly. “Or maybe not so smart after all. If you were half a smart as your mother was, then you would know that I lied. I don’t have his mother in captivity. I never had, she actually did die that tragic night.” He sarcastically added.

I felt my heart pounding in my throat.

Of course, I should have known. If James’ mother was really alive, my mother would have found out and done something about it.

“Maybe I knew that, like you said, my mother was smart. She outsmarted you every time.” I added, trying very hard to hide my fear. I was extremely frightened at this moment, but they didn’t have to know that.

“And what exactly do you mean by that, Miss Clarke?” he asked, getting out of his chair and walked slowly towards the window. I could see subconsciously that he was looking around. Maybe he was afraid that I was leading him into a trap.




Author's Note - I'm still working on this chapter and I'll update again soon. Please feel free to pop out any faults, suggestions etc. But tell me what you think and I'll return the favor. :) Thanks

Submitted: April 04, 2012

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I couldn't find anything wrong with this chapter except that it was so short. You need to updated again soon because I'm eager to see what happens.
:) Oh and p.s...I don't like Carol very much.

Wed, April 4th, 2012 11:45am


Thanks for taking the time to read my book. I appreciate it.

Wed, April 4th, 2012 8:52am

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