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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 194

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Date Posted: Wednesday, March 16, 08:38:55pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 191 & forward" on Monday, March 07, 07:58:57pm

When Nikita returned to their suite from her run, she stripped off her clothes and had a quick shower. As the water pulsed over her body, she formulated the words she would say to Michael. She wrapped a large towel around her body, and wandered into the main room, rubbing her hair dry with another towel. The door opened and Michael strutted into the room. Nikita lowered her arm and peered through her glistening, wet mane of hair. Michael halted upon seeing Nikita, his eyes scanning her body.

“Michael! Good...I’m glad you returned from....I’m glad you’re here!”

“I’m just retrieving the laptop...I organized a meeting of Dalton’s administration.”

“What? Administration....thought they were all...never mind. Look can we talk.”

“Not now Nikita....Alberto regained consciousness and advised me I am to continue running the operation here.”

“WHAT! You’ve got to be kidding!”

“No, I’m not kidding....this was meant to be....continue working here. You need to understand that.”

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND AT ALL! I DON’T THINK I’VE EVER UNDERSTOOD YOU! Look...we need to discuss this Michael. I thought you were going to continue the hunt for the Society, then hand over the intel to somebody else.”

“Things change Nikita...you must learn to understand that....we will always be hunted by the Society and now I can transform Dalton’s business into an agency to fight the Society.”

“Michael! Listen to yourself....I....I...”

Michael walked up to Nikita and placed his hands on her bare shoulders. He felt his groin tighten and grow hard as he scanned her face and body. “Not now Nikita....no more arguments...the discussion has ended. I can protect you better from here once I transform Dalton’s operation into a clandestine agency in search of the Society.”

“Unbelievable! You...are....unbelievable!”

Michael’s mind raced; torn between wanting to convince Nikita of his need to implement his plan, or return to the meeting he had organized, but most of all, fighting the desire to take his woman now....right there on the floor. Nikita determined the outcome of his thoughts.

“GO!” she shouted, pushing away from him. “Just go Michael....back to your little world! I’ll make up my own mind about what world I want to live in.” Her eyes flashed. “GO!”

Michael turned, grabbed the laptop and headed for the door. He paused as he pulled it open. “We can talk later....and...please try to understand Nikita.”

As he closed the door, she spoke softly. “I understand Michael...what is more important to you...I understand.”

Nikita returned to the bedroom and finished drying her hair. She tossed the towels on the floor and began getting dressed. Pulling out two large sports bags from the closet, she began shoving clothes into the bags. Once finished, she dragged the bags to the door and wandered to the table and sat writing on a yellow note tablet. She sat reading her note, rose and shouldered one bag and pulled the other through the door. Nikita walked to the front door of the villa where a security man darted from a side room.

“Yes ma’am? Can I get you something....ahhh...a vehicle perhaps...I can arrange for transportation...are you traveling far?”

“Get our Mercedes and bring it to the front door, then load these bags...oh, and thank you.”

“Ahhhhh....yes ma’am...right away.”

Nikita drove into the village and approached the marina where she usually parked the vehicle. She had contemplated phoning Adrian but decided to just appear on her doorstep in case she got cold feet. Locking the Mercedes, she walked slowly towards Adrian’s cottage. She walked, deep in thought, past the dark Mercedes containing the men smoking cigarettes. Nikita knocked on Adrian’s door; she pounded harder and finally pushed the door open.

“Adrian? Are you here?”

Nikita wandered into the cottage and looked around the livingroom and kitchen.

(('Hummmm....not like her to leave her door unlocked.'))

Nikita started up the staircase leading to the upstairs bedroom “Adrian?” She wandered into the small bedroom where Adrian lay on the bed. Nikita walked slowly to the bed and gently touched the older woman.


The older woman stirred and turned over. “Oh my....hello my dear....I came up for a nap and must have fallen into a deep sleep...I feel very groggy now...sorry I didn’t hear you.”

“Are you alright? Can I get you something?”

“No...no...I just need a minute...did we have a lunch or dinner date? What time is it?”

“No we didn’t have plans...I just thought I’d come to see you....well actually, ask if I could stay with you while I contact my father.”

Adrian sat up and swung her legs off the bed. “Hummm....stay with me...well, certainly my dear....but...come downstairs, let me put the kettle on for tea.”

The two women made their way downstairs and Adrian lit the stove and filled the kettle. “Get the tea cups please Nikita....what type of tea would you like?”

“Anything is fine,” she replied retrieving china tea cups. “I should explain really....I’ve decided to return to Center and my father...I...well, Michael and I .....”

“....a lover’s spat?”

“More than that Adrian. He has decided to run Dalton’s operation...turn the operation into a hunt for the Society. We’ve had words...I mean it’s obvious he wants his life to remain a fight in the so-called game. I’ve decided I don’t want to play anymore.”

“Oh my....so you’ve left Michael?”

“Well....yes. I don’t want to sound like a femme fatale but his world is more important to him than my being part of it.”

“Nikita...that sounds a little harsh. Have you talked to Michael? I’m certain he has deep feelings for you.”

“Some days I feel we are together...others...his world obsesses him...and his silences...he doesn’t want to talk....it’s best for both of us if I return to Center. Michael has even told me that I should return to my father...for my own protection.”

Adrian warmed the tea pot, then placed tea leaves in the bottom and poured the boiling water over the leaves. “Love is not easy Nikita....it takes a great deal of work.”

“Yes, from both parties...I realize that. I’m not a petulant little girl running away from a boyfriend Adrian. By being with Michael...I have lost who I am. My world became his world....I need to find myself again. Before I had a job...an exciting job that I was fairly good at. Now all I do everyday is sit in that villa waiting for Michael to return from playing the game. Well, he can continue....the game has ended for me.”

“What will you do once you return to your father...work for Center?”

“No....I’ve had enough of the intelligence world...no more spy game for me. I may return to study at university....take some time to rethink my options.”

Adrian poured tea into the china cups. “I am sorry Nikita...I thought you and Michael Samuelle
has something very special...I could see it in both your faces when you were here the other day.”

Nikita snickered. “What you probably saw Adrian, was lust....I think our whole relationship was based on sex...good as it was.”

“Lucky you....he is a very good looking, physical man...but I presume of course.”

Nikita smiled. “Best sex I ever had, that’s for sure. Anyway, if I can stay here until I contact my father and arrange transport to London.”

“Certainly you can, but surely Michael will attempt to stop you...have you told him about staying here?”

“No...I just wrote a note advising him I’m returning to London and my father.”

Adrian began to turn upon hearing an unfamiliar sound; suddenly the door burst open and the two men from the Mercedes rushed into the room. One man dove in front of Adrian and knocked her to the floor, the other man swung to hit Nikita but she ducked and kicked him in the groin. He screamed in agony, falling to the floor; the other man grabbed Adrian by the neck and thrust a gun into her head.


Nikita backed away, breathing deeply. “What the hell do you want!”

He looked at his cohort on the floor. “You okay?”

“Shit no! The bitch kicked me in the balls!”

“Get up! Cuff her to that chair! You make one move blondie and the old woman’s dead...understand!”

“Yes...I understand...but what do you want...who are you?”

The man from the floor crept up to Nikita and yanked her arms back, placing handcuffs around her wrists. He pulled her to a chair and thrust her fiercely onto the seat. He extracted more handcuffs and locked her ankles to the chair legs. “You fucking bitch! You will pay for that!” he screamed.

The first man pushed Adrian onto another chair and handcuffed her arms behind the chair back.

Nikita’s eyes bored into the man as she glanced at Adrian. “Adrian...are you alright!”

“Ahhhh...yes...just somewhat....I’m fine dear...just who do you men think you are breaking into my home!”

“Shut up!” He turned to the second man. “Boris...call that number...tell them we got lucky....the old dame and the blonde...this should be worth twice the money.” He laughed, the gold caps on his teeth flashing.

“When I finish with the call...the blonde is mine....I’m going to make her pay...show her what a real man can do.”

The man with the gold teeth laughed. “Better wait ‘till your balls have healed....we’ve got all night.”

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