Chapter 10

I'll Bite It, But I Won't Light It

Cassia watched as Alexis looked at her sister. The girl was tall and slender, her hair a rich lush blond that flowed down her back in soft waves, her cornflower blue eyes twinkling down at the little girl. 

“Alexis what are you doing?” the elder girl mocking chided placing her hands on her hips. Alexis giggled and ran to her sister’s knees. “

Alexander and I are playing house.” The younger girl giggled blushing as her sister averted her attention to the man playing with her sister and fixing him with a stony glare. 

“I am the mama and Alex is the papa, and Bitsy and Poodle are the babies” Alexis continued pointing to her dolls. “Guess what Sissy, Alexander says that when I am a big girl, he and I can get married for real” the little girl gushed. 

Cassia gagged. 

The little girl continued to prattle as her elder sister led her out of the room, all the while cursing Alexander. Cassia turned to look at Alexander, but when she saw his face, there was nothing there. 

-o-

Note to self: Next time you are out with Lee don’t get drunk. And definitely DON’T FUCK HIM LIKE IT’S GOING OUT OF STYLE!

I woke up this morning in all kinds of pain. My head was killing me, my nether regions were throbbing the-just-been-fucked-really-spectacularly throb, there was sticky shit on my thighs, and my stomach felt like it wanted to make a visit to the temple of the porcelain god. And on top of that I was unusually heavy and warm.

I carefully opened my eyes and looked down at my waist to see a tan-ish arm gripping me, pinning me down and next to the body beside me. I checked the bottom half of the body. Nice broad chest, muscular torso, a six pack that could cut sheet rock, the faint blond wisps that made a  happy trail, that lead to a very, very, nicely sized dick, if the throbbing in my loins had anything to say about it, down to powerful legs.

This dude who I picked up, last night was a ten- body wise of course. Deciding to get a look at the person who no doubt rocked my world and gave me some of the best sex ever, I moved my eyes up to gaze at my lovers face.

This is the part were I would have screamed if I was any lesser woman. Really I was surprised that I was so shocked that I could do anything, because if I could Alistair would be getting well acquainted with my fist and a bullet. My stomach faintly lurched and I felt sick. I like falling on my knees and screaming ‘NOOO!’ at the top of my lungs. At this moment I vowed never to get drunk ever again. This was all a bit to much, I couldn’t handle it, and I had to get out of there. I tried to move from his grasp, but as soon as I made the first wiggle, his arm tightened over my body and tucked me back into him.

It was déjà vu again, as his hot breath tickled my neck- which felt insanely sore for some reason- and made my traitorous body tingle and throb in excitement for more Alistair lovin.

‘Alistair lovin?!?! Fuckin hormones.’

“Where are you going?” Alistair asked, his voice still rough from sleep, making him sound…sexy. Damn my hormones.

“To the bathroom” I whimpered like I was up for round four, which I was but he didn’t need to know that. Alistair smirked and lowered his face to my neck. He took a sniff before he showered it with light kisses and nips. I had to bite my lips to keep from moaning like a bitch in heat. Who knew Alistair was a sex god.

“Mmm. You smell so good. Stay with me.” Alistair said, his tone more demanding than asking while carrying that sexy wet-your-panties and sex-you-long-time tone. I shivered and nodded dumbly to his request. So much for self control.

‘Note to self: no sex until you can regain gain control of yourself. Whore.’

-o-

I woke up hours later feeling a hell of a lot better, but my bed was empty. Trying to push aside my feelings of disappointment and sadness, I got out of bed. After I cleaned up, I went back into my living room so I could get back to work. I paused when I realized that Alistair never did tell me his info on Quest.

I was beyond pissed at the realization. I was about to go ape shit when I saw a piece of paper on top of my computer. Bemused I Opened it and read over its contents.

                                Dear Darling,

      How are you my sweet, I am sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke for the second time- duty calls. However, as promised I shall give you my

Information. Quest’s Alias is Violet Ann Summers ,you know the one who burned Viper. She was last spotted in Romania on her way to Rome. Sources say, she wants to have an Audience with you in the Eternal City.

                                 Until we meet again, yours always,

                                  Alistair.

                            P.s. you look so beautiful when you sleep.

I choked out a mirthless laugh. Quest wants to meet with me in Rome. I quickly ran to my bedroom and started getting every last item of clothing I could find. I got all of my shit together and sent an emergency email to viper telling him to meet me in Rome.

I had a lead on this case for the first time, and I wasn’t going to let it go cold. Pushing my feelings of trepidation aside I left Nova Scotia for Rome. If the bitch who burned Viper wants to meet, the least I could do was chat her up before I kill her.

-o-

Cassia was at a café on Via Nazionale in Rome. Sipping on an espresso and nibbling a pastry, Cassia tried to keep from trying to crane her neck to try and find Viper by looking out at the busy street. Busses and taxis filled with tourists flew by as the Italian citizens went about there business on the beautiful day. The sounds and smells of live, the past, and pasta filled the air, and if Cass wasn’t so busy on the case, she would have been caught up in the romance of the city like any one else.

“Scusa Signorina, hai finito?” the waiter asked catching Cassia off guard. She nodded absentmindedly. “Ah si, ho finito, grazie.” The waiter took her things and left, leaving Cassia to get more agitated.

“So what’s with the rushed meeting?” a cold tenor spoke from behind Cassia. Startled she was about to turn around, but Viper quickly stopped her by clearing his throat. Frowning at the very stupid and typical espionage way Viper was handling the situation, Cassia answered his question. “I got word that Quest was here in Rome.”

“From whom?” Viper questioned his voice oddly cold.

“From a reliable source.” Cassia defensively shot back, minutes away from getting hostile.

“How reliable?” Viper pressed, sneering at the vagueness of the child prodigy’s answer.

“A mercenary whose specialty us underground opps.” Cassia sneered back crossing her arms.

Viper hummed. “What else did you find out?”

-o-

After an hour of the typical spy cloak and dagger bullshit, viper and I had exchanged all the info we had collected. We had about the same amount of information, although I suspected that he was hiding things from me. I wrote these feelings off due to the fact that he is probably trying to get the kill first, and that I was hiding things too. The only thing was that I wished we didn’t have to slip up; looking back all it did was leave me royally confused, nearly killed, and fucked. Were getting ready to infiltrate the Italian spy underground network, and I couldn’t help but kinda miss Lee.

‘What the hell woman. You have one night of earth shattering, jaw dropping, sweat your perm out sex and now you are sitting around like you are dick whipped. Girl, get a grip’

Once it was night, we made our way to Via Dei Lavatore. Our destination for to night was a small pub like club called Sfortuna where the underground in Rome frequent. The Club was close to the majestic Fontana Di Trevi or Trevi Fountain. I was nervous and antsy and the sky that night looked turbulent. It gave me this ominous feeling that something bad was going to happen.

-0-

The inside of the bar was comfy- it was dark, hazy, and loud. Viper and I made our way to the back of the bar. There in a grand booth, sat what the media would say was your stereotypical Italian mob boss. Big, brunet, tan, and decked out in gold, with two blondes- one for each arm, was Giancarlo Calabrese. Giancarlo was the local underground network king, he would know if any one was coming into and out of his city.

“Scusa Signore Calabrese, Mi chiamo Viper e la mia compagna si chiama Cassia. Cerciamo per Quest, perche un amico di Cassia, dice che Quest é qui a Roma. É che vero?” Viper asked the man.

Calabrese eyed us. Chewing on his cigar, he motioned for his two females to leave. Once the two women left Viper moved to sit on the edge of the booth, while I decided to continue standing. Calabrese eyed me distastefully. “Beh, é possible, ma tu dovete chiederle di andare. È sfortuna affinchè le donne fare il commercio con gli uomini.” 

I rolled my eyes at the typical Italian male chauvinist bullshit and angrily made my way to the bar to get me a drink, even though I had given up the habit. “Vorrei un bicchiere di vino, per favore.” “

Vino di casa va bene?” the bartender asked getting the glass. I nodded and he got to work. I turned away for a bit, but It was long enough for me to not see the powder that the bartender stirred into my drink. By the time I turned back he gave me my glass with a smile. “Salute” 

I took two nice swigs from my glass, leaving only a little wine left. I paused for a bit and looked around at all the other shady creatures in the bar, before I downed the rest.

Within a few minutes I began to feel hot. I broke out in a sweat and my stomach felt like it was on a tilt-a-whirl. My vision grew blurry, and my head felt dizzy and light. 

“Misses Versey, Quest has been waiting to meet with you.” A familiar voice called. 

“Medina” I spat, the last thing I could say before my whole world went black.