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mine. No one questioned us, even when we had our bags in our hands and car waiting under the canopy.
    Josslyn has a lot to learn as a criminal, but I don’t have the intent on teaching her nor do I have the time. I will give her enough information as she asks. After all, I have found it’s much easier to speak to her rather than ignore her questions altogether. Nevertheless, there are secrets that will be kept.
    She assumes she will survive this ordeal and be able to go back to her life as if nothing happened. She also assumes I will be with her when she does, wrists fastened in handcuffs and placed behind bars for the rest of my life. However, there is a very slim chance I will make it out of this alive By some miracle I do, jail will be the last place I go.
    I called Stephan before we pulled away from the hotel, hoping he could help me secure a private flight to Russia. Much as I came in, Stephan told me he could get me a flight to Zurich from Las Vegas on Saturday. That is a day’s wait. One day too long before I get to implement the next part of my plan.
    Although it would have been a long drive, I had hoped we would leave from New York where I have a simple apartment I keep up for pretenses with my Vincent Black alias. Now I have the problem of getting my car back to my residence, but it wouldn’t be the first car I’ve had to ditch. I guess I shouldn’t worry about my car, anyway. I’m living with the notion that this will be it for me, so there is no sense in getting attached to such things.
    The bad thing is, traveling to Zurich will be exhausting, taking the better part of fifteen hours. Then again, the worst part will be being trapped in a plane with Josslyn. She will undoubtedly grill me with questions, making the trip seem very, very long. Although I am impressed with our little trek to Las Vegas so far.
    We have been driving over eight hours, and she has barely said two words to me. She has slept most of the way, but for the last hour, she has been looking out the window in deep thought.
    Her shoes are off, legs stretched out with her feet resting on the dash. She has her sweatshirt draped around her like a blanket, and her head is back. I have been thankful for the quiet, though being left with my thoughts can be disturbing.
    From the moment I met this woman, I have been breaking the rules I have lived by my entire criminal career. My mind circles around that fact over and over.
    I blurted out my true identity to a known officer of the law, admitted guilt for killing two men, and brought her along for the ride. When I am not thinking about what I have said, I keep seeing the vision of fucking her on the hood of my car.
    Last night was incredible and completely absurd. However, I had to do something to prevent myself from plunging my knife in her throat. She killed Vlad, our only link to Stravinsky at the time, and I was consumed by rage with her stupidity. The pent up frustration of her action and my growing physical attraction were too much to bear. I acted impulsively. Luckily for her, it wasn’t the other alternative.
    I have always forbidden myself from having any association with women who are too close to my criminal way of living. Hell, since Mary escaped with my brother, I have been solely fucking high-class hookers and escorts. I didn’t mind paying women to pleasure me because I didn’t need it to be anything more than a business transaction. The only person I was remotely intimate with was Anna, and we didn’t have sex. We only pleasured each other with our mouths. She was comfortable and never asked questions, which were her best attributes. However, when she started to meddle, I killed her.
    Out of nowhere, Josslyn trudged her way into my life and turned it awry. She has the uncanny ability to make me forego my rules and abide by new, unfamiliar ones. She is the only person I know who can look deep inside of me and rip out the man who lives there. The desire to kill her marries with the