The Executioner: A Love Story by Melissa Silvey Read Free Book Online Page B

didn’t say it just to flatter him. She was being honest. He looked very handsome in his work clothes. An image of Agent Argento flashed in her memory. They wore the same style and color suit. He was handsome in a different way. She didn’t want to think about him right now.
    “Thanks.” His voice said he didn’t believe her as he walked toward his bedroom and shut the door. She wanted to open the door and climb on his bed and watch as he undressed.
    She restrained herself and took a seat on his couch. She had to stay calm to explain it all to him. But she started crying. She couldn’t stop herself. She was overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the past few days. She couldn’t contain the sadness she felt for Jordan and the fear she felt for the both of them.
    He was dressed in jeans and a dark navy t-shirt, and she couldn’t decide how he looked better, work or play. When he saw her tears he was immediately beside her. He knelt down on the floor and took her hands.
    “I should have told you.” His voice held the shame he felt. “I don’t want you to be sad. I don’t want you to hate me.”
    “I don’t hate you,” she sighed. “And that’s not why I’m crying. It’s just too much to explain right now. I’ll tell you later.”
    She pulled herself up off the couch, wiped her tears, and took his hand to help him off the floor. “Let’s just please go.”
    She popped into her apartment to grab the manila folder while he prepared to leave. For some reason she couldn’t explain she grabbed one of the many guns she kept in a drawer in her bedroom. She tucked it into the waistband of her jeans in the back and made sure it was hidden by her jacket. She knew she might need it to protect Jordan and herself.
    “Are you okay to drive?” She shrugged. She didn’t want to be too preoccupied with driving to pay attention to their surroundings or any cars that might be following them. She felt sure they would be followed.
    She’d seen his little hybrid car in the parking lot. It was cute and bright red and would not be hard to follow. Hers would not be any less conspicuous, but at least it was black and could blend in more.
    “Would you like to drive my car?” She asked as she pulled out her keys and offered them to Jordan.
    “Ummm…I don’t know” he mumbled as he stared at the keys. But she came closer and shoved them in his hand, and he climbed into her small car. He had to push the seat back to fit his long legs, and he sat all the way back in the seat and grasped the steering wheel tight. “I can do this,” he said with a smile as he stared straight forward.
    “Not until you start the car.” She tried to look serious as she said it, but he looked scared and she couldn’t help but smile. “I trust you,” she said as she placed her hand on his. And when he turned his brown eyes toward her she nodded. She couldn’t say she trusted any other man; ever. But him she trusted with her life. She just hoped he could do the same.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     

    “Where are we going?” He asked innocently as he took a left at the end of the parking lot onto the main road.
    “I’m not sure for now,” she said evasively. “Just drive.”
    “I thought you were hungry.” She shook her head and turned to look out the back window of her car. “So why did we leave the apartment?”
    “Because we need to talk without anyone listening.” He refused to look at her, focusing completely on the road in front of him. But he did nod. “Let’s go somewhere public.”
    “How about the restaurant we ate at?” She shrugged. He drove in silence and she decided to turn on the radio. He made a face when she found a pop station and turned up the volume.
    “You don’t like pop music?” She wondered.
    “Not really,” he shook his head. He made a left turn and Florian turned her attention to the rear mirror. She saw a pair of headlights turn behind them, but she couldn’t tell for sure if they were following