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Prologue

Everyone has their demons, right? Mine were the worst ones of them yet. It’s hard to think of it now since a lot of time has passed by. I am sitting now in my living room next to the fire, and listening to the ticking of the clock. My husband is next to me but it was the hardest thing that I have accomplished. I had to make sure that he was safe before anything else. I had to fight in order to keep him safe and sound. I had to fight, and we will keep on fighting until death parts us. I love this man even though it brought me a lot of tears and pain.

Chapter 1

Morning Princess

Love someone who leaves so many holes in you that if they were to walk away, half of your soul would go with them.

Emery Allen

My bloody phone woke me up at seven forty-five in the morning, I looked at the caller's ID and got even more startled than I should have. It was Green, ever since that shit head found out that I was dating the most wanted man he couldn’t leave me alone, even though I was out of the game by the age of thirty. Five years man, I started dating him when I was twenty-one and didn’t know him well, I started to get to know him while we were dating and by the time I was twenty-five and he turned thirty-one this whole mess started, he got into this mess and dragged my ass into it as well. And burning my American passport was something that added oil to the fuel since I was living in Russia at the time and not the Unites States, the Embassy of course helped me get my documents up to date,but this mess was something that wasn’t funny, this is some serious business we are talking about, he was declared as a spy in both countries just because he decided to marry me move with me, meet the wrong people and get on the wrong side of the road, all this hell knows what of a situation occurred causing a chaos that wasn’t needed or wanted. I picked up the phone.

“Please don’t tell me I have to go to the office today.” I groaned.

“Morning princess! How’s my pooch doing?” Green started laughing on the other end.

“I ain’t no pooch, I’m a royal breed!” I stammered.

“Quit the yammering wild child and bring your ass up here, we need to talk.” He dropped the phone.

Great not only am I a bloody pooch, but I have to get into that bloody office, I wonder what it is now. A dying child case where I need to go and talk to the mother and tell her it’s going to be ok, even though I know the child has nine minutes to live, or another electric chair where I have to listen to the criminal tell me his story of how it all went. Green likes to use me because people talk to me, they open up like a book, I see through them and understand, I can care less if he killed someone or raped someone, we are all people, I used to take it all bad, I used to cry and not understand why, and now I don’t give a rats ass what they did, they all get what they deserve, the only people who I absolutely hate and will never understand are child molesters, I squirm when they tell me why they did it, or even how, I’ve been on the receiving end, and honestly, it grosses me out to this point. I mean I get that it’s a mental disease and everything. But I will stick to my opinion that those people should get killed. You might think, well she’s talking about rape like she gets it and bla, bla,bla, open your eyes up people, rape, you can say that someone raped you to get money out of it or something else, you get drunk and someone takes advantage of you and that’s rape, but sometimes, when you do something like getting drunk, hear me out on this one okay? Even if you’ll get butt-hurt over all this, when you drink with men, shit like this happens, and even the other was around, so please don’t get mad at me for saying this but, we all choose what happens to us, and we cry about it later, when it’s over, is why cry over it and say that this world is so unfair. It ain’t the world that is unfair, it’s the people who surround us, if you surround yourself with idiots, monsters and animals you’ll get what you plant. So no hurt feelings alright. Just business. I know I might seem harsh and rude but I had a good teacher, the world and the people who were around me, and despite the gruesome outcomes and the dung that I’ve been through I learned how to be happy and live my life, be more positive and thrive. So please, don’t get mad. It is what it is. I got up, messy hair day and I didn’t care. I got into my Dodge Challenger Hellcat and drove off to the police department, I had a feeling that this is going to be a crappy ass day. I stopped by Starbucks and got myself a pumpkin spice latte, when I got to the police department there were not only police cars but people from the FBI and CIA, this is not good, at all. I remember when all those watch dogs grabbed me and Amanda, when my soon to be husband got into the organization called “FODFOG” which stood for Free of Death Free of Government, they stood up for people and corruption and decided to make the world a better place, but instead of that they made shit worse, like killing some people that were part of the arm controlling the government the elite members if you will, the powerful people with the money if you will. This is not going to be a good conversation I was sure of it, this is something that I didn’t want to be a part of, but if I leave now, I’ll be on the list of wanted criminals again and the SWAT team will be at my house and that is the risk that I was not willing to take, I already made the mistake of doing some shit that made it worse and I don’t want to risk my odds, even if they will be in my favor this isn’t Hunger games, this is a monstrous problem that I never wanted to be in, I would rather be dreaming rather than all this. I slowly got out of my car.

“Good morning Darya!” I heard a familiar voice.

“AMANDA!” I hollered. “I missed you so much!”

“Well, thanks to you I got my job back at the police department since you started working with us.” She said happily.

I forgot to tell you, the way she lost her job in the first place is that, we met at a bar, after work and she didn’t know who I was and all that jazz, and when my boyfriend got into the mess, we became acquainted and hung out all the time and the departments thought that she was with us and this whole facade was created so we could have one of our people in the department, it was a mess.

“I’m glad you got your job back!” All I could say.

We started to walk towards the department. We walked slowly and I felt like time was dragging out and this was getting to me more and more, the fact that I was walking myself into the arms of a demon and he would eat me. Now that is something. Amanda was practically holding me to make sure that I wasn't going to turn around and run, there was nowhere to run and hide and that was the biggest issue as of now. I felt like a prisoner going to his last trial, this was it for me, I was screwed over, by my own dumb decision, I was in love with a man that was a criminal and this is the price that I had to pay for his decisions not mine, just because I was affiliated with him and the first suspect, they thought that I knew where he was, and not going to lie I did know where, but I’m not someone who is going to rat out the man I was in love with, after all he was my ride or die and we went through hell in order to be together and I will not give him up, even if it meant that I had to play a wolf in sheep's clothing. An interesting thought came into my mind that since I know they already know too, the letters that came in the mail, they could’ve tracked the address of the sender and then all this operation to save his rear end would go under cats’ ass.

“What are the watch dogs doing here?” I asked Amanda.

“Don’t call them that.” She replied.

“I don’t care, to me all of you are watch dogs, you don’t even know what you’re doing.” I hissed.

“They’re here for you!” She sighed.

So indeed I was right, the watch dogs found out the location of my beloved, and I had to think of the plan fast, in order to cover myself and keep him out of danger that was about to happen. We walked through the doors of the police department. Mr. Green was talking to the men from CIA and FBI, as soon as they seen me walking through the doors the room got silent, I could hear myself breathing and how blood was drumming against my ears, for some reason I felt like a fox driven into a dead end and I was looking at hunters and their dogs, now I am the prey and they are the predators, that was an awful thought that came to mind. I could feel that my legs were getting limp, my whole body, this is not good I started counting and as soon as I got to ten I felt that this is going to be a fiasco, the lights turned off and I fainted, I fell in front of the predators, the prey has lost, this once I have lost all, I thought as my head hit the floor.

“Wake up sunshine!” Yelled Mr. Green, slapping me and spitting water on my face.

I opened my eyes and looked around, they were standing around me, the Chief of FBI and CIA, looking, judging me.

“You good?” Mr. Green asked. A hint of worry was in his voice.

All I could do was nod, I took the cup that Mr. Green handed me and took a sip. I felt better, maybe it’s not as bad as it all seemed to me in the first place, it was all in my head, the demons talking, the fact that I was afraid. I got up and with the help from Amanda and Mr. Green walked to the conference room, where the meeting was held, the lights were off and the projector was on showing my face and Andreys’ face, and the location, he was back in Russia, it all made sense now why he has contacted me and told me that we will soon meet. The pieces of the puzzle seemed to come together, and the reason Green wanted me to make my way into the police department, why those people were here, it all dawned on me, Andrey decided to take the game to a whole different level now, the show must go on, and each of us play a part in it, but this time I’m not the bad guy, I need to rescue not only myself but his as well from drowning. This whole game just got harder than I’ve planned I didn’t want to be the pawn in chess, but this chess piece can change when it reaches the end off the board of the opponent, this is going to be hard game but we need to win it if we want to survive, and it seems that he was telling me the truth when he said that he was framed, they found a boy to mess with but they didn’t know that their plan would not work out.

“We’re meeting here because we have found Andrey, he’s in Russia.” the CIA agent said, looking at me hungrily.

“Also it came to our attention that Darya had been talking to him and knew his whereabouts but didn’t say anything to the investigators, so the investigation couldn’t go on.” He continued.

I looked at him giving him the most dumbfounded face that I could have given at the moment, I was happy that they couldn’t find him for three years and he was still free, he wasn’t in prison or even worse killed. On one hand I was happy on the other anxious. I looked at him and he started blushing and looked away. I stared right through him, and I was glad that I could lie to them so well, even though they say they know how to read body language. I was faster and more sly than them. I won this race for a moment and gave some time to my beloved to finish the things that he had to do.

“We want her to work with us but how can we trust her?” the CIA agent continued his rant.

I looked at him and smiled wickedly and decided to speak up for myself and keep my honor holding my head up, I felt like a queen, I was ahead, but I had to keep my cool in order not to give myself away, the game is still on and we need to keep it together if we both want to be free and alive.

“Sir, I am sorry for what I have done, but there were no ill intentions I promise.” I said.

He looked at me as if I put cyanide in his tea and he drank it and I told him that it was poisoned only after he took a sip. I have you up my sleeve. I took a deep breath and remembered all the things that happened to me to make myself cry and continued on my rant.

“I am a scared, and tricked woman, I love him and I am sure that he didn’t do the things that you are accusing him of, I swear he’s not a bad guy.” I cried.

Hot tears were streaming down my face and Mr. Green gave me a handkerchief to wipe my tears and blow my nose into. The CIA agent gulped loudly, now I have you, I am powerful and I am over you. I started to shake, I wanted to laugh, skip and dance but I couldn’t show it, cold head, cool mind, I need to continue with what I learned to do, I need this. They almost walked into my trap, I need to keep going. I need to win this chess game. I ought to, not for me, but for my relationship and to escape the juror and life in prison. I sobbed loudly I couldn’t keep it straight any longer the thoughts of how Andrey and me fought hit me like cold water and I started to bawl I couldn’t stop, I remembered all the fights that we have had and the fact that we were married, we actually got married in Russia and I brought him here, I gave birth to our son and we were happy, until we decided to move, I convinced him to move here, I wanted us to have a happy life and for a while we did, we both worked the child was healthy and happy, until we moved here and he met that guy. I'll never forget him or his face. After a long day we left our son Damon with Alex. And went to a bar where we met Mr. Hendrich. He was an interesting man, he looked like an ordinary man, nothing special. He offered Andrey a job, he spoke very horrible English but understood, he stuck him into some office where there were documents and he wanted him to translate into Russian and send them overseas. I remember the conversation that they had one of the nights that he came over.

“Andrey, you’re a good man, and I am happy that you are working for me.” Mr. Hendrich said, smiling his huge white smile.

“We don’t want anything bad happening right?” he continued.

All Andrey could do is nod. Now I understand why Dameon didn’t like him. I wasn't fond of him either. Soon after that conversation Andrey started coming home late, or bloody and beat, I was frightened that they would kill him. I begged him to stop but he said they paid well so we had to work together on this. Then, one of the businessmen who was part of the corrupt system, and after that Andrey disappeared. I cried and screamed scaring Dameon so I asked Alex to take him for a while. I didn't want to traumatize him with the way I was acting. It was scary enough. Amanda came a week after that accusing me of being a spy and she lost her job. I went through investigations and interrogations and after they found that I know as much as they did, they left me alone. They saw another thing in me though, I was able to connect to people and make them talk. So god knows why, this is still a question that hasn’t been solved for me. They hired me to work for them and I made twice as much money than I did before. And after a year passed Andrey decided to tell me where he is and that he’s in trouble and I had to help him. And once again the issues with everyone started once again. Great.

“Are you with us?” Mr. Green shook me by the arm.

I sighed. Apparently when I got engrossed in my thoughts I put my head down and cried, I didn’t miss anything because everyone went silent, and they were surprised to such a rich reaction from me, I rarely gave that reaction as they’ve seen in my case file so they were baffled and stunned that a person like me could feel such feelings.

“I’m sorry if…” the CIA agent said.

“You’re fine.” I said, “Continue.”

The CIA agent showed all the slides and explained everything that was happening, and how I could help and the mission that we would all need to complete. His words were interrupted by Patrick who came into the conference room. He smiled and waved at me, the strong scent of his perfume hit my nostrils and I wanted to vomit then and there, I hated how he smelled and acted. A true narcissistic bitch that was raised by a family of hyenas.

“Poor little pooch.” he gaffaed.

Mr. Green gave him the nastiest look that was possible. He knew how our last meeting went when he decided to touch me and my nerves went haywire. The whole police department went on lock down, I nearly killed him, I stomped on his head and was practically dancing on him, he was taken to the hospital, I broke four of his ribs, broke his jaw and he had a severe concussion from me. But this man had no limits and never learned from his mistakes. All I could do was smile and my hand as a reflex grabbed a telephone book that was laying near me and chucked it at Patrick, the CIA agent ducked so it wouldn’t hit him instead of my target. The whole room heard the swish that the book made while flying towards my enemy. It hit him so hard that he nearly fell. Everyone clapped in the room and I heard from the corner to my left how someone chuckled.