"Episode 25 - Nightmares and fantastic fuck."  

"Why?" She lifted her head to steal a couple of pecks from my lips. My body shook and I grinded my pelvis against her with full force. She threw her head back and moaned.

"Protection. I didn't use protection." I didn't want to think about the consequences because they were too dire.

"I'm good. I have a patch." She lifted the riffles to show me the incision sight of her hip. Her hair felt slightly damp but not wet. I had never been with anyone without a condom and it burned me inside to have known other men have might have felt her like I do. "I always use condoms anyways so if you want to, we can."

"I can't. Not with you. I need to feel you bare." I latched my mouth onto the silky skin on the top of her breast.

"I'd like that." Her heavy breathing under my lips confirmed that. I felt her heartbeat against my lips. It was racing, just like mine.

"Good."

Then, I explored her body, like it was a map to the destination of my happiness. I took my time taking off the lace barrier that divided my sin from hers. 

I was fully naked within minutes, just like she but not before I snapped a dozen pictures of her on my phone. I didn't know why either of us were documenting our affair, even though we didn't include our faces in this set. Nevertheless, there were yet more to come.

When we were done, we lay on top of the covers with the A.C. blasting its cool air on us. The perspiration covering our bodies began to dry, started sticking to our skin. She was awake, but her eyes were closed. I slowly ran my hands up and down her body trying to lure her to sleep but when my phone suddenly pinged, she moaned, twisted herself to check what was going on.

I chuckled at her one eye cracked open. When I picked up, she turned, resting her hand on my thigh. My focus deflected when I saw it was Jake calling me.

"What up, man?" I checked the time before and it read 2.17am.

"I found him." He breathed. Straightening immediately, I startled Elena. My free hand went straight into her hair, trying to soothe her.

"Where?" I ordered.

"He's in New York. The former Secretary of Defence, now owns a $70 Million dollars' pent house right near Capone Tower." He explained, I could hear him clicking away on his keyboard. "His closest allies are the Saudi Oil moguls and they regularly make donations in his charity that hasn't treated a sick patient since 1990 when the organization of born."

"That's fine but what about the Russian ties. Why would he refuse to send us the damn chopper?" My head was pounding so loud in my ears, I couldn't even hear Jake for a while.

"The Bravta leader was his ticket to retirement. He was paying him too keep the Bratva prostitution ring going on in DC, Las Angeles and LA. 

But when the NSA picked up some chatter about the leader trying to purchase some top of the line missile launchers. That's why you guys went in, took him out." He was babbling.

"I know that bit." I spoke through gritted my teeth. The anger alarmed her, making up sit up and rub a hand up and down my back while she rested her pretty lips on my shoulder. It worked, it calmed the storm slightly.

"What you didn't know what the Jonathon Smith was the one who tipped them off when he found the chance. Gave them your location. It was the Foreign Minister that lobbied everyone in the Situation Room to deploy the chopper even when you were made. I think the bastard just wanted you guys to die for taking out his money supply away."

My brain throbbed, trying to absorb all the information all at once.

"So, my friends died because some rich politician wanted to get even richer and when we took that away because the government ordered us to, he tried to get us killed?" My voice was calmer than a frozen glacier but inside, bright red anger clasped it grip on my soul. All I wanted was his blood.

"I found a Swiss bank account under a pseudo name that is indirectly linked to the Bratva and Jonathon Smith that he still takes money out of."

"Then how do you know that he was the one that leaked out coordinates?"

"Because, according to the minutes from the Situation Room, he was the only one that wanted to leave you guys there, talking about sacrifice and crap where as everyone wanted to send in a chopper. 

They fought over it for hours and when they finally decided to dispatch the chopper, he left the room and the chopper was dispatched.

"It took 30 minutes for the chopper to get to you and 20 for them to find you. You guys were pinned under fire for 10 minutes before you were rescued. You guys would have been fine if they just sent it instead of arguing for so long. 

They are all on here, in the minutes but what the people didn't know that he was tied to Bratva and I just told you how and why." He inhaled loudly, like he was out of breath.

"Thank you, Jake." I popped my neck. "Be ready tomorrow night. I'll be needing you on computer." He knew the deal. It wasn't his first rodeo with me since I'd been back.

"Sure."

I cut the call and brought myself back to the present instead of imagining myself in Russia, watching Jared bleed out. The feeling of helplessness when I couldn't move because of my busted knee. The agony, the pain of losing a friend, the cold, it all assailed me, sucking me back to that night.

We didn't understand why they wouldn't just send a chopper when we'd been waiting for 2 hours. Our team leader was able to get through with the SAT phone but they didn't fucking respond because they had left us there to die.

My knee started to throb. The scar threatening to open up.

"Ah!" I saw blood on my hand, mine maybe or Jared's, when I reached for my knee. The white bed sheets confused me because I could feel the cold snow around me.

"Gabriel?" A soft whisper of my name startled me. We weren't allowed to use real names for obvious reason but why would someone whisper my name above all the gun fire. My heart was pounding.

"Gabriel." Someone shook me vigorously. Threat. How did they get so close?

In one motion, I had the person on their back with me pinned on top. The softness and scent muddled with my reality and imagination. Hands reached my face and slid back into my hair without malice "GABERIEL" she screamed.

"Huh!" The fog swirled the, twisting the image of brutal night with it.

A beautiful woman was beneath me. I had her pinned from her shoulder, my thighs blocking her hips. Her mouth hung open, eyes wide, eyebrows raised in shock. "Gabe."

"Elena." FUCK. My mind finally returned. I tried to jump away like I'd just been burnt but she tightened her hold on my hair.

"Look at me." She shook my head. "You're here, with me. You're safe and okay." She lowered my head, brought me even closer to her. My eyes zeroed in on the hand prints I left on her shoulders.

"FUCK." I tried to get way but she wouldn't let go. Instead, she brought me closer to her, allowed me the honour to bury my head in the crook of her neck. I didn't deserve her or her tenderness. 

It had been a long time since I had a flashback like that. Unlike now, I used to remain in them for longer. Once I found myself in the corner of my apartment in Miami before I moved to New York city.

I had no one to bring me back, to tell me it was okay. Her nails scraped against my skull.

"It's okay. I'm right here." I was laying on top of her, my legs hung off the bed. When our naked bodies connected, I felt whole again, like everything was truly going to be alright.

"Elena." I whispered her name like it was a prayer.

"Shh." She cooed, stroking a hand up and down my back. "Just relax tonight, you have a big night tomorrow." She knew exactly what I was going to do tomorrow but she didn't try to stop me. 

She didn't try to talk about forgiveness and all that crap. People like us weren't given a chance in life, I might had gotten lucky but the damaged had been done already before that.

Whereas Elena, she was still in her prison and she didn't even know it. We had to snatch that little bit of happiness or content when we could because no one would ever just hand it to us. I wondered how far she was willing to go.

Would she ever kill for it? Like me. 

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