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Simon had indeed put the protocol in to work, and as planned he made sure Arkka got a fake passport, money, a cell phone and a new and secure location where he would be picked up by his men. Strangely he wasn’t looking forward to going back home, knowing he wouldn’t see Demi any more, it would have been far too dangerous for her. That was his world, murder, violence, foul and dirty trickery were daily business. Besides, he wanted to get revenge for the murder of his son and men, he wanted Almeida’s blood on his hands, he wanted to watch him slowly die, preferably also very, very painful.

“What are you thinking?” He heard a soft voice saying. Demi had walked over to him, handing him a towel.

By the look on his face, she knew something was going on. She also knew that he would go away pretty soon, and she would never see him again. The mere thought of that made her a little nauseous, she pushed it a side quickly, there was noting she could do about it.

He looked at her when she gave him the towel. Her hair was tousled, and her face looked like she’d been fucked, which of course she had... he grinned.

“I was thinking your face looks like you’ve been fucked.” Arkka smirked. His smirked got even bigger when he saw her face turned red that same instant.

“And to be honest, I think I’m up for round two in a couple of minutes. I’m going to get the package. Stay here.” A couple of minutes later, he was back.

“Get dressed, we’re leaving.” He said in a dark voice and walked to the wardrobe to get some clothes.

The way he said this made it clear he had got a message he wasn’t too happy with. Demi decided not to ask questions and just do as he told her, not that she was an obedient person, but he looked so tense, it was the wisest thing to do.

Although the lady that probably lived here was a lot taller and bigger, Demi decided to put on one of the woman oversized black, knitted sweaters and her own jeans, they still had a few stains on it, but at least it would fit. An oversized sweater was one thing, oversized pants didn’t really appeal to her.

As Demi put on her clothes, Arkka had already gone downstairs. The phone in the package already contained a message. His men would be arriving at an address, 155 miles away, tonight.... In two days he would be back in Finland. The thought of getting revenge for his son’s murder felt good, but the thought of Demi walking out of his life made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time... regret... Just as quickly as she had walked into his life, she would leave...

They drove the 155-mile almost in complete silence. Sometimes he answered a question Demi ask him, but most of the time he’d stayed quiet, Demi hardly said anything either, both stuck in their own thoughts.

The address was a small Hotel, in the middle of nowhere. They arrived there around 3.30 p.m., checked in and went to their room. Demi kept surprising him, she hadn’t tried to force answers out of him, she hadn’t made an attempt to escape nor did she try to give any signals to the hostess of the Hotel.

At the hotel, they were given a room on the ground floor, which Simon probably arranged for. The room was easy to excess and exit.

He had about another 7 to 8 hours left before his men would arrive, at least 7 hours to be with her, to enjoy her company. His little spitfire. The least he could do is to have a “romantic” diner with her. Not that he was a romantic, but he knew the ladies liked it, he didn’t think Demi would be any different. When she disappeared into the bathroom to freshen up, he ordered diner to be served in their room, he didn’t want to take the risk of being recognized.

After he ordered diner, he called Simon to find out which of his men would come and from which airport they would leave. He wanted to keep control of all the reins as much as possible.

When Simon informed him there was a slight change in plans, his men would be there at 9 p.m. instead of 11 p.m., Arkka cursed out loud. He heard Simons surprise over the phone, but wasn’t going to enlighten the man.

Demi heard Arkka on the phone, talking to someone, judging by the swearing, someone told him something he didn’t like at all. You didn’t need to be a genius to understand curse in any kind of language. Demi got out of the bathroom, and walked up to him and sat down on the bed next to him.

“What time will you be picked up?” Demi asked, she wasn't a fool, she knew that he would be gone tonight. The way he looked at the clock, closing his eyes and rubbing his chin, gave it away. He hadn’t done it very frequently, but she saw it happening when he thought she wasn’t paying attention.

“Around 9 p.m.” Arkka told her. He noticed she was startled by his answer. Did she really not want him to go, or was it just his imagination playing tricks on him? For a moment, he just looked at her, then got up and slowly walked up to her. He put his hand around her chin and pulled her up, his other hand holding her lower back.

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t want me to go?” He asked her. He didn’t wait for her answer, but pulled her even closer and pressed his lips on hers. Her lips opened up immediately to let his tongue slip in and kissed him back eagerly, one hand holding his wrist, the other cupping his neck pulling him even closer. They stayed like that for a while, until there was a knock on the door. Room service brought their diner. He shoved Demi into the bathroom and quickly put on some glasses he took from the bungalow, making sure that he stayed behind the employee as much as he could so that way he wouldn’t be recognized.

When the man had left, Demi got out of the bathroom and smelled the delicious smell of Italian food, her mouth started to water. She looked at Arkka and decided that she wanted to enjoy their last moments, and not think about tomorrow.

Arkka put the tray on the bed and sat down beside it, Demi joined him on the other side. The started eating in silence

“I’m not good at small talk.” Arkka said, trying to break the silence. This made Demi look up at him and started to grin.

“Well, it’s nice to know there’s something you’re not good at.” And her grin grew.

Although the situation was a little awkward, they enjoyed the meal, once in a while one of them would say something, but they mostly ate in silence.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He answered and after a short conversation, he got up and gathered his stuff. Although it wasn’t nearly 9 p.m., Demi knew he was leaving. It took him just a few minutes to get ready.

“The police are on their way, somebody tipped them of.” He cupped her face with both of his hands and kissed her deeply.

Without a word, he turned around and left through the window. He didn’t threaten her, he didn’t tell her what to say to the police. He shook his head while he walked away. This woman had made him do things he would have never done for another soul.

There was an emptiness inside he never felt before, he felt like an idiot.

“Get a grip, you moron.” He muttered to himself.

"You only know this woman for what? 1 day!” He felt foolish for feeling this way, and yet, he felt a pang of disappointment in his chest when he realized he would never see her again.

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