"There is something I must tell you before you go," I said looking at my brothers eyes sternly. I grab his arm as he starts to turn away, and he glances at me.

"What?"

"Please," I beg him as he is wearing a black hoodie and clutching sunglasses in his right hand. His body sighs and looks at me.

"Emmilia, nothing is going to happen, people aren't chasing our family," he hugs me tight and said, "The only thing is someone might recognize your russian accent." His warmth leaves me as he reaches the door before I could catch him. I run after him onto the concrete steps where its raining, but his black taxi is already hauling ass.

I turn to leave what is to be and look around to the house that soon I must leave. I rub the back of my neck and  hear the phone ring..

"Jack,"

"Emmilia, can I come over?"

"Whats this about?"I asked, his silence was draining the last of the energy Jacob had left behind. "Just come over Jack. Good Bye."

I hang up the phone and run upstairs scanning the room for any irregularities. Soon to hear three knocks on the door.

"Jack," I said as I beckon him inside. He is soaking with mother natures work.

"When were you going to tell me you were leaving?"

"I-I-I.." His lips dance with mine and his hands roam through my hair, my clothes are wet as I start to help Jack take off his coat and shirt.

"We should take this upstairs," Jack said as he his breath quickened.

"Yeah," was all I could manage to say.

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