08-17-2016, 11:34 AM
Connor looked around, feeling a twinge of loss at leaving this place one last time. This was where he had been reborn, had come to life again. Moscow would always hold a special place in his heart, for that, for giving him her.
But the truth was, it wasn't home. It had never been home. Home was with those he loved. Everything else was just places he'd lived. A lot of them, to be sure. Some enjoyed; some could drop off into a hole in the earth, for all he cared.
With Ayden....no. Not Ayden. Damn! He was gonna have to work at this. Nikki. Nikki. Nikki. Nikki. Nikki. He'd suggested it her, half as a joke. A stripper name. But she was so sweet and he smiled when she said she liked it. At least he hadn't said Candi or Chandelier or something. He didn't have the heart to tell her, at least now. Maybe later, after he had more practice with his gun. But he'd always smile when he'd say her name now. A secret for another time.
In truth, though, there was a sense of excitement. They were leaving, starting a new life. What did it matter that it was under a different name. The most important name was still with him. And the most important woman. As for Jaime...well she was better off. After Hayden had died, any last residual interest in at least staying in contact or checking up on each other had died. His aunt, well, that was another story. He felt a twinge of guilt at leaving her not knowing. But she had tolerated him at best. She may not even notice he had left.
It was the price of their new life, and cheap for all that.
"So...Darling Nikki. Where in the US are we going?"
But the truth was, it wasn't home. It had never been home. Home was with those he loved. Everything else was just places he'd lived. A lot of them, to be sure. Some enjoyed; some could drop off into a hole in the earth, for all he cared.
With Ayden....no. Not Ayden. Damn! He was gonna have to work at this. Nikki. Nikki. Nikki. Nikki. Nikki. He'd suggested it her, half as a joke. A stripper name. But she was so sweet and he smiled when she said she liked it. At least he hadn't said Candi or Chandelier or something. He didn't have the heart to tell her, at least now. Maybe later, after he had more practice with his gun. But he'd always smile when he'd say her name now. A secret for another time.
In truth, though, there was a sense of excitement. They were leaving, starting a new life. What did it matter that it was under a different name. The most important name was still with him. And the most important woman. As for Jaime...well she was better off. After Hayden had died, any last residual interest in at least staying in contact or checking up on each other had died. His aunt, well, that was another story. He felt a twinge of guilt at leaving her not knowing. But she had tolerated him at best. She may not even notice he had left.
It was the price of their new life, and cheap for all that.
"So...Darling Nikki. Where in the US are we going?"