Kye grabbed onto my arm harshly, pulling me out of the shower quickly and throwing a towel my way.

"What's going on?" I asked as he rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing two guns and passing one to me.

"I don't know," he said blankly, giving me a glance as I wrapped the towel around my body.

He quickly ran to the dresser and pulled out clothes, and I did the same on the other side.

"What are you doing?" He asked as I pulled on a shirt and pants.

"Getting ready to go out," I answered, securing the belt around my waist and placing the knives inside.

"No, you're going to stay here."

I just rolled my eyes, throwing my hair up in a quick ponytail as he secured his belt as well, and I watched as the tight black shirt showed his muscles, his biceps flexing as he put the belt in place.

"Have you forgotten that I am also in the mafia, the Americans best assassin?"

"No I haven't," he replied. "But if you remember the last mission we were on, you almost got killed, I won't let that happen again."

"It won't, I promise," I said to him as he clocked his gun, going by the door and turning back to me.

"Don't make promises you can't keep Aliyah," he said, "just listen and stay here."

"I'm going with you, and you know very well I will find a way out of this house."

He just sighed, closing his eyes as another gunshot rang out from outside, the bullet sound echoing across the walls.

Suddenly, the room became pitch black, the only light being the setting sun outside.

I felt him walk up to me, his fingers slowly trailing along the side of my jaw.

Then his lips barely touched mine, our breaths mixing together as he said his next words.

"Be careful," he said, "okay?"

I nodded my head, closing my eyes as he attached his lips to mine, kissing me softly.

He pulled me into a embrace, hugging me tightly as his hand went to my hair.

I felt his mouth open and close again, the nonexistent words on his tongue.

"Stay safe please, and don't get caught."

I let out a chuckle as he pulled away, his dark face in front of mine as he backed away.

"The jet is waiting at the hanger," he said as he grabbed the door handle.

"Meet me there in two hours," he looked down, taking a deep breath as he turned the handle.

"And if I'm not there, leave without me."

"I won't do that," I told him, stepping closer.

"You will, whatever happens; you will."

I couldn't say anything more when he opened the door, running out into the sea of people that were running down the small street.

I quickly ran out behind him, pushing past the people that were screaming, running from whatever was coming our way.

A sudden bright light made everyone scream again, and the sound of more guns surrounded around us, and people dropped dead on the pavement.

"The Russians," Kye breathed, "they're back."

I looked to where he was staring, a group of Russians running towards us, a large vehicle with a large gun driving behind them.

"We can't defeat them," I said to him, and he only grabbed my hand, following the swarm of running people.

"We're running?" I said to him as we swerved in and out of children, old men and women and regular people.

"There's two of us, and an army of them," he said as he pulled me along, "we have no choice."

We reached an alley way, the sounds of screams muffled from the large brick walls.

We both caught our breaths, the sweat beating from both of our foreheads as we stood there.

"We need to go, now." Kye said to me as he wiped the sweat from his face, and I nodded.

He froze, his body facing behind me and his eyes widening.

"How the fuck are you alive," he gritted out, pointing his gun.

I turned around, backing up as I looked at the person that stood before us, a smirk on his face.

"You're not happy to see me," he said, "my old friends."

"Stop with the games," I said, raising my gun towards him.

But he just clocked his gun, the gun that was pointed towards me.

"If you shoot me Kye, she goes down too," he said as I started to put my gun up, and he tsked.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said to me, and I stopped raising my hand.

"What do you want?" Kye asked.

He only just smiled more, tilting his head to the side as he gave me an evil grin.

There was a lamp post behind him, and once he moved his head, a large portion of blood was splattered on his face, and I watched as he winced.

"I want her," he said simply.

Kye's jaw tightened, "not happening."

A gunshot rang out, and I couldn't tell where it was coming from. But I watched as Kye pounced onto James.

Kye started to pound his fists into him, James doing the same as he flipped him over.

I aimed my gun, but as they both moved around frantically, trying to punch the other, I couldn't shoot, for I could hit Kye.

"Aliyah," Kye breathed, "run."

When I didn't move, he turned to me, and I widened my eyes at the blood on his face.

"Run!"

I did as he asked, and I ran down the alley, following the street lamps that lead me to the edge of the island.

I wanted to run back, I wanted to go help him. But I knew I couldn't do anything, and I knew he could help himself.

And I waited at the hanger, by the private jet that was supposed to take us home.

I watched for any movement under the lamp posts, but there was nothing, no sign of him at all.

"It's time to go Mrs. Santiago," the pilot said, and I only shook my head.

"Not yet," I told him, my gaze still focused on the side walk that I had followed.

"I'm sorry, but I have strict orders from your husband," he told me, walking closer.

"I know, but we will wait here, that's an order from me."

He only sighed, "then I am sorry, but I promised."

I didn't have time to comprehend what he was saying when he placed a cloth over my mouth and nose, grabbing me tightly as I thrashed in his grip.

"I'm sorry," he said as my vision became dizzy.

I took one last glace at the sidewalk again, and before I felt myself drift off, there was still no sign of Kye.