So, since I did a pt. 2, I figured I might as well keep going with a pt. 3 and so on, and try to make something of this thing.
For those who have enjoyed the story thus far, I express my deepest appreciation. I will do my best to give you something worth reading, but please keep your expectations low, as this is still very new territory to me.
Here are links to the first and second parts of the story. When I have time, I will try to get them all in one cohesive post.
Nothing Ever Goes As Planned
Emil grabbed Eva tight around the arm and shoved his pistol hard into the small of her back. Against her will, she let out a small grunt of pain. She was furious with herself for letting the bastard know that it hurt.
“My car is downstairs. I would be honored if you would join me for the remainder of the evening,” Emil whispered in her ear. “And please don’t think of doing anything foolish, Eva. Stay quiet and talk to no one.” He shoved the pistol even harder into her back for emphasis.
“Open the door. Slowly,” Emil instructed her. Eva did as she was told, and they exited the cloak room, keeping a smooth, steady pace the entire length of the opulent hallway.
As they reached the stairs which led to the main gala, Emil stopped short. “Remember, Eva, speak to no one. This is no time for games.”
Eva had no plans to resist. She was currently at a severe disadvantage, and truthfully, she did not want to resist. She still had a mission to carry out and did not want Vasilev slipping through her fingers. Playing the compliant captive was the best hand she had for the moment.
They arrived at Emil’s car where his driver, a sheer mountain of a man, was waiting patiently. As he opened the rear door, Emil shoved Eva into the back seat, and climbed in the vehicle behind her. He nodded to the driver and in moments, they were on the road and headed for a destination unknown to Eva.
The ride took place in complete silence.
Emil didn’t say a word to Eva or his driver. In fact, he didn’t even look at Eva except for a quick, casual glance from time to time. Clearly, the thought that she may attempt something was of no concern to him.
For her part, Eva kept her eyes locked on Vasilev the entire time. She wanted to claw his eyes out right then and there just to hear him scream in agony. But even still, despite that, something was pulling at the back of her mind. She kept drifting back to the cloak room. To the thought of his mouth pressed against hers. To the feeling of his hands on her taut body.
Suddenly, she felt a flush of shame wash over her. “How can you think that way about this fucking murderer?” she thought furiously to herself.
“Snap out of it, Eva,” she told herself. And yet, for all her might, she could not keep from wondering what it was about this man that enticed her so. There was a layer she could not see and it drove her almost mad trying to reconcile facts with the unknown.
The ride took approximately forty five minutes and consisted of mostly darkened back roads. Unsurprising for a man of Vasilev’s reputation. To say he had enemies would be a massive understatement.
Finally, they arrived at a large iron gate with a guard shack adjacent. The mountain in the front seat rolled down his window, and spoke quickly and quietly to the guard. Eva took note of this security measure and kept her eyes open for others. surely there were several.
The limo rolled quietly down a long driveway which was most assuredly lined with several closed-circuit cameras, and finally they reached their destination.
Eva had always heard Vasilev was a man of elegant tastes, and it showed. The mansion was everything she could imagine and then some. The grounds were impeccably kept, and as she had already assumed, well-guarded.
The driver put the limo in park, killed the ignition, and moved swiftly to the back door of the car. As Emil exited out his side, the driver opened Eva’s door and none to gently removed her from the vehicle.
They made their way up the front steps and stopped in the breezeway. Vasilev, still silent, looked at Eva casually, then down at the clutch he had taken from her in the cloak room, and then nodded toward a door behind her.
As he turned on a heel and walked away, the wall of humanity standing watch grabbed Eva and directed her to the door Emil had gestured towards. He opened it and led, almost shoved, her down a long staircase.
The landing led straight into a long hallway. “All the way down. Last door on the left,” the driver said in a low growl. As much as Eva wanted to spin around quickly and shatter his kneecap, she nodded softly and started making her way down the long hall.
When they reached the end of the hallway, they stopped at the door.
“In,” the driver grunted.
Eva opened the door and made her way into nothing. The room was almost completely empty save for one lone wooden chair in the middle.
The last thing she heard was the sullen turn of a key and the fading footsteps of her none too charming escort. And then, silence.
The Beginning At Last 
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