by Juniper Hart
She turned to search for the man who kept calling out to her, and her eyes widened as his shadow took form, as his silhouette became a clear picture in front of her.
“I am coming for you!” he repeated.
Darkness enveloped Nora, but not before a spark of faith lit her soul. She had seen his face, and while she did not know how any of it was possible, she had the utmost confidence that she would be saved.
Ansel, she thought. I did not imagine him. He is real. Ansel will come and fly me away.
8
Carrie smiled to herself, humming as she flopped onto the unmade bed. She wrapped herself in the sheets, her naked body still hot to the touch. Ansel had just left, and she could still feel the delicious warmth from their afternoon of lovemaking.
He really is a lot of fun, the brunette thought, licking her lips to taste the aftermath of Ansel’s salty kisses. I hope I run into him again before he leaves.
The encounter in his suite with the gunmen had scared her, but Ansel had explained their arrival with near laughter.
“They weren’t real guns,” he had told her reassuringly. “It was just a bad joke my manager was playing on me. He had no idea that you would be there.”
Carrie had been skeptical at first, but Ansel had licked away her fears in seconds, and she had soon believed him.
After all, she reasoned, if they had been out to hurt us, they wouldn’t have left witnesses behind.
Carrie stretched leisurely and sighed happily.
A knock on the door caused her to jump, but she instantly relaxed, a grin exploding on her face as she jumped to her feet, wrapping a sheet firmly around her chest.
He’s back for more already, huh? What a beast!
She threw open the door and gasped.
“Hello, sweetheart. Remember me?”
The man pushed his way inside the hotel room, and Carrie stepped back, trying to make sense of what he was doing there.
“Ansel isn’t here,” she explained quickly, looking behind the man who Ansel had called Tony. She was relieved to note that he wasn’t carrying a gun, but she was beginning to doubt Ansel’s story.
“I know, honey,” Tony replied, allowing the door to close behind him. Carrie gulped back her fear and stared at him.
“What do you want?” she whispered.
“I just want a little bit of information, sweetheart. I saw your boyfriend leave just now, and I was hoping you and I could have a little chat.”
Carried pulled the sheet tighter around her body, her face growing hot.
“I can’t help you. I don’t know anything,” she told him flatly.
Tony grinned lazily and looked around the room.
“I just wanna know a bit more about your boyfriend,” he explained. “What can you tell me about him?”
“He’s not my boyfriend. I barely know him at all!” she protested, gaping at him. “We only met a couple days ago after his fight.” And even if she knew something, she wouldn’t tell this man anything.
“You seem to be his go-to girl here in Vegas,” Tony purred, stepping closer. “You must know something,”
It was then that Carrie saw the gun in his waistband, and she shuddered slightly.
“You don’t need to get hurt, sweetie,” he continued. “I just wanna know why he is the way he is.”
Carrie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She had no idea what he was talking about.
“I don’t know anything about Ansel,” she told him. “I only know what I’ve read in the papers. He’s a heavyweight champion from England.”
Tony scowled, reaching for his pistol. He struggled to remove it for a second, and even though Carrie had the opportunity to run, she decided not to risk it.
I’ll tell him whatever he needs to know, and then he’ll go, she thought. He let me go last time. There’s no need for any violence this time either.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that, honey,” Tony growled. “I wanna know everything about him. Tell me about his family.”
Carrie shook her head again, her face gaunt as he waved the firearm in front of her.
“I swear, I don’t know anything about him!” she insisted. “Until a couple days ago, I only knew who he was from boxing. And…”
“And what?” Tony demanded, his patience waning.
Carrie lowered her hazel eyes downward, whispering her answer. “And we didn’t do a lot of talking.”
“Well,” Tony spat in resignation. “You are completely useless to me.” He raised the gun, and Carrie screamed out in terror.
“No! Wait!” she cried. “I know he has a girlfriend! Or an ex-girlfriend!”
Tony lowered his weapon slightly. “Oh? What about her?” Carrie struggled to catch her breath, terror spotting her vision.
“He’s looking for her. She probably knows everything about him!”
“I need a name, sweetheart,” Tony said. When Carrie remained silent, finding it was harder to breathe, he barked, “What’s her name?”
“Nora!” she gasped. “Nora…”
Suddenly her mind went completely blank as she tried to recall the name she had seen Ansel searching for in his computer.
“I’m waiting,” Tony hissed.
Carrie closed her eyes, trying to focus. “Nora…” She begged her brain to produce the information she needed.
The first shot landed in Carrie’s shoulder, and her eyes flew open in shock.
Tony had shot her.
“The next one will end it all,” he said flatly. “Give me a last name and give it to me now.”
Carrie shook her head, dizziness overwhelming her. Was this how her life was going to end? She had slept with the wrong guy, and now she would get murdered for it?
She gazed down at the blood gushing from her arm before looking back up at Tony.
“Nora Chambers,” she mouthed, falling onto the mattress.
Tony nodded approvingly. “Very good, sweetheart. Now, what else do you know about him?”
Carrie tried to shake her head, but the effort proved to be too much.
“I know you know why they call him ‘The Dragon’,” Tony continued. “How did he become that way?”
Spots danced before Carrie’s eyes, and she slipped toward unconsciousness. The question did not make any sense to her.
Why is he asking about his stage name? What does he want with Ansel?
“I need a doctor,” she moaned.
Tony snorted. “You tell me what I need to know, honey, and you can call yourself a doctor. If not…”
Carrie didn’t need to hear the rest of his sentence to know what he meant.
“I… don’t… know… what…” Her words were barely a slur. She didn’t even know what she was saying anymore. “Nora… Chambers…”
Before her eyes fell closed, she watched as Tony pointed the gun at her again. The last thing Carrie ever heard was the sound of him firing another bullet at her.
9
Slight turbulence, and a series of gasps echoed through the cabin as the airplane shook, but Ansel barely noticed, reaching for his drink. He was impervious to the bumps and bruises that accompanied flying. Even if he had not been, he was far too distracted to care about anything but Nora.
The dream he’d had the previous night had been so vivid. He was certain now that Nora was in danger. How had he not seen it before?
“You’re making me nervous,” Louis sighed, noting Ansel’s foot twitching dramatically. “What have you got to be so anxious about? You won!”
Ansel barely heard his trainer, his gray eyes fixed out the window of the airplane.
I can fly faster than this, he thought with some annoyance, and he wanted nothing more than to rip out the emergency exit and spread his wings so that he could go look for Nora. The minute we land, I will go to Switzerland.
Nothing made sense. Why would Nora be in Switzerland? How could she have forgotten him?
Ansel took a deep breath. Nora had always been able to care for
herself. No matter what danger she faced, she only needed to shift, and she would overcome anything in her way.
But there was a nagging in the back of Ansel’s mind that told him that she had forgotten more than who he was; she had also forgotten who she was.
I will get to the bottom of this in a few hours, he vowed confidently, despite the sense of dread in his heart.
“Ansel! Stop it!” Louis snapped, grabbing his leg. “What is wrong with you?”
Ansel turned and glanced at the man.
“Sorry,” he sighed. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“It isn’t easy being at the top, is it?” Louis chuckled. “There’s only going to be more to consume you later.”
“Not everything in life is about boxing.”
“No?” Louis replied, his face surprised. “What else is there?”
Ansel didn’t respond. He signalled the air hostess for another drink, and Louis gave him a warning look.
“You should take it easy,” the stocky trainer said quietly. “We don’t want a replay of what happened when you first tasted success.”
Under normal circumstances, Ansel would have ignored Louis’ reminder of a time he had lost control, but that afternoon, his nerves were much too taut for any jabs. He sneered at his trainer.
“How many bloody times are you going to use that as leverage?” he demanded. “That was years ago, and I have never gone astray again! You sound as if I run to the closest pub at my earliest opportunity.”
“I am just mentioning it—”
“I wish you wouldn’t!” Ansel snapped. “And leave me be.”
Louis threw up his hands.
“It is my job to look out for you,” he replied. “And I don’t want to see you fail.”
“You mean you don’t want to see yourself fail,” Ansel retorted. “God knows you live vicariously through me.”
It was a cheap shot, but Ansel didn’t care; Louis clammed up, folding his arms over his chest in silence.
Thank God. I can’t deal with him right now.
He pushed down the guilt he felt in his gut. After all, Louis was not entirely wrong.
When the trainer had first discovered him, Ansel had still been licking his wounds and pining for Nora. He had been uprooted from his home and separated from his brothers. Alcohol had been a welcome distraction, but it had also deterred him from his budding career.
Louis had weaned him off the sauce and into a celebrity, but Ansel had grown overconfident. After he had began to gain notoriety, he had found himself partying harder than he should have. It had taken Louis a long while to get Ansel back on track, and he had every right to worry about his investment.
Just not today, Ansel thought firmly. He wished that Louis had stayed back in the States, but for some inexplicable reason, he had decided to travel back to Ansel’s townhouse in London with him.
“I’m resting for a month,” Ansel warned him when they boarded the United Airlines flight to Heathrow Airport. “I am not training heavily until March.”
“I know,” Louis quickly replied. “I’m not expecting you to do anything until after Easter.”
Ansel sighed.
“Then why are you coming home with me?” he demanded, hating that he sounded so rude in his bluntness.
Louis stared at the floor as Ansel continued to gaze at him, like there was something remarkable on the tiles beneath their feet. They shuffled toward the first-class gate, and Louis still seemed to be grappling for the right answer.
“I thought maybe we could…” He didn’t finish his sentence.
“You thought we could what?” Ansel pressed on, and Louis let a sigh escape his lips.
“I met a girl,” he confessed.
“What?” Ansel asked in disbelief, chuckling. “When?”
“At that mixer for the lightweights in Liverpool,” Louis answered. “She lives in London, and we’ve been emailing…”
“Well, why didn’t you say so!” Ansel cried jovially, clapping his mentor on his back. “I can’t wait to meet her!”
But as Ansel sat restlessly on the flight over the Atlantic, he wished he had left Louis at the airport in Vegas.
I hope his girlfriend in London works out, because I don’t have time to babysit him, he thought grimly. And I sure as hell don’t have any patience for mending a broken heart.
He didn’t remind himself that Louis had spent more time babysitting him than any grown man should.
The flight attendant dropped his scotch and soda on the tray before him, offering Ansel an alluring smile.
“Anything else for you, Mr. Williams?” she asked coyly, and Ansel shook his head curtly.
“No. Thank you.”
“Very well,” said the flight attendant, walking away.
Ansel could feel Louis’ eyes on him, and he closed his own lids to avoid further conversation.
Come to me, Nora, he thought, his mind reaching out for her. Tell me where you are exactly.
But there was no response. He tried to retrace their last encounter, to imagine where she might have gone from the time she had stormed off. The world was at her fingertips, though, and he knew it. If she had wanted to put as much distance between them as possible, a few hours were enough time for her to have gone anywhere.
The shame inside him threatened to bubble over as he realized she may have been in danger for years.
In the last decade, she did not visit me in dreams like she used to, and that wasn’t enough to clue you in that something was wrong, he scolded himself. You are fated to one another, and yet you never questioned her absence.
Ansel could not change the past, and he needed to remind himself of that. All he could do was act in the present and hope he was not too late to bring her home to him, where she belonged.
A tiny blonde girl jumped from a waiting Mercedes and ran toward them, her face twisted in a smile of happiness.
“There is Tanya,” Louis muttered, and Ansel nodded.
“Good,” he mumbled. “You have a ride.”
“Darling!” Tanya cried, throwing her arms around Louis and kissing him on the mouth, her green eyes glinting with happiness. “You’re finally here!”
Ansel stared at the duo and idly wondered how long Louis had been seeing this girl. It was clear there was a level of comfort between them that couldn’t have grown in only a few days, and Ansel tried to recall a time that Louis had ever had a girlfriend.
He could not.
“Tanya Simmons,” Louis said, “this is my dear friend—”
“Oh, Louie, everyone with eyes and ears knows Ansel Williams!” she squealed, embracing Ansel without any warning. “I am so thrilled to finally meet you! Louie talks about you all the time!”
Ansel glanced at Louis, whose face had turned crimson with embarrassment.
“Lovely to meet you,” he replied. “You will see that Louie gets where he’s going then?”
The couple gaped at him in surprise.
“I can drop you at your flat,” Tanya replied. “It was all part of the plan.”
“No, thank you,” Ansel said. “I will just hail a taxi.”
Louis scowled slightly.
“Where are you going?” he demanded. “You need to rest after your flight.”
“And I will rest,” Ansel assured him. “After I return from taking care of something important.”
“It is no trouble,” Tanya hurriedly added. “If that is your concern. I had already intended to drive you home. I am surprised that Louis did not prepare you.”
“I am not going with you,” Ansel said flatly. “But I would appreciate it if you take my bags to my townhouse. My man, James, should still be awake, but if he does not answer, just use your key.”
Louis snickered. “Oh, no,” he snapped. “I am not your servant. You can take your bags with you, or you can come with us. It’s your decision.”
Ansel gritted his teeth in annoyance. He could not bring his luggage with him to Switzerland, and if Louis was goin
g to be stubborn… He was obviously still annoyed at Ansel because of what he’d said in the flight.
There is no point in fighting with him, Ansel thought with a sigh. We’re both exhausted. I will simply leave from my house.
“Very well,” Ansel agreed. “I will go with you.”
Tanya visibly exhaled, as if she had been expecting a brawl.
“Wonderful!” she exclaimed with too much enthusiasm, and Ansel glared at his trainer. Louis didn’t seem to notice. “Where do you live, love?” Tanya asked cheerfully after they had climbed into her vehicle.
“He lives in Chelsea,” Louis volunteered.
“As do I!” she squealed. “What part?”
Ansel cringed inwardly. The thought of having this woman for a neighbor was excruciating. Luckily for him, he could always avoid any potential friendship with her under the guise of training. Ansel gave her his address, and Tanya maintained a happy babbling all the way from the airport to their borough.
In ten minutes, Ansel thought between her yapping, I will be in my front door, and in half an hour, I will be heading out of the country again.
As they pulled onto Beaufont Street, heading toward the River Thames, Ansel was struck by a sense of déjà vu, like he had driven by the Thames before—or at least walked by it. He remembered that Nora had always loved to stand by the river and think.
Ansel wondered if maybe he had captured Nora’s memory, rather than recall his own.
“Is this yours then, love?” Tanya asked as she pulled toward his townhouse.
Ansel nodded, but his brow furrowed when he noticed the police vehicles parked at the curb.
“What’s going on?” he wondered aloud.
“We left them back in Vegas and they followed us home,” Louis chuckled, but Ansel did not smile as he slowly got out of Tanya’s car.
When they had left the Bellagio that morning, there had been half a dozen law enforcement cars parked in the lot, including a crime scene van. Louis had made a glib comment about them, but Ansel had barely paid him any attention. After all, they were in America. It was hardly an uncommon sight.