Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Lucian

The UK was five hours ahead of NYC. My senses were fried when the plane began the descent—the day already marching on ahead outside. My interior clock was a mess, but I still managed to keep my thoughts together and my mind on high alert. I had to. We still had a long fucking way to go.

People were already bustling into action when the plane touched down onto the runway. The thank you for traveling with Jettison Air recordings were lost in the thrum as everyone went full throttle into gathering their things together. I stayed still. Quiet in the chaos. Waiting, poised.

My eyes were on the woman a few rows ahead of me, getting to her feet with a smile at the couple who’d been sitting next to her.

I let the two guys to the side of me out into the aisle and held back even more, pretending to be busy with my briefcase as Elaine joined the line to get off the plane. I was one of the last people to step past the attendants with a smile and a thank you, and once again there was no flag as to my identity, they just let me right on by with a wave and a you’re welcome.

London Heathrow felt so much different to JFK. I’d been before, and there was always some kind of cultural overtone to it but it felt more pronounced somehow. Maybe that’s what happens when you are effectively emigrating. You get a whole load more sensitivity to the new world around you.

Elaine was ahead in the line far enough that she was out of my view, but I caught sight of her again once we got to the baggage collection. She was on the other side of the conveyor to me, and jumped into action when her friend’s battered old suitcase came out for collection. I gave her the slightest nod as her eyes met mine and she moved along to passport control.

My suitcases were some of the last to appear which again felt damn weird considering I usually had people jumping to attention everywhere I went, clicking my fingers and having my wishes delivered in a flash. That just confirmed again what I already knew. Being Lucian Morelli with an empire around me was very, very suited to my nature. Even carrying my own luggage through to that damn check-in felt like a fucking drag.

Elaine was already through and out the other side when I stepped up to the counter.

I was steady. Composed. Confident. They let me through without a challenge, and then I was there. Done. We were through border control into a whole new country and a whole new life set for the taking. I felt a sense of relief I’d never felt before. It consumed every breath. Hell. Fucking. Yes.

There she was in the main terminal, waiting for me with that battered suitcase resting against her legs, her eyes alive with a clear sense of relief that mirrored mine.

Her arms slung around my neck when I reached her.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she breathed, clearly gushing it out. “I’ve been waiting to say it for hours. Just because I can. Just because I want to. And I can, now! I can say it!”

Fuck, how it made me smile.

“I love you too, baby,” I whispered to her. “Believe me, you’ll be knowing it soon enough. I’ll be showing you how much I love every single little part of you. Inside and out.”

Only that wasn’t for now. Now I was absolutely fucking exhausted.

People were all around us, but they weren’t really looking. We got a baggage cart and walked along, blending right into the masses. Her eyes were darting everywhere as we made it through the main terminal, her enthusiasm palpable. I had to dig through one of my bags to find a bank card associated with one of my other IDs and use that in the cash machine for some British pound sterling, and she was still wide-eyed at the people and the accents passing by.

Her energy dried up somewhat when we found a cab and they helped us load our suitcases up into the trunk. We practically flopped into the back seat as our exhaustion truly caught up with us. It had been a long fucking flight.

Elaine’s fingers squeezed mine and she let out a yawn as she arched her back against the seat, barely able to keep her eyes open.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” I told her, but she shook her head.

“Not until I can sleep curled up against you, warm in bed. My chest is hurting again, but not so bad.” She smiled. “You saved me from that. You are amazing.”

But I loved the cuteness in her. Such adoration was the most intoxicating thing.

“Where in the city are you headed?” the cab driver asked and I made up an answer on the spot.

“Elephant and Castle.”

Elaine looked at me as the cab set off. “I’ve never heard of that.”

I shrugged. “Quite a memorable name, you’ll be sure to remember it.”

I’d been to Elephant and Castle once as a boy on my way to some deal with my father. It had certainly stuck in my memory. It wasn’t a particularly grand part of the city, which was necessary seeing as I hadn’t organized my identity and my finances. I couldn’t be too grandiose. Not yet anyway.

The outside rumbled by in a blur as we made our way from the airport to the city. I could barely keep my eyes open.

“Elephant and Castle,” the driver said finally.

I snapped back to attention, checking out the street through the window.

I got him to pull up outside a budget inn that looked significantly nicer than it would have if we hadn’t so recently holed up in her friend’s shithole of a neighborhood. It would sure do us alright until we could get our damn life together.

Its mediocrity didn’t seem to matter shit to Elaine. She stared up in abject awe at the building as the cab driver unloaded our suitcases beside us.

“Wow!” She was a sweet little girl all over again with that one little word.

The cab driver was off as soon as I’d paid him, and still she was staring up at the hotel. I held open the entrance door for her to step inside and she was tight against me as we made our way to the reception desk.

“I’m hoping you have a double room available for a few nights,” I said to the woman behind the counter.

She nodded. “Yes, sir. Would you like standard or premium?”

“Premium,” I told her and she handed over a key.

“That will be a hundred and twenty pounds per night.”

Pounds. The word would be a novelty for some time.

I handed over one of my credit cards. This one belonged to a fake ID known as Evan Taylor. She swiped it through her machine without any concern.

“I’ve booked you in for two nights, Mr. Taylor. Please let us know if you would like to extend your stay.”

Looking around the lobby, I very much doubted it.

I doubted it even more when we stepped inside the premium room and found it to be little more than a crappy cheap box with a plain double bed, a cruddy little dresser and a budget little TV on the wall, but that didn’t matter. Not right then. It didn’t matter shit to either of us.

Elaine let out a huge sigh as she dropped her suitcase on the floor and threw herself backwards onto the bed. She was washed out, exhausted and showing it, eyes barely open as she kicked off her sneakers and scrabbled her way up to the pillows.

My eyes were barely open when I climbed up beside her.

We weren’t even under the covers when she snuggled her way up against me. She let out a sigh as I wrapped her up in my arms.

“I still can’t believe it,” she whispered after another yawn. “We’re in London. My name is now Penelope Jackson and I live in London.”

Only she wouldn’t be Penelope Jackson, just as I wouldn’t be Jason Reynolds or Evan Taylor or any other of the numerous fake IDs I had in my suitcase. I’d already realized that on the flight, sitting amongst the regular travelers, the thoughts churning over in my mind all the way.

I was Lucian Morelli.

I’d always be Lucian Morelli and the world would always know me as Lucian Morelli.

I watched the little doll fall asleep beside me, drifting into lovely steady breaths with the very gentlest of snores, and I let the thoughts tumble and focus one last time before drifting asleep myself.

Just as I’d always be Lucian Morelli, my beautiful sweetheart would always be Elaine Constantine, and I wanted her that way. I wanted Elaine Constantine at my side.

I wanted the world to know it was Elaine Constantine at my side because I was proud.

Proud of her, proud of me, proud of our life together.

What a shame our families across the Atlantic would be anything but.

That was another reason I needed to step out and take charge of our new place in this world. It was the only hope we had of staying alive.

Sure, they’d still come for us, they’d be trying even as my thoughts were tumbling fresh, but to survive it, and attempt to get them to give up the fight, I’d have to stand strong, proud and ruthless. Bold in a brave new world.

One thing was for sure—I’d have a damn fucking load of work to be doing before Lucian and Elaine could take the public stage in this new kingdom, otherwise we’d be wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Just as well I’d always been a relentless workaholic, then, wasn’t it?

Only I wasn’t right there and then.

I was anything but a relentless workaholic as I took hold of Elaine even tighter and let myself finally fall asleep at her side.