Chapter 143
Lyon, France
Yasuhiro Residence
Evie flipped open the suitcase and removed the metal lined insert.
Inside were molded foam inserts designed to hold her preferred traveling companions for these types of engagements. She knew something like this would happen, especially since it was unfamiliar territory and assignment type. Regardless of Kita and Lula having experience with high profile targets, neither was remotely prepared for what would ensue in South Korea.
No resolution to the threat to their client has been found. The information William Lee provided on cross referencing those Myo Mi-Sun had worked with gave Evie an idea of who to look into. Lucien had been keeping her appraised of the situation, and what she’s heard has been concerning, but nothing as concerning as his last cryptic text message.
Apparently, Will’s past has come back to target him and their client, and now Kita’s past has targeted Will as well.
War would ensue if that is validated.
They were supposed to do recon, enjoy the sight, and have a romantic mini vacation where they could remember what it feels like to be young and in the field. They’d move undetected by those they were helping, even if they didn’t know it, and if they were careful the children would be none the wiser.
Now, that vacation was getting derailed before it even began.
Evie finishing packing her choice SIG SG 552 rifles and loaded magazines then secured the lid then moved onto the next suitcase.
“Will you stop watching and bring me my CAA ARS for my M16A4?” Evie asked.
“Dear, why are you packing as if you are going to war?” Murai asked, amused, from the doorway where he stood watching his wife pack before heading to the closet to get the requested sniper stock piece.
“You call it preparing for war, but I call it packing light,” she retorted with a smile to hide the truth.
Murai joined her and handed his wife the stock. “Six suitcases is rather light for you,” he agreed, eying the other packed bags. “It is a good thing we are flying on a private jet because baggage fees would bankrupt me.”
Evie looked over at him. “Keep it up and you will be flying coach,” she warned.
He chuckled. “Tease. I am packed. When you have finished cleaning out your small home arsenal, I will call the car to take us to the runway.”
Evie looked to his small bag and the zip-up garment bag that had his suits in it. “You will want to pack for a longer journey. It will not simply be a week.”
Murai chuckled. “Are you truly that bored with only my company and no contracts to entertain yourself with?” he mused, pulling her around to face him. “Has our relationship finally, after more than thirty-years, brought you to such miserable boredom that you have to encroach on the children while they are working?”
Evie shook her head. “You are a stubborn old fool,” she informed him. “I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as I will tomorrow.”
That, wasn’t the response he thought he’d get, and it was concerning.
The only time Evie Blanchar got romantic was when something was bothering her.
“What happened?” Murai demanded. “Are the children okay? Is that why you’re packing as if you’re going to war?!”
She shook her head. “The children are alive, together, and heading to Italy as we speak… They are not well though.”
“Were they attacked?” Murai asked in a panic, hurrying to the closet to get his weapons. “Who hurt my children?”
Evie chuckled, shaking her head; there was something unbelievably sexy about him when he panicked over the well-being of their children.
As much of a hothead as she was, and Murai was the levelheaded and methodical one in their marriage, when it came to their children and a perceived threat to their well-being Murai became frantic and acted rashly.
“Well?” Murai asked, irritated to find his wife standing there looking at him with an amused look on her face. “Who hurt my children?”
“Not our biological children, rather the one that will one day take your daughter’s last name,” Evie said.
Murai shook his head and pulled his katana from the sheath, checking the blade before sliding it back in the sheath. “Blood he is not, but in my heart he is. William is a good man, and Lula needs to figure it out because I am tired of having to pretend he is not in our lives,” he complained, packing his katana.
Evie nodded her agreement; she was rather fond of their future son-in-law as well. “You will need to pack your wakizashi,” she said.
He gave her a look. “Dear, why must I pack the traditional samurai daisho pairing of swords for a mini-vacation?” he asked, suspicious, grabbing his wakizashi and checked their blades before sheathing them. “What are you not telling me?”
“Much, but at the moment I fear war will ensue, and soon,” Evie said.
“Did Kita fall into bed with his charge?” he asked with a soft snort.
It was the family business to fall for those they were commissioned with protecting…
Or killing in the case of Evie and Murai.
“I wish that was it,” Evie admitted, shaking her head. “That would be so much easier to deal with than what they find themselves in now.”
“The Russians?” he pressed, packing his weapons.
“At the moment the Russians are a limited interference in the assignment,” she said. “Lucien brings word of Kita’s past targeting William’s children.”
Murai stopped in mid-packing and looked up at her. “No. That can’t be right,” he argued. “As difficult as his last assignment was, in his opinion, it… She would never target William Lee of all people, especially with her fear of Lula.”
Evie merely shrugged; she didn’t know herself, and it was true that Lula terrified the Devil, but Lucien was certain of the connection.
“I am trying not to jump to conclusions, Husband, and I am trying to respect your home nation and where your allegiance is,” she said, looking at him, “but if proof is given, I will fight for our children, even if that means losing my soulmate. Do you understand?”
Murai looked at her; there was only one other time she had used that threat, and it was what caused him to retire from service after nearly thirty-years of dedication to his country.
For years Evie and the children split their time between France and Japan, but when in France their father was in Japan working. It eventually caused Evie to force her husband to make a choice.
Them or the Nation.
Murai picked his family without question, well aware when his eldest heir was older he would follow in his footsteps, thus he would be Japan bound before too long.
That didn’t end as well as Murai had hoped, and now he could never return to his home country because his family honor was no more.
“My soul takes precedence, you know that,” Murai said with a bow. “Question it again, and marriage counseling will be in our future. Do you understand, My Dear?”
Evie smirked. “If it comes to that, I will surely try my hardest to not retire the counselor with la loupe-”
“Like the last one?” he dryly asked; his wife just confirmed she was responsible for the untimely death of their last marriage counselor they saw all of three times ten years ago.
“I have no idea in which you speak,” she said with a mischievous smile.
He shook his head in resignation. “You truly are a witch because effortlessly you bewitched me, so much in fact I have turned a blind eye to all of your questionable activities.”
Evie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her pouting husband into her more. “Yes, I know. I put a spell on you,” she teasingly sang the latter, rocking them with the Frank Sinatra song she was humming under her breath.
It was their song, the one they danced to so many years ago…
The night ended on a sexually gratifying note and she just couldn’t bring herself to kill him as she was ordered to do.
Instead, she married him.
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