Target: Hard Target Part 18

He nods.

"Not particularly." He never was my father. Never took care of me. Always it was Grandfather and Roman. "I felt nothing but contempt for him."

"This is good. Not many men could do such a thing."

"He was never my father. It was like shooting a stranger." Although, I have never been that cold hearted as to take a life without provocation. Except, Vladimir provoked the h.e.l.l out of me.

Dmitry looks at me, exhaling thickly. "Now what do we do?"

"Do whatever you like. You've earned a b.l.o.o.d.y holiday, but get your head checked first." I start walking to the door that leads me to the elevators below. "As for me, I'm headed back to St. Mary's to wait with Morgan."

Chapter Sixteen.

Benjamin I'm bruised, battered, and b.l.o.o.d.y and can barely walk by the time I arrive at Morgan's room, but nothing hurts worse than seeing her lying so pale and still in a hospital bed. Actually, nothing hurts worse than knowing if she recovers, I will leave her so that she can have a normal life.

I make an inhuman sound.

Maxim leans against the corner, his eyes closed and his arm in a sling. "She's not dead."

Her eyes flutter open. "Ben," she says weakly and I'm at her side in an instant.

Only I can't touch her. She looks so d.a.m.n fragile that I'm afraid I'll break her. "I'm here, love."

Her smile is weak but beautiful. "Maxim found Farooq."

"That I did." Maxim squeezes my shoulder. "She will make a brilliant recovery."

All the air I've been holding inside of me, rushes out and it's all I can do not to weep like a child at the news. "Thank you."

"And the head of Wraith?" he asks.

"Vladimir."

"I'll alert-"

"No need. I've taken care of him." Quickly, I relay what happened as well as Vladimir's former plans.

Maxim makes a single call, giving them nearly everything I've told him. Only he left out the part about me killing my father.

"Taken care of, mate."

I turn my attention to Morgan. "Is there anything I can get you?"

"Why do you sound like you want to leave?"

When I don't say anything, her gaze s.h.i.+fts to Maxim, then back to me.

"Answer me, Ben."

"I'm not leaving." Not right now anyway. "Are you okay?"

She nods, but her mouth is drawn tight. "Full recovery. I'm already feeling better."

"That's good because we need to talk... once you're at your best again."

A frown turns the corners of her lips down. "I know you think that this is your fault, but I willingly volunteered to help."

"But it was my fault," I protest. "Ever since you met me, you've had nothing but trouble. Guns, explosions... everything the evil that exists in this world can throw at you."

"Yet I'm here... alive, with you by my side."

"I think you need some time to truly think of what you want out of life."

"You are such an a.s.shole." She looks at Maxim. "Arrest him. Throw him in the Tower and only let me visit him."

"Er... That's not strictly legal," he replies.

"House arrest, then."

Maxim nods. "That I can do."

"Look," I rub the back of my neck. "You're safer without me and I'll make sure-"

"That I'll go back to my old, boring life as a receptionist in some dead end job in a Podunk town. Gee, thanks, but no thanks."

"It's not b.l.o.o.d.y boring to be alive," I shout at her. "To go to a normal job and eat at a pub without worrying about finding a seat with your back to the wall. Without worrying that someone who is supposed to be dead will turn up and try to kill everyone you hold dear. What kind of life is that?"

"Cops have the same problem and you don't see them giving up. Soldiers, too. I never thought I'd say this, but you, Benjamin Romanov are a coward." She crosses her arms over her chest. "Go on and leave, but just know that you are leaving behind the best thing to ever happen to you."

Truer words have never been spoken. Quite simply, Morgan Tanner is the one and I know it. Only, I can't f.u.c.king have her because the life I tried to have is gone.

"Get out," I roar.

"You get out. I'm the one recovering from a stupid prehistoric virus."

I slash my hand through the air. "Not you. Him."

"Text me if you need me." Maxim nods at Morgan. "So very nice to meet you my dear. I do wish it were under better circ.u.mstances... and that I could do more."

"You did the best you could," Morgan says. "I appreciate that."

I grab Maxim's good arm. "Thanks for everything, cuz. You've done the family and your government proud."

A ghost of a smile pushes the corners of his mouth up. He nods. "Cheers, Benji. Morgan."

Morgan barely smiles, but she waves as he leaves.

The door closes softly.

"Shouldn't you leave now?" Morgan asks pointedly. "The only person making you stay left."

"Not everyone."

She rolls her eyes before putting on a brave face. "You know what? You're right. I don't need you. I'll move back to Georgia. Marry one of my cousins and make moons.h.i.+ne."

"I hope to G.o.d you're joking."

"Only about the cousin and moons.h.i.+ne." She settles back against the pillow. "Look who's back, they will all say. Look who couldn't cut it in the big city."

"Stop it."

"It's the truth. Your family is proud of you. What's left of mine only wants me to fail." Fat tears fall on her cheeks. "Who am I kidding? What's left of mine is probably in jail and the only reason I'm avoiding it is because I helped you save the world."

"Excuse me?"

"What part of I helped you save the world' didn't you understand?"

"Not that part. The bit about avoiding jail."

I eye him briefly, then let my gaze slide away to focus on a point above my shoulder. "I might have committed ident.i.ty theft and fraud to get a work visa."

"Might have or did?"

"I did, okay? I'm a criminal, Ben. My real name is Thelma Sue Barnes and I'm a dirty, rotten criminal." She lets out a long-suffering sigh while I stand there in complete shock.

"Thelma Sue is your real name?"

She nods. "Except I'm going to avoid serving hard time because of your cousin, so I don't even have that to fall back on when I go home. My life is over."

I seize upon that very useful nugget of information. "So your life is ruined?"

"Yes."

"This is the best b.l.o.o.d.y news I've heard."

She gives me a withering look.

"You're to be deported as well?" I ask, even more hopeful.

"Maxim said that he couldn't help me but so much, so yes, I'm being deported as soon as I'm well enough to leave St. Mary's. Don't know why you're so happy about it," she mutters. "Oh wait, you get out of taking me any place I want or letting me drive your car to my heart's content. Or buying me shoes either."

"If you're deported then you won't be able live here in London."

"Seriously, Ben, if this is your way of cheering me up-stop now."

"You don't understand, love. I thought that by leaving you, that you would have a chance at a normal life. A life with minivans and suburbs and the PTA."

"When have I ever said I wanted that?"

She's never said that actually. "If we were to stay together, there is no way we could stay in London."

"If I wanted to be with you, I wouldn't care."

"Truly?"

"Past tense," she all but growls at me.

"You mean to say that you don't care for me anymore?" I move closer to the bed. Maybe there's a chance for us after all.

"I care about you as much as you care about me," she says, her voice dropping to a whisper.

I fall to my knees at the side of her bed. "Then you must love me as much I do you, Thelma Sue."

Her gaze flies to mine. "Shut up."

"Sorry, but that's not happening." I take one of her cold, small hands in mine. "You see, I thought I was doing the right thing by you, by allowing you to have a normal life. I thought I was being the hero. But I was wrong."

She sniffs. "I'm listening."

"I was so wrong that I'm down on my knees, begging you to take me back. To love me as much as I love you."

"I already do, you jerk." Finally, she looks at me. "I've loved you since we BASE jumped from the top of PharmGen."

"Take me back, mllaya moyna."

"Don't you start sweet talking me in Russian, Ben."

"As soon as the doctor discharges you, I'll take you anywhere you want to go... as long as I'm by your side, Morgan."

Her face softens. "I want to trust you, but-"

"Trust the word of a man who's saved you time multiple times."

"Maxim saved me one of those times," she points out, just to be contrary and I love her even more for it.

"And I'm in his debt." I kiss her hand. "I swear that I won't leave you, not until my last breath."

"I want to believe you."

Grabbing the ring that had slipped off her finger from my pocket, I slip it on back on where it belongs. "This led me to you, when nothing else would."