A§N: Time jump of 2 years after the event of season 1. The Jackal has moved on from his life with Nuria and Carlito. He is in a new relationship with an old acquaintance, and her past is returning to bite them. Would they spiral? Would they fix the issue? We’ll see.
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"Diane?" -The Jackal's soft voice echoed in the room as he felt a shift in the bed they were sharing-
She hummed her response and sat on the bed. The faint moonlight pierced the room, helping him guess her frame. His intense blue eyes stared at her form. He could only see her back from where he was. Diane didn't move from her spot, and he could hear her breathing get faster as if she were becoming uncomfortable. She tried to control her breathing and curled her fingers around the sheets.
"Alex....He's in the city. I saw him yesterday while grocery shopping..."
"Are you alright?" -In one swift motion, the Jackal stood up and circled around the bed so he could face Diane. She chewed at her bottom lip and shook her head. No. She wasn't alright at all. He could feel her body shake as she was trying to collect herself. The hitman cupped her cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb and Diane leaned into his hand.- "Obviously, you're not. Did he see you?"
"No. He didn't. I froze on the spot." -She closed her eyes and tears rolled over her soft cheeks.-
Her hand wrapped around his wrist, gently, and he cupped her other cheek with his other hand. Diane had rarely lost her composure like that, and it was unnerving, to say the least of the emotions that crossed his mind. He was furious, his anger was bubbling under the surface of his soft eyes. He knew why she was afraid of that man and he hated the fact that it happened to her. His icy blue eyes averted from her lips to her eyes and he steadied her head so the only thing she could do was to look into his eyes.
"I know you're frustrated but you shouldn't be upset at yourself for reacting the way you did. This man hurt you, Diane." -She tried to push him away but he held onto her hands with his-
"No!" -She whimpered, the strength leaving her arms the more she struggled against him- "No!" -She bit back a sob and dropped her head- "No!... Alex...."-She whimpered again- "I would never be able to heal as long as he's alive.-
"I'll do it." -She shook her head- "I'll do it, Diane!" -She lifted her head to look at his face, her hazel eyes were wide open and while they were still in the dark, he could tell how tense she was.- "I'll do it for free! Don't you dare think about paying me for this job!" -He warned her calmly. Diane swallowed a lump and crossed her legs on the bed. She put her hands on her lap, wrists exposed to him. She conceded.-
"Let me help you. I can't get close to that man but... I can help you."
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Milan, 2 years ago, Caffetaria Rocca.
"Is Enora your real name?"
"Are you seriously asking me this, /Charles/?" -She lifted a brow and grabbed her cup of coffee-
"Do I look like I am joking?" He asked, shaking his head. "I've looked into you." -She grinned-
"Have you? Seems like we share the same mind then... /Charles/" -He flinched and clenched his jaw. He hated the way she sarcastically said his fake name. It irritated him so much that he couldn't stop himself from clenching his jaw. She laughed a hearty and genuine laugh that disarmed the Jackal. He liked it. Far more than he wanted to admit to himself- "I'm not new in the game. I know it's not your real name just like Enora isn't mine. I do like Enora though, and I like the way it sounds in your mouth." -He blushed and cracked his knuckles, betraying his lack of focus.-
"Touché! So, you've tried to look into me and what did you find?"
"As much as what you found about me. Let me tell you. You guessed my birth country right because of my faint accent. Probably figured out that I was an orphan of war. But nothing until I entered the game. You know about Ghost's exploits. You know what I'm capable of, and you know that I have principles but aside from that, you don't know shit about me. Am I right?" -She kept grinning and mind-absently started to stroke the rim of her cup-
"You guessed right. I don't have much info about you and I can't be at fault for that." -He grabbed his cup of coffee and took a sip. She still looked amused by the whole situation, which strangely enough, started to get to him as well.- "Give me your best shot, what did you find about me?"
"You're British. No matter how hard you try to hide it, you can't shake it off completely. Given your skills, I'd say you were ex-military. I've followed your trail during the whole River affair and I've noticed you really liked Spain." -He flinched again. She's cunning!-
It reminded him of Bianca Pullman and her deduction skills that took her to Spain as well, as to his family. What family? Nuria had left him and as he found out, she had moved on from him completely. Carlito was too young to remember his father and he embraced Nuria's new fiancé as his own. The Jackal thought about tearing this new family apart. He wanted his wife back but what stopped him was seeing her relaxed and happy. She did find an honest man who genuinely loved her and treated Carlito as his own. Didn't she deserve peace? Didn't she? Didn't he? Ghost's smirk was distracting and he couldn't help but focus on her soft and plump lips-
"What of it?"
"You tried to escape this life when you were in Spain. I understand that. What use would we have of the money we get from our jobs if we didn't live to the fullest? You had a family there. A wife and child... A brother-in-law who forced your hand and had you reveal your location to those who really paid attention. Yet, since the hit on UDC, you've never been back to Spain."
"I have no family. I thought I could have one and I tried but it failed." -He honestly answered. It took her aback and she blushed. He watched as she blinked several times and pinched her lips together. She was flustered and that gave him an edge so he bent forward, invading her personal space-"So you've been looking into me and you nailed it. Impressive!"
"Relax Charles. My investigation led me to believe that you did something so foul that your government erased your existence from the world." -She had a knack for making him tense up, especially when her voice went lower rather than higher and became almost like a purr. Distracting!-
"Is this the same with you? Why did you pick up the codename Ghost?" -She swallowed a lump and gave him a crooked smile. Why did he care so much about the reasons she picked her nickname? Her hazel eyes set upon his face.-
"This is all that is left of me in this world. I am but a ghost, with no past, no present, and no future." She confidently claimed before she leaned into her chair- " I have a question of my own now, Jackal." She said, taking another sip of her coffee before she put the cup back on the table. He narrowed his gaze and lifted a brow-
"Shoot."
"Did we meet by chance or did you do it by design?" -His icy blue eyes stared at her gorgeous face.-
He didn't say anything but leaned back into his chair. Why did he seek Ghost? Why did he go out of his way to meet with her? He couldn't admit to it but he had been intrigued with her work. Unlike Jackal, Ghost kills her targets up close and personally. She was a master of her craft, swift and efficient and he wanted to talk with her about their craft. No. It wasn't true. He was obsessed with her. What started like a simple research turned into a bona fide obsession with her. He couldn't say it out loud. He couldn't answer her. His heartbeat started to go faster as his eyes averted from her lips to her eyes. Ghost was a beautiful woman. He liked her hazel eyes, stern and calculating. He liked that she was staring at him, in an attempt to decipher the mystery that the Jackal was. He liked that she was staring at /him/ and no one else. He loved her plump lips and the nice curves of her larger nose. He loved her smile, and the whiteness of her teeth contrasting with her black skin and pink lips. focus! Jackal! Focus!
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