Anastasia

Twenty Two

I lay in bed nude, washed, surrounded by the lavender scent of the clothes detergent, and Lincoln's manly body shampoo.

The light was shining in through the curtains, the distance sound of waves filled my ears, along with Lincoln's light snoring.

Suddenly there was a knock on the front door and I sat up quickly.
"Lincoln. Lincoln, theres someone at the door."
I whispered nudging his shoulders and he groaned in response.

He mumbled something and I huffed.
"Fine."
I muttered. I climbed out of bed and wrapped the sheet around my body, like a dress, pulling it off of Lincoln.

Leaving his back bare to the world. I lightly chuckled then left the bedroom, the sheet following behind me like a dress.

I kept it against me with one hand as I got to the door and opened it. A tall stranger stood in front of it, looking over my head.

He wore a suit and had his hair gelled back. His face was clean, with no facial hair and he looked fairly young. "Um, hello."
I greeted and he looked down at me, his expression was dead serious.

"Good afternoon. You must be Mrs. Smith."
He replied and a small smile creeped onto my face. Still not used to being called 'Mrs. Smith'

"Yes, I am, and you are?"
I asked and he looked over my body wrapped in a sheet before snapping his eyes back up to my face.

"Maxwell, junior."
He replied and my smile dropped.
"Oh. Um, what would you like?"
I questioned, reaching for the door.
"I came to speak with Mr. Smith."
He announced, glancing into the hallway.

"Well, it's our honeymoon and he isn't dealing with any business until it's over so. Um, good day."
I replied and tried to shut the door but he blocked it from closing.

I gulped and he glared down at me.
"Believe me, he will see me now."
He hissed, revealing his gun.
"No, he will not."
I replied, defiant. I kicked his stomach sending him tumbling back. I then slammed the door shut on him, quickly locking the door.

I ran down the hallway and into the bedroom.
"Lincoln!"
I screamed grabbing his shoulder and he sat up right away, grabbing my shoulders.
"Whats wrong? Whats going on?"
He asked me, when suddenly the front door slammed open.

I shut the bedroom door and raced to the bag. Lincoln grabbed his gun as I tossed clothes to him, explaining whats going on.

"Junior, he's only seventeen."
Lincoln muttered, pulling on his pants over his boxers quickly.
"Yeah well-"
The bedroom door swung open and I screamed, tightening my grip on the sheets.

Maxwell stared at us as Lincoln pulled out his gun.
"What are you doing here, junior?"
Lincoln asked, loading his gun.
"You killed my dad because-"
"How about we let my wife get dressed, and we'll talk out in the living room, like men."
Lincoln said, interuppting Maxwell.

Maxwell left the doorway and Lincoln followed, sending me a glance. He shut the door and I quickly changed.

I pulled on bra and underwear along with a t-shirt and shorts. I crept out of the room and joined them in the living room, standing behind Lincoln.

"You killed my father because you were too coward to kill that Russian fucker."
Maxwell hissed at Lincoln and I lightly glared at him, stepping out from behind Lincoln.

"Your dad was the coward. He was more than a coward, he was a sick fucker that deserved what he got."
I spat and Lincoln pushed me back behind him again.

"Your dad lost it and became to, power hungry. He threatened my power so I got rid of him."
Lincoln replied and Maxwell glared at him.
"Now go home, junior. Before your mother loses another one she loves."
He added and junior shook his head.