A/N: This chapter is mature- Lol aren't all my stories mature? Oh well! Enjoy.

I went to lunch with the usual crew and Shane followed me as I perused and ended up going with the 'hot' lunch which unfortunately was more luke warm than hot. It was what I usually did and the lunch room was crowded as usual. I felt like I was fighting to get through to get to a seat and Shane and the others zipped through after me.

"So, you seem a little distracted lately." Shane commented as I hovered my hand over my food as usual.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking down as I was about to take a bite. The blue spot on my hand made my heart go cold and my stomach drop. I tried to play it cool and noticed with horror that Shane had already taken a bite of her food along with all the others around me.

"Are you okay?" Jenna asked, noticing my wide eyes as I fought not to vomit in worry about Shane and my friends having just eaten poison.

"Uhh..." I choked, watching Shane who was looking back at me in concern for any sign that she was going to foam at the mouth or bleed from the ears, nose, and eyes. My eyes were watering as I feared for my friend's life and I put my fork down. "I'm just not hungry..." I croaked, picking up my tray and my drink and taking it away from the table and away from my friends. I had regained my composure as my ears strained to hear screams of horror and wails of sadness and none came. Instead, I looked around self-consciously to see if anyone was watching me. Though Shane and my friends were, the only other one I made eye contact with was that damn teacher I kept having wet dreams about. I threw my whole tray and drink and everything in the trash and strode away as I fought the tears in my eyes at the memory of my mother dying across the table from me. I could still feel her warm blood that splattered on my hand as she died with her pain-filled green hazel eyes on me.

"Kate." Shane called before I had made it into the bathroom. By the time I spun to see her I was absolutely balling, not only in relief that she wasn't dead, but in the realization that my life was indeed at risk even in stupid New Jersey. "What's happened?" she asked softly her arms coming around me comfortingly. I couldn't answer. I just cried into her shirt hysterically and something about coming down from adrenalin made me cry harder.

*

I called a cab when I finally stopped crying and Shane had given up asking me what had happened when I didn't tell her anything. I almost wanted to, which was a new feeling for me. I never had anyone close outside of my family and maybe a few ex's that I wanted to tell anything to about who I really was. I had run to my room to grab the gun from my suitcase and throw some cash in my backpack. I was twitchy as I went down to get in the cab and I made sure the license plate matched completely before I opened the door and got in behind the driver so that it'd be harder for him to shoot me if he wasn't really a cab driver. I gave him a random address and then I called Papi.

"Hey, Papi, I miss you." I started, which was code for 'I need help' "I was given a flower today at school. I'm heading home now" I said in Italian, which was code for 'I was almost poisoned and I'm heading to the nearest safehouse'. I was still trying to stay calm, but I knew my voice was still shaky. I kept my eyes on the cab driver to see if he was listening. He was and I reached for my loaded gun that I had in the waistband of my skirt, but he returned his eyes to the road as we left the school behind us.

"It's good to hear from you." Papi said which I knew was code for 'I'm sending a team right away to the location of your cell phone.' "Make sure your cab driver doesn't try anything." He tried to laugh, but I could hear how upset he was.

"No problem." I answered, letting him know I was armed. He usually asked 'If I could make sure to take the dog out', but he chose to remind me to watch the taxi driver, which told me he was probably alone or only with family.

"I love you." He said seriously and I heard the worry strongly in his quiet voice.

"I love you, too." I answered quietly, not taking my eyes off my cab driver who fortunately seemed more focused on the road than my conversation. He didn't hang up and I didn't either as the cab driver seemed confused about why I didn't put the phone down. Papi liked if I kept him on the phone until his team met up with me. I wondered if they were in New York City and I almost wanted to ask if they had to drive an hour to get to me or if he had them much closer. I guessed they were closer, knowing that I was a target for such a high-profile family. I took a chance and looked quickly out the rear window to see the road was empty in the middle of the day. Then I saw a black Mercedes' stop in front of us and the cab-driver slammed on the horn as he slid to a stop and one of the cars went behind us. When Niko stepped out of the car in front of us, I sighed.

"It's fine. Stop the car. How much do I owe you?" I asked, hanging up after I heard Papi's sigh of relief. I still clutched my gun as I put my phone away and the confused taxi driver turned around with a glance at the meter.

"Only a few dollars. Do you know those crazy people?" he asked, seeming endearingly worried about me.

"Yeah, sorry. Here." I said, giving him a ten and getting out to hug Niko. I was sure the taxi driver saw the gun sticking up out of my skirt, because he rushed to turn around and get out of there.

"Hey, are you okay?" Niko asked opening the door to the car as he waved the others to stay in the car and follow. I plopped down next to one of our gunners, Marco, and was glad to be in the familiar clean black interior of the blacked-out Mercedes.

"Somebody tried to poison me." I frowned.

"Yeah, I heard. Capo was worried sick!" Niko told me, speaking about Papi, as he drove quickly towards the safehouse where they had come from. I looked down at my tattoo on my hand that had faded.

"I was worried my friends had gotten poisoned too, but they seemed fine. Whoever it was slipped it in after my food was served or during..." I told them, thinking back to the crowded cafeteria and struggling to try to picture the lunch lady's face and only picturing her arms and mid-section as she put my food on the plate. I didn't see her put anything in. Did she use a different serving utensil? Would it have killed someone else if she had? I thought back hard, but my memory was too blurry as I only remembered watching her serve my food before looking up at Shane's smiling face behind me as she danced in anticipation for food like an adorable starved puppy.

"Do you want to stop and get something to eat?" Niko asked, carefully.

"Yeah, actually. I'm really hungry." I told him, feeling my stomach growl.

"Lucky you didn't eat it..." Marco breathed, shaking his head at the thought as he gave me a look of sympathy.

"I was too distracted. I should've looked closer who served it and how. My friend was talking to me about something and I watched her put the food on the plate, but I should've looked harder." I growled, angry with myself.

"It's not your fault. Normal high school students don't have to deal with the shit you have to deal with, Bel Capo." Marco pointed out softly.

"There is one guy I've been watching. He can't be Italian, but he's not a real teacher." I told them, trying to remember if he'd come close to me while I was carrying my tray.

"Oh yeah? What's his name?" Marco asked, taking out his phone.

"You mean his alias?" I laughed. "Alexander Montgomery." I answered as I saw him type it in.

"Yeah, no matches... I'll try using the system and doing some other cross referencing... You wouldn't happen to have a picture? That would make it a million times easier." Marco laughed.

"No, but I can give you a time and a place I was with him that may have security cameras. It might be easier if I go back, though..." I pursed my lips and I saw Niko glance back to share a look with Marco about how I should most definitely not go back. "Don't make that look!" I cried. "I have an idea." I murmured, making the look they both still had on their faces only intensify as they worried about how much trouble my ideas tended to get me into.

*

I was relieved to get to eat not horrible food in a safe place and Papi didn't really want me back at the school, but he thought my idea to trap Mr. sketchy-teacher-who-may-have-failed-to-poison-me was a good idea. I spent a few hours and they were able to find a picture of him using the date and time we went out to dinner using security cameras on the street. They were even able to get his license plate. The program they used took a while to run, so instead of waiting, I just told them to send me the name.

School was over for the day when Niko dropped me off at campus. I had attached a silencer to my gun that I had hidden in my backpack and then I headed straight for the cafeteria after a glance at the parking lot to see Mr. Montgomery's Tesla was still parked there. I got two cups of coffee from the cafeteria and nervously, but determinedly went to Mr. Montgomery's office. I knocked and my heart was beating hard in my chest as I heard him get up and I hoped nobody was in there with him. The halls were pretty dead and most of the offices were dark because a lot of the teachers had gone home.

His pleasantly surprised smile threw me off when he stepped back to let me in. I tried not to look confused or like I had ulterior motives as I stepped in and he closed the door with a tilt to his head.

"I brought you some coffee." I blurted out, handing him one of the cups as I held mine like I was going to drink it and then watched him. He was watching me suspiciously, but as he put the cup to his lips my heart stabbed in my chest and I gasped, putting my hand over the top of the cup to stop him as I rolled my eyes. My suspicions were wrong. "I guess you weren't the one that tried to poison me..." I muttered taking his cup away with one hand while still holding my undrunk coffee with the other. I put them both down on a book shelf and collapsed in the chair across from his desk with my backpack in my lap in case I needed to pull my gun out.

"Poison you?" he asked with a grimace, glancing at the coffee. "Did you just try to kill me?" He asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea if they poisoned my coffee, but I doubt I'm going to want to eat anything from the cafeteria again even if it didn't all taste like dog food." I frowned. He still looked dumbstruck and I worried for a moment he was an actual teacher until he reached for his gun hidden from view under the desk. I hadn't reached into my backpack, but I felt the pull of it as I saw where it was unzipped and had positioned the handle to be easy to reach.

"You're name's not Katya Chernoff." He said raising an eyebrow as he looked down on me where I sat.

"Yeah?" I asked standing up and seeing him get twitchy even as I abandoned my backpack in the chair. "And who do you think I am Alexander Montgomery?" I asked, saying his name sarcastically which made him practically cringe. He revealed his handgun as I locked the door and he was standing near the side of his desk, facing me.

"Amelia Belov." He said, pointing the gun at my head. I burst out laughing and stepped towards him swatting the gun out of my way as I approached.

"Aww, you think I'm Amelia?" I cooed, with a smile as I tilted my head and could see the confusion in his eyes. "Baby, I'm not Amelia. Why would she use a Russian alias?" I ran my hands over the collar of his shirt before unbuttoning the top few buttons and pulling his lapel out of the way to reveal a Russian tattoo. A Morozov, I realized, before looking up to study the look in his sexy eyes. I was surprised he hadn't stopped me from looking at his tattoo.

"If you aren't Amelia, then who are you?" He demanded coldly, pointing the gun to my head where I stood close to him, barely resisting the urge to run my hands all over him.

"Put the gun down. You're not going to kill me in the middle of a school with no silencer..." I insisted, making his lips tighten as he lowered the gun. To my delight, he put the gun behind him on the desk and his hands found the top buttons on my shirt. I let him undo them as I watched his furrowed eyebrows and he pulled my collar away to look for a tattoo over my heart. When he didn't find anything, he was frozen by indecision and I was breathing a little heavier not out of anxiety, but out of lust as I looked up at his handsome face and the contours of his exposed tattooed chest.

I gasped when he leaned down and licked my chest before kissing me below my collarbone. He was trying to make sure I didn't have it covered up with make-up I realized. I had my fingers in his hair and my hands on either side of his head. The smell of him was heavenly as I breathed it in.

"Don't bother. I don't have a tattoo there." I told him breathlessly, making him pull away to look before I pulled him into a kiss. I was glad that he kissed me back and surprised when his arms came around me and pulled me closer to his irresistible body. He lifted me up before placing me on his desk and I had my eyes closed as I pressed my tongue into his mouth. He was hard when he pressed his pelvis between my legs and even though I didn't want to be one of those students that's stupid enough to fuck in the teacher's office, the feel of his arousal was intoxicating to me. I pulled away to see the lust in his eyes and his chest was heaving as his hands still had a hold of my hips. I looked up at him with serious eyes. "Damn it, just fuck me." I sighed. He didn't need any more invitation than that and he slid his hands up my skirt to pull my underwear off, before he undid his belt and I couldn't help biting my lip as I watched him pull his erect penis out of his pants. I promptly knocked everything off his desk before wrapping my arms over his muscular shoulders and neck and letting him guide his cock into me. I couldn't help the hum of pleasure that came from the back of my throat as he slid in and out of me like he couldn't stop the movement of his hips at the feel of how wet I was for him. He pushed me down onto my back with a rough kiss as he thrust strongly into me, making my body swim with pleasure despite the discomfort of the cold hard desk. The noises he made with each thrust only turned me on more and he gripped my sides as he sped up and I held onto the edge of the desk as a cry threatened to leave my throat. My eyes were closed as my head went back and I tried to hold off but felt myself lose the battle and orgasm. He must've felt me tighten around his cock because he leaned over as he continued to hump into me sending shivers of pleasure with each movement. He had his arms around my waist and his lips on my neck when he made a sexy sound as he came. I felt his warm breath on my neck and we were both locked together as I ran my hands greedily over his muscular back and savored the feel of his perfect body against mine and the clean smell of his sexy cologne.

He looked almost guilty as he pushed himself up off of me, but I didn't see any regret and like a strange gentleman he offered me his hand and pulled me up off of his decimated desk. As he zipped his pants, I pulled on my underwear and did up the buttons of my shirt. I hadn't noticed him undo more of my buttons, but I remembered the feel of his face on my breasts.

I found my phone in my bag as it buzzed with a text. It was Marco sending me the name of the man I just fucked: Alexi Morozov. I looked over to him while he picked his gun up off the floor and slipped it in the back of his pants. Part of me wanted to help pick up all the stuff I had knocked off his desk and the other part of me wanted to run away or maybe get in a car and drive away.

"You can go." He told me in a low voice. He sounded almost like he was brooding and I guessed he felt as dumb as me for being that guy... and I knew I was feeling like that girl.

"I guess I'll see you later, Alexi." I said after I had picked up my bag and made my way to the door. I looked back to see the shock on his face as I slipped out the door and straightened out my hair and my skirt. I hoped I hadn't been too mean to make him worry about me being some Russian double agent, but it seemed like the right thing to do after he pointed a gun to my head without even knowing my real name.

*

"I need to speak with you." Came his urgent-sounding voice as I had stepped off the treadmill in the empty early morning gym. I saw the look in his grey eyes that was the same worry that I had left him with the previous day and he was wearing a black t-shirt that revealed the black and grey tattoos on his lean muscular arms. I followed him slowly and he impatiently pulled me into one of the empty offices. When he looked down at me, I recognized the expression on his face and smirked.

"Yes, I'm on birth control. Will you relax?" I told him with a soft voice, touching my hand to his shoulder. He breathed out a sigh of relief and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

"How did you know that's what I was going to ask?"

"Because I've seen that look before. I tend to be a little demanding and too impulsive, I guess." I told him, thinking about the last guy that had a panic attack when he thought he had impregnated me.

"Clearly, I'm impulsive too..." He said with his dark eyebrows pushed down.

"I need a shower. I'll see you later." I told him, feeling super gross with sweaty hair and clothes as I removed my hand from his clean dry shirt.

"Wait, who are you?" he couldn't help asking. I took a breath with no intention of telling him who I was.

"I'm just a stupid girl that likes her teacher." I said stubbornly, making him frown and give me an unimpressed look.

"Are you protecting Amelia?" he said in a low dark voice.

"Not really." I said, sounding like I was lying. "Look, she knows nothing." I told him shaking my head. "She has no contact with her father and she'd probably have a break down if you had pointed that gun at her." He looked suspicious.

"How do you know that?"

"Because I already found her and bugged her phone and went through her room. The girl is defenseless. She certainly blends in better than me..." I told him.

"Why are you protecting her? Are you a Belov?"

"No!" I laughed almost telling him that I wasn't even 1% Russian. "No, I just don't think she deserves to get mixed up in her father's shit. It's not fair to her." His eyebrows were pressed down like he agreed with me. "I'm not going to stop you. I have nothing to do with any of this, but I'm not going to give you any information about her."

"Okay." He murmured, still standing close to me. He leaned down and kissed me. As his arms came around me, I stopped him by grabbing his forearms.

"I'm all sweaty and I have to go to class in less than an hour." I told him when I pulled away to see the disappointment on his face. I gave him a peck on the lips before slipping out of the office.