Wow it's  been a while I know! So sorry it took me so long but I am back and with even more knowledge and skills in my writing, and so many ideas for Jamie's story!! So here it is, enjoy! 

                                                                            Jamie 

 If there is one thing that I'm absolutely sure of, it's that Marcel is an idiot for thinking that it's going to be easy sneaking out of here in broad daylight. Although Roman has been avoiding me ever since last night, I haven't seen him all day. He didn't even acknowledge me when we came home. He just went straight to his room, and I believe I know the reason. I mean honestly there could be several, he might feel ashamed that Marcel had the upper hand, and he belittled him in front of me. It's not a secret anymore that he has feelings for me, and it's also not a secret that I still love Marcel as much as I want it to be.

I also think it upset him that I begged for his life after everything Marcel has done to me, part of me believes he has every right to be upset. I'm hurting him, and men like him won't acknowledge the fact that they are hurting, just avoid it all together. As much as I don't want to hurt him, this is for the best. It's almost noon, and the clock is ticking, I don't have much time to come up with a plan, but my best bet is to just pretend like I'm leaving the house to go shopping.

I won't pack anything, I doubt I will be living very comfortably anyway. In fact I don't expect to live at all, but I will never forgive myself if I can't save the only family I have left. I don't understand why my heart betrays me by loving someone that is willing to hurt me in the worst way possible but the heart wants what the heart wants right?

There is that nagging voice in the back of my head, that says he won't really hurt me but I know that is just wishful thinking. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I don't save them. If they die I will be to blame no matter how you look at it, but I won't ever regret what I did to his sister, I had to kill her. I won't lie, the satisfaction was evident, I could guarantee it was written all over my face. That's probably one of the many reasons it looked so bad to Marcel. He could see it in my eyes that I wasn't sorry, and at that point it didn't matter to him the reason why i did it.

How hypocritical it is to me considering how many men he has killed without remorse. I can't imagine how many siblings, fathers, and sons he has killed. My mother didn't deserve to be raped, or killed. It wasn't her fault she fell in love with a man that dragged her into this violent life. My mother did so many horrible things to me, things that will forever be ingrained in the back of my brain but i still loved her no matter what she did to me, and that's just the way it is.

I look both ways out in the hall as I creep out of my room, making sure Roman isn't in sight. When I see no one, I quickly walk, heels clacking loudly. I thought it would be smart to dress nice so they wouldn't suspect a thing, I just really hope I don't have to run. I look like a classic housewife of Beverly Hills walking around in this get up. Black and white button up blouse, with a little white accent on the puffy shoulders, and dressy black pants. I'm wearing a pair of Prada sunglasses my brother bought me, and am holding a black and white Loi Vuitton close to my side. I wanted and needed to look the part as Roman's spoiled Fiance that just wants to shop in Russia. I am doubtful that Roman told his men that I hadn't qute decided if I wanted to marry him. It's just a hunch though, he is very prideful so I am very sure that it's right. As I get to the bottom of the stairs, there are two guards standing by the entrance, which is kind of strange. I mean usually there are guards on the outside not on the inside, unless we are leaving like last night.

"Hey boys." I say casually, with a flip of my wavy hair. I'm hoping to just walk out without having to explain myself to them, it's not like they have ever said anything to me anyway.

Right when I think I am about to get away with it, one of the men grabs my shoulder before I can even open the door. "Miss Stone, I am afraid we have been given orders to not allow you to leave." I shrug my shoulder away from his hand, and look back at him angrily.

"Excuse me? I just wanted to get out of the house and go shopping, are you all mad? He can't keep me prisoner here!" I say in the most spoiled brat voice I can manage.

"I am only following orders Miss, and I am afraid Roman Petrov can do whatever he wants." If his voice wasn't anymore monotone I swear to all that is holy! I take a step back so I can face them, and pull off my sunglasses.

"Listen, both of you! If you don't let me through this door, I am going to kick both of your asses.....do you hear me?" I stare them down with the most intimidating stare I can manage, but they both just look like they are trying not to burst out laughing.

"Jamie where did you say you were going?" Roman's voice enters the room as if it tore through the silent air leaving a large invisible rip. I know that I am incredibly screwed right now. I turn around to face him, and try to look as innocent as possible.

"I was trying to go shopping...and apparently I'm not allowed." I say crossing my arms, and giving him a death glare.

"Wow, i've never seen you so dressed up Jamie, you look beautiful....but just to go shopping? Better yet do you even know where a store is to go shopping?" He says coming slowly down the stairs, with his hands in the pockets of his black jeans, looking extremely handsome I have to admit.

"There's something called GPS, but thanks for the compliment...can i go now?" I am trying so hard not to break eye contact with him, it will be my undoing if i do. He's extremely close to me now, we are almost nose to nose. His tall dominating figure towers over me giving me goosebumps all over my body.

"You're not going anywhere Jamie, and we both know why."  

Oh no! He fucking knows...but how?

He suddenly grabs my hand roughly, laying it out flat, and then places a small piece of paper in my hands, and then my heart drops to the floor...I must have accidentally dropped it! How could I have been so careless, I should have burned it!

"In a fucking hurry to get back to him are you? Is that why you're dressed up?" He yells, backing away from me with his hands back in his pockets, and his jaw clenching.

"I can explain-" I try to say but he cuts me off waving his hand at the guards behind me.

"Leave us!" He says in a rough, terrifying tone, making them scurry quickly away.

"Go on. Fucking explain Jamie...I really want to understnd why you would betray me like this?"

"Or you can explain why you didn't tell me he has my brother?" I yell back.

"Because I didn't want you to worry, and then pull some shit like this! Thats why! I have this under control-"

"Bullshit! Marcel is a relentless Roman, and he will kill him, and my friend if I don't find my way to that car in an hour!" I say fighting the tears that threaten to fall.

"Jamie I am not letting you go! And that's final! I don't care if you fucking hate me for it, I won't let him have you!" He quickly gets in my face, and stares at me with a determination that I know I can't fight, but I am dam sure going to try!

"Roman it is my choice to make! This is the only family i have left! I have to save them". I finally let my tears fall, and let them fall hard, because if it is pity that will make him let me go then so be it.

"Your life is more important to me than anything, and i think that you believe Marcel's love for you is going to save you Jamie but you are wrong! He is demented, and as soon as you make it to his door step he will kill you, but not before he kills your brother, and friend right in front of you to make you suffer. He wants revenge, and he will say or do anything to get it." I stare at him trying to think of something to say to argue but there is no argument, he's right. I drop to my knees, and burst into a fit of tears at his words, is there no hope to save them? Roman has just confirmed everything, the harsh reality is that Marcel feels there is no other choice but to kill me. He's not going to let me live, and no matter what my brother, and Alley will die as well.

"Jamie..." he says, bending down to me, gently placing his fingers under my chin, titling it up so that I am facing him. The way he is looking at me is so soft I can barely stand it, he loves me, and I can see it in his eyes. He just wants to protect me, and I just want to protect my family. Could I even return the love that he deserves? I am so broken inside, and he will realize sooner or later that he doesn't want someone broken.

"Hope is not lost, I have a plan to save your brother, and your friend, and I will need your help doing it, but that is only if you're up for the task". I look up at him quickly with a new purpose and am ready for anything that he is about to ask of me.

"Your father is waiting for us in my study, and you know your father would not approve of these tears, and I fucking hate to see you cry, so please get up." He's right, my father has made it clear to never show weakness in any given situation. He says "any kind of weakness will get you killed, it is the strong who never fail."

"What about the note, if I don't go he said he would kill them?" I say standing up, and wiping my tears.

"Come with me, and I will explain everything, and I have to ask, did you dress nice for him though?" My face reddens at his question, I never cared for dressing nice for him before, certainly not now.

"Of course not, I was just trying to be inconspicuous." I don't really look at him because his intense stare is practically burning a hole for through me.

"You were trying to be inconspicuous in that? Are you kidding me?" He says with a laugh as comes closer.

"I thought if I dressed nice no one would suspect that I was trying to make a run for it." He threw his head back and laughed, which irritates me extremely.

"Princess, you never dress like that, so that's definitely suspicious, but I will have to say it's nice seeing you wear all your brother and I's expensive gifts. You look stunning, but don't stop wearing leggings now. Your ass looks far too nice in them." He says with a cocky smirk. Anger, and embarrassment coursing through me, I go to hit him but he catches my hand,

"I would have just let you hit me but considering how much you have learned in the past year, I would rather you not." I stare at his hand in mine incredulously, and then look back at him.

"You can let go of me now." I say even though that's not really what I want. I am trying so hard to push away any connection I might have with him. I won't allow myself to feel anything for him, I refuse to.

His face hardens a bit, but he lets go, and immediately turns away from me to go up the stairs, "Let's go, your father is waiting."

I sigh at his sudden change in mood, because I know it's my fault. But I swallow up all my emotions, empathy, and follow him up the stairs. There is only one thing I need to focus on right now, and that is saving the only people I have left.