Page 22 of The Billionaire's Classmate

Slinging it over his shoulder, he jumped onto the trunk once more and ran across the car before landing in front. There was an old door at the end of the alleyway that he easily kicked down. The result was a cloud of dust, trying to make him cough, but he held the urge as he rushed forward to the rickety looking staircase. After countless steps, he managed to reach the roof.

The fresh air felt good to his lungs that now burned with the effort of climbing fifteen flights of stairs. He needed to start going back to the gym more religiously once this mission was done. With this thought, he got to the edge of the roof, where he could see the mansion.

Leaning down, he settled himself behind the small parapet that kept people from walking off. He started to pull out various things from the duffle bag. A large gun. A scope. A stand. He started to assemble these pieces together with practiced precision.

When he was done, he positioned it on the edge of the wall. Getting on his knees, he looked through the scope. The bedroom that Savanna was supposed to lure Kozlowski into was still empty. Ronny rolled up his sleeve and looked at his watch. She still had a few minutes.

***

Once Savanna made her way into the mansion, she took on a totally different persona. She laughed with the patrons as a natural German accent emerged from her lips. Many of the men were quite impressed that a person of her race spoke their language so fluently. She would answer them with a mysterious smile that only proved to peek their interests even more.

Soon enough she had many of them wrapped around her finger. They laughed and flirted with her as she kept them occupied with witty comments and a burning stare. Finally, she caught the attention of the host himself. He approached her with a smile on his face.

He reached out a hand. Savanna didn’t hesitate to place her gloved hand in his. He squeezed it with a powerful gesture that made her giggle in response as her eyes subtly looked up, taking in his appearance. He was a powerful man, probably in his mid-thirties. He had a dominant aura that rolled off his body like a unique scent. His smug smile remained glued to his face as he pulled her to toward the bar.

“Can I offer you a drink?” He asked as he spoke a few cruel words in his servant’s direction. They quickly complied with his demand, handing him two shots. Savanna’s target grabbed his glass and tilted his head back, taking it in a single gulp. Savanna smirked as she did the same, much to the man’s surprise.

“Impressive…” He mused as he looked down at her.

“That’s not the only thing I’m good at…” Savanna whispered in his ear as she moved forward, her body nearly pressed into his as her hand rested first on his thigh, before taking a decisive leap to his crotch, giving it a hearty squeeze. The man grinned at her sudden attraction toward him. He wasn’t about to deny such an exotic beauty.

With that, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the stairs. He left the party he was hosting behind, in order to bring her to the second floor of the mansion. There, he navigated through the maze of corridors, until he reached his bedroom. Savanna grinned to herself, knowing she was on the verge of success. As soon as she got the German into the bedroom and laid him down on the bed, Ronny could take his shot.

Eager for the mission to be over, she pushed him into the room. She pressed him into a wall almost immediately as her lips pressed into his, letting them meld together as she feigned pure lust toward this man. He smirked into the kiss and reached down, grabbing her ass.

Meanwhile, Ronny cringed as he looked through the scope and saw the two of them making out. He knew this was all just an act for the mission’s sake, but at the same time, it felt painful to watch Savanna kiss someone else. At this point, there was no denying that he liked her. Sighing, he straightened himself out and took aim. All she had to do now was push the German onto the bed.

***

As Savanna continued to make out with her target, she felt confident that the mission was going just as planned. In a minute, she would take control of the situation by pushing him onto the bed and once that was done her work would be finished. But before this could happen, a sudden turn of events changed everything. Kozlowski reached into his drawer as he pressed Savanna into the wall, making her groan into the kiss.

Before she could react at all, he had attached something around her neck. She cringed as she heard an audible click. She suddenly pushed him away from the kiss. “What the hell?” She said, as her hands reaching upward and pressing against the cold metal of what felt like a collar. Her eyes grew even larger as she heard a softtick, tick, tick,and her fingers pressed into a small box on the side.

“What, you didn’t think I would figure out that you were a spy?” Kozlowski asked with a grin. He closed the gap between them, about to grab her when she retaliated with a kick that made him stagger backward. He wasn’t expecting that but recovered quickly enough to ram her into the wall, forcing the air out of her lungs.

Ronny watched from his scope. He had no idea what was going on, but it didn’t look good. Did he make the shot or wait until the target was on the bed as planned? As he watched the brute of a man pull out a knife and hold it up to her face, rage consumed him. Taking aim, he allowed his finger to ease back into the trigger. The bullet emerged from its chamber, pierced through the glass of the bedroom window and finally made its way through Kozlowski’s heart with ease. He slumped forward in front of Savanna, who stared at the dead criminal with a horrified look.

Anger painted her face as she made her way to the window, glaring at the sniper. As she approached the window, he moved her scope to watch her. It was only then that he saw the collar around her neck and the blinking red light. No… had the German rigged a bomb? Had he just killed the only man that could have easily deactivated it?

Ronny cursed under his breath as he saw Savanna turn around and wrap a scarf around her neck, hiding the lethal device. She made her way out of the mansion quickly, as Ronny rushed down the stairs as fast as he could. He got back into the car and sped his way to the entrance of the mansion.

Savanna was already waiting for him. She got in, but there was an irate look on her face and hidden beneath that, was a true sense of fear. She knew she was in trouble. There was no telling how much time they had left until she had her top blown off.

“Don’t worry… We’ll get that thing off you. I promise.” Ronny reached for her hand, but she pulled away quickly.

“If you hadn’t killed him, I could have made him take this vile contraption off my neck!” She yelled at him. He stared into her frightened eyes knowing she was right, but before he could say anything else a loud alarm sounded from the mission. They must have found the deceased Kozlowski by now. All of a sudden, the sound of gunfire erupted. Bullets pelleted the side of the car. Ronny reacted quickly and sped off down the street.

Enemy cars seemed to emerge out of nowhere, following them. “Call headquarters.”

“Already on it.” Savanna had her cell phone to her ear, trying to get in touch with high command, but no one responded.

“This is not good…” Ronny muttered as the cars started to gain on him, opening fire. Taking a chance, he looked in the mirror for a split second before stepping on the brakes. His free hand reached out, keeping Savanna from flying through the windshield, before he shifted the car into reverse, making a full 360, before driving in the opposite direction of his pursuers.

The enemy took some time to adjust to his sudden change of direction, granting Ronny just enough time to pull into the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse. He killed all the lights of the car, creating a blackout that caused the black vehicle to fade into the night. He watched as the enemy sped past, without noticing them.

He sighed in relief, before looking at Savanna. “It isn’t safe here and we have to get that thing off you,” he answered, before getting out of the car and grabbing her hand. To the west, he could spot a tree line. Maybe they would be safer in the woods.

Savanna kicked off her heels, before running with him into the forest. Once there, he swept her off her feet as he carried her through the thicket of trees. “I don’t want you hurting your feet,” he whispered, looking down at her, answering the confused expression on her face.