Joanna goes back home and spends the next hour drowning herself in whiskey and smoking.

She sits alone in her bedroom, legs crossed like a monk, and she smokes and drinks straight from the bottle.

She drinks till her vision becomes hazy, her lips too heavy to touch together.

She wishes that she can come up with a plan, one in which she can call Christian right now and tell him to end his pursuit before it ends him.

His father is a fucking millionaire for Christ's sake, why is he doing such dangerous work?

Each time she looks at his innocent face, she feels like her heart is tearing apart from him.

She has gone on missions before, she has killed a lot of men for her master, but Christian is just different.

She doesn't want to hurt him, she also doesn't want anyone to hurt him too– someone like Lorenzo.

Christian doesn't deserve to be in the middle of this, he is too naive.

After she is done emptying the bottle of whisky, and the cigarette has been burnt to a stump, she crushes

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