𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨

Trouble

"Are you fucking kidding me Drake? I had to drive six hours to get here. With this annoying dumbass constantly getting on my nerves. And now you want me to take him on a road trip to the other edge of the country?" she raged on and he looked at her awkwardly.

" I know I'm asking for too much, Tal... but you're our best bounty hunter and he is a key witness for the FBI. We can't let him go. You're the only one I trust to get him there safely. " he said, his voice low in an attempt to lower hers as well.

She looked at Drake and then back at the criminal.

He caught her gaze and smiled at her, giving her a little wave.

She rolled her eyes and growled in frustration.

"Him? Why is he so important?" she asked, watching him as he winked at himself in the car mirror.

Drake couldn't help but shrug.

Tal clenched her fists and turned her back on him. Pushing the door open to reunite with her most annoying nightmare.

She wasn't used to this at all.

Usually the people she caught were just pawns. A way to get her money. To survive. She didn't have to spend time with them...or protect them.

Yet she had done all of that with that stupid man, the past few hours.

She had escaped an explosion, shot two men on the foot and various other places, somehow got involved in a drug ring, got beaten and had to stitch herself up, while he stayed intact. Watching from the sidelines as if it was a fucking movie.

"Get in. I don't want to hear a word. Two days till we reach FBI's headquarters. Then you're their problem." she growled before opening the door and sitting in the driver's seat.

"Aren't we going to rest? Eat something?
I'm famished." he said in his ridiculous British accent.

Of course he had to be British.

Why did all the annoying ones had to be British?

The door shut and she turned to look at him at the front seat.

She raised her eyebrows at him.

" What? " he asked looking at her innocently.

"In the back seat. Now."she ordered.

Her glare was hard and demanding.

He sighed and climbed over to the backseat, making a mess of things as he did so.

" Couldn't you have used the door? " she asked rolling her eyes.

He smirked and lay back on the back seat.

She picked up the stuff he dropped and started the engine.

"You're an idiot." she murmured pressing a bit too hard on the accelerator, causing him to hit his head.

"Ouch!" he protested.

"You deserved it. Now..where do you wanna eat?" she asked sparing him a glass from the mirror.

He looked at her suprised as he rubbed his head.

"McDonald's?" he asked cautiously.

She rolled her eyes as she took a turn.

"Nevermind. You don't get an opinion.
We're going to my place." she said decidedly.

His eyebrows shot up.

"Your place? Are you sure, huntress? I thought I was not to be trusted." he said mischievously.

She rolled her eyes at what he implied.