Silver Hitter

23.𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑃ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑠.

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Hitter and I climb out of his car once we've reached his house and I let my eyes trail over the cream white mansion, more of a fortress than anything. Lots of windows, even doors, lots of greenery and running water fountains all outside and I'm surprised at how much it doesn't suit him but does all in the same.

I guess I expected a sleek two story modern house, but a mysterious cream coloured mansion is just what whoever is behind the mask needs.

He holds out his hand for me to take and I place my palm in his, interlacing our fingers and walking at his side.

"We have to be quick. We have at most fifty seconds to be in and out without them ever knowing I was here–let alone with someone else." I look sideways at him but choose not to question him. We reach the front door and Hitter looks at me. "Stay glued to me, follow my lead and most importantly. Count every second in your head." I nod.

Taking a deep breath, Hitter pulls a key out of his pocket and inserts it in the lock, turning it then pushing the door open, he rushes inside and I follow close at his heels, my shoes clicking within the high walls of the empty house I actually don't even have any time to take a look at.

Pausing at a set of black double doors, Hitter unlocks then lets us in. "Bottom right drawer in my desk, there's a red folder. Go to page twenty six and read it." I do as he says, jogging to the desk and crouching low, I pull the drawer open and sift through the folders until I find the only red one inside.

43...
42...

I flip through the pages, then pause at twenty six, straightening from the ground and reading over the contents, my eyes moving between Hitter and the documents in my hands as I do so.

31...
30...

"When you're done there, read this one. Then maybe I'll hand you part two one day." I nod and finish skimming through the file contents, setting the red folder down and grabbing the blue one from him, I read the page he opened and my heart swells a little bit now as I read over it all over again.

18...
17...
16...

"Jamie." I nod at his warning, toss the folder back to him, grab the red one and shove it back in the drawer, I slam the drawer shut then rush around the desk, grab his offered hand then we close his office door behind us and jog outside, back out to his car.

2...
1...

Once outside, I sigh, then I reach for the scarf around my neck and take it off, flipping my hair away from my eyes, I go ahead and climb in his car. He follows. I wordlessly tie the scarf around my eyes, and he must catch on, because his hands grab hold of my waist as he pulls me over the controls of the car and into his lap, I rest my head on his chest, my eyes now blindfolded by my scarf.

"I'm sorry that this is happening to you." I whisper, his hand running through my hair.

Wolf...was fifteen when he went into witness protection care to be hidden from his own parents after he saw them murder someone.

He's been in the program since then...took Crow with him just to be safe but she was never in any real danger from their parents while he...

"I've learned to live with the fact that my parents hate me. You know, they're the ones who taught me everything I know." He chuckles bitterly and I tighten my grip on his shirt, before releasing my hold and stroking his jaw blindly. I feel him lean into my touch more. "I'm fine Jamie."

"I've said those exact words to you too." I sit up. His own parents are trying to kill him because not only did he watch them murder, he holds some knowledge that's incriminating towards not only them, but people associated with them as well.