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3. Raspberry

Carlos sits behind my guard. Tied up and tape covering his mouth. My guard deemed it good to have his feet and hands tied up with duck tape first than zip ties. He struggles against the confines, which means he kicks the back of my guards seat. My guards jaw flexes when his seat moves again. His knuckles are white, he has a death grip on the wheel, his eyes glaring at the night sky.

We have only been driving for about an hour. Neither one of us has spoke. Carlos can't although he sure as hell tries too. I think he's screaming right now actually.

I stare at him through the review mirror seeing him hunched over with his head pushed forward. Like what ever he is saying or screaming is something that he needs to say right now. Once he sees that I stare he glares at me and I think he tells me to fuck off. But I can't understand him so he might have said something else.

My guard is going ninety in a fifty-five speed limit zone. When he rounds a corner our bodies move with the car. Well mine does he stays rock solid. And Carlos...

Let's just say he is one with the car. My guard didn't put a seatbelt on him and it's not like he can just put one on. So every corner he is pressed up one of the other windows. Than when we are in a long stretch he tries to break free. Kicking his feet up and spreading them apart. Dedication is what he has that's for sure.

My guard had told me to sleep because wherever we are going we are not going to be able to rest. I don't know what that means.

After we had both actually taken a shower and had gotten fresh clothes on we had talked about what we were going to do.

And when I say talk I mean my guard told me that we are leaving and that we are headed to our next location. If the whole not staying in one place meant only staying in one place for ten minutes than I think I'd rather not bother with the stopping thing. Just keep going. He had shoved chips into my hand and told me to eat the whole bag. It was about the size of a small journal, it had taken me seven minutes just to eat half of it. I had finished them once we started driving. I'm full for now but not like I have ate something but like I need to take a deep breath and not eat for a day or two to get rid of the nausea.

They did pack my hair products. I didn't get to use them, because my guard is a asshole. But just knowing that they are there and that I can use them calms me. My hair though is getting frizzy so I do need to use them. And soon.

Carlos makes a sound and I focus back into him, blood stains his shirt where I had shot him and it seems to still be bleeding. He honestly needs to be stitched up but he will live. You don't get special treatment when you have dedicated your life to tying to kill somebody that isn't even here.

Because whatever he had came to the hotel for was worth the risk of dying. Maybe he wants my head and claim the title that he had killed the mafias next in line. Maybe that's why he had come, surely not because my brother could still be alive. Because there is absolutely no fucking way that he is alive.

"If you kick my seat one more fucking time I will kill you." My guard threatens as he tries again to snap the zip ties. Carlos pauses his face thoughtful as he lets the threat sink in. His eyes widen slightly but otherwise no other reaction. I watch him scoot away and move behind me. I watch him carefully in the mirror as he stares with no shame.

I give my guard a look too find him smirking. I feel my seat push up into my back. Again and again. I dig my nails into my palms as my anger starts to flood through me. Annoyance might be what I'm supposed to be feeling but if this guy thinks my brother is still alive and plans on killing him. Anger is a good emotion as well.

I suck in a harsh breath when the seat moves again this time harder. I had thrown my hair into a bun into of my head and I feel my hair move with the impact of the moving seat.