Madame

Chapter 2

Karina's POV

The airport was filled to the brim with loud-ass Americans. I swear to god, I think 100 people have bumped into me, and I haven't even reached baggage claim yet!

 Hugo is ahead of all of us, acting like an airport dad, saying that we need to get to baggage claim first so that we can get our bags and leave. Let's just say he's not used to commercial flying.

"You know we have to wait, right? Our bags could be last for all we know." Maia tells him, hiding a smirk on her face. "Doesn't hurt anyone to get there first." He points out, and Maia's smirk turns into a blank stare.

Our luggage didn't come out first, but it surprised all of us how fast it came out. We hauled ass to hail a taxi, and we made a beeline to the house we'd be staying at for god knows how long. On the ride there, I'm pretty sure I saw Maxime turn every color possible; he doesn't do well with cars.

"If you barf on me, I'll kill you," I warn him. He shoots me a glare from the corner of his eye, and I return the look; he looks away from me and rolls his eyes, putting his head in his hands. I rub his back with my hand, and he lets his head hang. He looks big and tough, but in reality, he's just a big baby; we all are in the end.

"Oh yeah, this place isn't suspicious looking at all!" I sarcastically clap my hands together as Hugo digs in his backpack for a tip for the driver. "Oh really? What gives it away? The massive gate? The million cameras? The four cars? The secludedness? Or wait, could it maybe be the huge ass house?" Maia asks sarcastically as she rolls her suitcase up the driveway.

"Or maybe it's the beach right behind," Max adds, laughing to himself as he follows Maia and pulls out a set of keys from his pocket. Hugo joins us at the door and just shakes his head in silence at us, but we know he's thinking the same damn thing. "Just be grateful we aren't staying in a lovely motel like last time." He points out, "Don't be ungrateful."

Max gets the door open, and we walk in. We each take our time enjoying the house and calling rooms on opposite ends of the house so that we have our own space. The house is super open concept and very white like everything is white; I'm sure that during the day, it's bright as hell. "You guys should get some sleep; we'll be meeting up with the guys tomorrow to get more information," Hugo tells us. We all nod and bid each other goodnight, and we retire to our rooms, and let me tell you, this bed is the most comfortable thing on this planet. After cleaning the airport off of me, I slip into the sheets and melt. "Oh fuck." I groan, shuffling deeper into the covers and curling into a pillow.

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"Ok, so what now?" I ask as we walk around Miami. I see Hugo look at me, then look away, "What? Am I missing something?" I asked, throwing my hands up. "Ari, do you think that I know where I'm going?" Hugo asks, not stopping. "I mean, I don't think so." I say, still very confused about what this man is trying to say, "Ya know, I question how you're still alive sometimes. We're following that dark-haired boy; his name is Tomma, and you're gonna be his new friend." Hugo wiggles his eyebrows at me.

My mouth hangs open at my stupidity. I look at the boy in front of us and furrow my eyebrows, "He's a kid." I mumble, seeing how awkward he is when he passes people, his phone on, in his hand, and his head not looking up once, oblivious of the four people following him. "Exactly, he'll be more impressionable. Either way, you'll figure it out." Maia points out, sending me one of her signature smiles.

I nod my head and feel Maxime put his arm around my neck, "So from what I gathered from my extensive research," He starts, and I see Hugo shoot Max a death glare, clearly annoyed that Max is stealing his research, "Tomma is a good boy with a bright future, but sadly for him, he got caught up in the drug circles of Miami and now works for the mastermind of this drug/weapon trafficker." He continues, "And you, my dear, are going to follow him because our instincts tell us that even if he does turn back and see you, he'll be so nervous to do so again that he won't. And when he goes into a building or anything, you ask for help." Maxime winks at me