Femme Fatale

6 - Car Chase

I look around me. Liam is crying, as is Niall. Zayn is paler than I've ever seen him before. Louis has tears streaming down his cheeks.

I make my decision.

I rise from the cold floor, my legs slightly wobbly from the scene I witnessed moments ago.

Arabella locks eyes with me and gives a mocking smile. I'm sure she knows what I'm thinking now.

"What have you chosen, Harry?" she asks.

"I'm going with you," I reply, my voice trembling and tired. Almost as tired as I feel right now.

I don't want to die. Not now, especially after narrowly escaping death before.

"I know. All of you are coming," she states confidently, and I know how right she is. One by one, the others start to rise slowly. I ignore her presence at the door and quickly head upstairs to my room, grabbing a spacious black suitcase and throwing everything I can find into it. "You have thirty seconds," I hear her shout from downstairs, so I quickly close the suitcase with my still-trembling hand and carry it downstairs with me.

I'm the first to arrive. Arabella is sitting comfortably on the couch, her coat still open, revealing her beautiful short black dress, making her even sexier than she should be. And try as I might to ignore it, there's a small bloodstain on it.

And at that moment, I'm certain that Arabella Capellotti, Barberini, or whatever her real name is, is a demon.

She has a piece of fabric in her hand, cleaning the sharp blade of one of her knives.

One of her knives that killed a man.

I shudder at the thought.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Arabella says in a low tone, surprising me. I thought she hadn't noticed my presence, as she hasn't taken her eyes off the knife. "Its name is Thanathos. It means death in Greek. Quite fitting, don't you think?" She lets out a low chuckle. I don't know how to respond. I can't deny the fact that she scares me.

I almost fucked a psychotic killer.

When did my life turn into this?

"Why did you kill them?" My voice sounds hesitant even to myself.

"Because they had to die," she simply replies, as she slides the blade of the knife into her high boot.

The boys come downstairs before I can say anything. Arabella stands up, leaving the couch without saying a word, and walks out of the house. We silently follow her, and my jaw almost drops in awe when I see a gleaming Maserati GranTurismo. Arabella unlocks the car and sits in the driver's seat. I follow suit and sit in the passenger seat.

I may be afraid of her, but I definitely don't want to sit on any of the boys' laps.

As soon as everyone is settled, Arabella starts the car, which glides smoothly through the cold streets of London. Arabella presses a button on the steering wheel, and a ringing sound fills the car.

"George Sparrewfield's office, how may I assist you?" a female voice echoes through the car.

"I need to speak to him," Arabella says coldly.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. George is..." the secretary begins.

"I don't care. Connect me to him and tell him Nicole wants to talk to him," she interrupts. I suppose Nicole is a fake name for her. But who the hell is George?

"Very well, miss. Please hold for a moment," the secretary says with a slightly bored tone. Arabella remains silent while rolling her eyes. "Miss Nicole, I'll transfer the call to him," the secretary sounds amazed.