EXCHANGE OF HEARTS [BL]

CHAPTER 12

"Where's a good place to visit?" Atlas asked Sebastian, and his doctor and tracker heard it through his earpiece.

"Why are you asking me now?" Sebastian asked with a furrowed brow as he reassembled the weapons they were going to use later.

"I'm just asking, and can you just answer me?" he hissed as he threw himself on the sofa.

"He's taking that guy out, dude," he heard Rile say on the other line.

"Oh... shit! We're coming too!" James chimed in.

"Shut up, both of you!" Atlas shouted. He turned back to Sebastian, who was checking his sniper.

"Sebastian, suggest a place!"

Sebastian glanced at him and then back at his sniper. "I suggest that you should bring him to the Motel and book for 5 days—"

Sebastian stopped talking when he heard the gun being cocked.

Sebastian glanced at Atlas again.

"Hey, why are you pointing your gun at me?"

"I'm not pointing my gun at you, friend," Atlas simply said.

"Yeah, you're not pointing your gun at me, friend," Sebastian mocked him sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

Atlas faked his shock when he looked at his gun—pointing at Sebastian. "Oh, my bad," he said, lowering the gun. "I didn't mean to do it, my friend." And then he smiled sweetly.

"Geez," he heard James whisper in the earpiece.

Atlas crossed his legs and folded his arms while staring into space.

"He's not like that," he whispered, enough for Sebastian to hear. "He doesn't like that, Sebastian." A pause. "He will hate me if I bring him there."

"Okay, I'm sorry for saying it."

After a while—a minute of silence—James spoke, "But, for sure he will hate you if he finds out what you did—he'll find out soon that you killed hundreds of people."

Atlas froze to death. His eyes wide and didn't blink after he heard what James said.

He didn't think about this. He never thought about this. It never crossed his mind that one day Race would find out what he's doing—that he kills people.

Fear and anxiety enveloped his body. He felt colder in his seat, more nervous about Race finding out than their mission later.

"He'll hate you for sure, or maybe he won't see you again and he'll push you away if he finds out," James added.

His fear intensified because of what his tracker said. He couldn't think clearly, and he didn't know what to do if Race knew what he's doing.

He'll hate me. He'll push me away from him. He won't see me again. He'll hate me all his life.

Atlas's chest heaved as he inhaled deeply while in deep thought.

No. I won't let that happen. I won't let him find out what I'm doing.

This is a secret.

"Shut up, James," Rile said.

"What?! I didn't do anything—"

"Our friend is overthinking now. Idiot."

He didn't pay attention at all. His mind was full of what-ifs. He was worried about Race.

"Race will surely get angry when he finds out, worse, he'll stay away from me and push me away."

He imagined Race fuming mad at him, his eyes full of hatred and fury.