Mastermind | Chuuya Nakahara.

FORTY-SIX.

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CHAPTER FORTY-SIX:
You're my undoing, Chuuya Nakahara.
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                 Chuuya had drove endlessly until he was convinced they weren't being followed and only then, did he head to his destination. He owned a property deep into the countryside, which he'd never told anyone about. All of the finances for the property went strictly through him—not even Mori knew about it. Not because he hadn't trusted his Boss, but because a part of him had always thought it could be proven useful. He had been backstabbed once by people he had trusted with his life and he'd had nowhere to go. He wasn't about to make that same mistake twice.

                     He pulled up to the property, driving through a row of trees on each side of the car down a gravel path. Aki had stirred awake, a yawn escaping her lips just as they pulled in. She sat up, looking around in confusion, "Where are we?" She asked, a sleepiness to her voice. She sounded so damn adorable—it was shocking to think she was the same woman who had been so brutal with her enemies. A woman that had single-handedly caused the destruction of the mansion house.

                      Chuuya put the hand-break down, clicking it into place before turning the engine off, "A property I own," He said, getting out of the car, closing the door behind him before walking around the other side. He opened the passenger door for her whilst Aki reached behind her and grabbed his hat from the backseat. He offered her his hand. "It's safe here. No one knows about it." He reassured her as she slipped her hand into his, allowing him to help her out of the car, her limbs aching. If Chuuya was in any pain, he didn't show it.

                       Aki put one hand on her hip, looking up at the building in front of her as she dropped his hat onto her head. She whistled through her teeth, "Damn, Nakahara, this is pretty bougie." She drawled out, making Chuuya grin proudly up at the property, standing beside her.

                     It was a modernised log cabin with two stories—not including the little attic room with a square window that had its own mini floor. The wood was a deep shade of red, the many windows painted black. There was a wrap-around porch, the wood the same colour as the rims on the window, a little swing-chair sitting in the left hand corner. It was huge, big enough to fit fifty people inside of. There was something tranquil about it, as if time had come to stand still. The sky was turning dark, the sun setting behind it, casting an orange hue across the wood as a soft drizzle began falling from the sky.

                     Chuuya tipped his head back, looking up at the sky, sleety rain dripping onto his face. He reached out, wrapping his arm around Aki's waist, "Come on, let's get inside before we get soaked." He said, ushering her up the small set of stairs leading to the porch. She went willingly, her entire body aching for more rest—and she simply just caved to whatever his touch asked of her.

                      He stopped by the front door, reaching into a hanging plant-pot, withdrawing a key. Aki scoffed, "Good hiding spot, Mr Obvious." She teased, raising a brow at him.

                       "Says the one that hid a burner phone behind a painting." He grumbled, making her chuckle a little as he stuck the key in the door, turning it.

                     The door opened with a click and they stepped inside. Aki's hands instinctively came up to rub at her arms. It was freezing inside the cabin, showing that no one had been there in quite some time. Chuuya immediately began moving around the open-plan living room, joint with the kitchen, turning on lamps that were resting on top of tables, bringing a faux warmth to the room.