Wicked Games

21 - Eliana

Chapter Twenty-One | Eliana

This journey should have taken us an hour, an hour and a half max. But with Elena as the driver and River as the navigator it has taken us three.

King is stressed to the high heavens, and I keep staring at him with an 'I told you so face' because no one in their right mind would put those two in the front two seats of a car. Nobody, but King.

"Where did you pick these two up from then?" Dax smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, and King mutters something under his breath about adopting liabilities.

"Driving isn't their best quality but they are good at killing, I promise," I tell him, and he chuckles with a shrug of the shoulder.

"I've heard you're very good at killing too. Level eight, that's impressive." He nods with an impressed look on his face, and I press my back further against the seat, avoiding eye contact with him. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Eliana." My gaze looks back up at the man I've only known for a few days.

He seems kind. I've learnt not to trust people easily, but something about Dax puts me at ease. When he explains about rescuing people from places where I grew up in and where he also grew up in, he's passionate and determined. Ready to take on whatever is thrown at him.

I turn my gaze to Reid who has been glaring out the window the whole three hours, his fists clenched tightly on top of his muscular thighs. I lean forward from where he sits across from me in the van and place my hand on top of his. His head looks down at where my hand is and then he looks up.

"What's wrong?" I question him with a small smile, and he answers my question when he shifts his gaze on the van behind us where Ivan and Brad are. Brad, like the grumpy man he is, told us we make him feel claustrophobic and how he couldn't handle being in a car with us who bicker and fight like kids most of the time, and not the fact that Elena is the one driving and could possibly kill us. No, he just hates us basically.

The man needs a good lay, I think.

Anyway, back on to another grumpy man in this family. My Reid.

"Doughnut." His hand clenches around mine in response, and I'm worried that something might be wrong with him and that he isn't in the right mindset to be doing this. And I don't mean he's scared or worried, no, I mean he's angry. Very, very angry. And an angry Reid can sometimes not be a very good Reid. "We're not killing Baker today, remember that. We're helping to get the children out and safe."

"And to kill the level ten assassins, you missed that part out." Creed buts in with a proud smile on his face, thinking he's done some help for the day, and I roll my eyes ignoring him and keep my attention on Reid.

"Don't be putting us at risk." I haven't seen this side for a very long time and quite honestly, I don't want to.

"Everything good?" King eyes us suspiciously, looking more at his son than me.

"All sunshine's and daisies." I smile tightly, and lean back against the chair, trying to pull my hand out of Reid's grasp but he doesn't let go, and tightens his grip.

After another twenty minutes of Elena trying not to skid on the ice, we pull up to a grey run-down building that has dirty smoke puffing out the chimneys. Elena pulls up safely in a discrete place, and we all disembark the van getting all our weapons ready, but I can't stop worrying about Reid. He's not himself.

"What's wrong with him?" I jump at the sound of Ivan's voice in my ears and move away from him, glaring at him.

"Nothing!"