Wicked Games

32 - Reid

Chapter Thirty-Two | Reid

One, I'm going to kill Creed for being so irresponsible when picking something as simple as crew for the jet. I give the fucker one job, and he can't even do that the little shit.

And two, I'm gonna kill Ivan for simply existing. Might bring him back to life just to kill him again.

The moment the two of us have quietly eliminated the problem, hiding the fucker's body in one of the toilets, I take the moment to grab Ivan by the back of the head, and smash it into the corner of a cupboard.

"What the fuck?!" He exclaims at me and my nostrils flare.

"Don't what the fuck me. You think I don't know what you're doing, Ivan. Don't fuck with me because I promise you, I'm not the one." I glare down at him, and I hold my gun against his neck, and watch as his body tenses. "You'll keep your distance from Eliana on this trip. I don't want you even breathing in the same space as her, and I for sure don't want your eyes on her either, do you understand me?"

"Re—"

I bury the gun deeper into his neck and grit my teeth. "Do you fucking understand me?"

"All I want is what's best for her. I care about her." He has the audacity to say to me and my eye twitches. 

I don't even know what to say to him because all I have the urge is to silence him forever. And I can't tell if he is trying to piss me off on purpose. So, I grab the back of his head and slam it down again before letting him go with a harsh shove causing him to stumble back.

"You might care about her, you might say you love her, but I'm in love with her, Ivan. I've always been in love with her, so don't think you can come between us otherwise I won't hesitate to kill you." I point a finger at him, and he chuckles, wiping away the blood trickling down his head.

"It's funny that because she said nearly enough the same thing to me." That's my fucking baby. "You can hate me all you like, Reid. Threaten to kill me, I don't give a fuck. I know she'll never be mine but I'm always gonna be there if she needs me."

I give him a sceptical stare, my hands clenching into tight fists. Why does my girl have to be such a magnet to love?

"Keep your distance, Ivan." That's the last thing I say to him before I leave the galley and make my way back to Eliana who is gazing out the window, nibbling her bottom lip. She looks uneasy and I don't know if it's because of the hostility between me and Ivan, or if something else is playing on her pretty mind. Eliana is good at keeping things to herself. She doesn't like to talk, and it grates on me because I never want her to keep things bottled up. It happened before and it nearly became a tragedy.

"What was that thud?"

"A body dropping to the ground," I answer, shrugging my shoulder and tucking my gun back into my holster.

Eliana rolls her eyes. "Not that thud. The other two I heard after you killed the man." Her question is answered the moment Ivan walks out clutching his head. "If Baker doesn't take us out, I have no doubt the two of you will take each other out just fine." She sighs and I take a seat, and wrap my arm around her, cradling her close to my body.

"I love you," I whisper into her ear and kiss the top of her head. There's no denying the ache that still settles in my chest when she still never says it back, but I know it will come when she's ready, and when it does, I'm sure I'll be the happiest man ever. It's a memory I'll lock away with all the other ones I have with her.

The first time she said it to me was after she tried to take her own life. We had always said it as children but as we got older, I knew it was different. We had fallen in love with each other. She was so scared after she thought she was going to die and blurted it out to me. There was a time my Ellie would say it a hundred times a day, and now she doesn't say it at all.