Wicked Games

44 - Eliana

Chapter Forty-Four| Eliana

One wrong move.

That's all it will take for things to go south. For my life to fall apart once again. And for all I know, I could have a sniper on my back too — only I can't see mine. The car where Dax and Brad sit is roughly eight hundred metres away, it's too far of a run for Reid and I to make it without being shot.

"Ellie baby, talk to me," Reid whispers calmly, not intimidated by the threat on his back. Or maybe he's staying calm to keep me calm. That's what he used to do when we were children. He never showed fear to keep me calm, to stop me from panicking. "Ellie!"

"I don't know what to do." I clench my eyes shut, mentally kicking myself for not having a plan out of here. "Reid, I don't know what to do." I suck in a breath, keeping as still as possible.

But I know we haven't got time, and I suspect that the sniper has noticed we are aware of them and is waiting for us to make that one wrong move, so they can pull the trigger.

It doesn't help that it's dark and foggy meaning I can't scope them out as easily as I could if it was a clear night. I pause. If the visibility is poor for me, then maybe it's poor for the sniper. The further you go into the forest, the mistier it gets with fog, and the denser it gets with trees.

We can't run to the car because we would be exposed, but if we split up and ran further into the forest, we'd have a better chance of losing the sniper, or snipers if there is one on my back too.

"We'll have to run further into the forest," I instruct. "We split up—"

"No."

This motherfucker!

"Yes."

"No!"

"For fuck's sake, Reid! Listen to me!" I growl out in frustration. He really knows the wrong time to protest things. "If we run together like a happy little couple holding hands, one of us is going to end up in hell a lot quicker than the other. So, if you want to go on a suicide mission be my guest 'cause from the looks of it to me, you're the favourite to get the bullet." I speak sarcastically, already growing frustrated with the man I love. We are so not making it to the retirement age. We'll be lucky to get to thirty at this stage.

"Oh, so we're making jokes now?!" He hisses, his back still turned to me, and I roll my eyes.

Are we arguing right now? We just recovered from the last one.

"The only joke is you." I retort and he chuckles darkly.

"I swear to fuck when we get back, Eliana, I'm gonna spank your ass fucking raw!" He threatens and I scoff.

"That's if we get back. Don't get too ahead of yourself now." I can't believe we are just standing in the middle of a forest with an unfinished grave and a sniper on our backs prioritising an argument rather than our lives. "Are you going to go along with my plan, or do you just want to drop yourself into the grave along with the poor girl and I'll come back later to cover you up once the coast is clear?"

"Fuck you, Ellie."

"Won't get to do that if you're dead, baby boy." I smile tightly and I know he wants to turn around and throttle me. "I'll have to find dick elsewhere."