Wicked Games

55 - Eliana

Chapter Fifty-Five | Eliana

"Can you hurry up?" I speak impatiently toward Ivan who is trying to get the thick metal door to open.

"Can you not rush me?!" He retorts with just as little patience. "You know this would go a lot smoother if we all just got along. Why do you two always choose the worst moments to be mad at each other?"

I side-eye Reid who has his arms crossed over his chest, facing away from me. And because he's not fully focused, he doesn't see the guard sneaking up on him. Luckily my quick reflexes allow me to grab one of the small knives I have hidden on me and throw it right at the guard's neck. We watch him drop to his knees, clutching at the wound as blood gushes out of his mouth.

My brows raise with audacity when Reid rolls his eyes. "You're fucking welcome," Reid grumbles something under his breath which sets my blood on fire. "Next time, I'll leave you to die."

"Fine."

"Oh, so you're okay with that?! What do you mean by fine?!" I exclaim, throwing my arms up in frustration.

"Well, it wasn't a question, Eliana. You stated you would leave me to die." He scoffs and my words get caught in my throat because he is correct. Fuck. "What? Nothing to say?" He smirks smugly and I just know he's trying to wind me up on purpose.

"Careful, Reid. I've got enough knives to throw at people's throats and yours won't be an exception." I warn.

Reid chuckles, taking a bow. "Be my guest."

"Both of you shut the fuck up!" We both jump at Ivan's outburst just as the door opens with a loud screech. "All you do is take advantage of the fact you two have a love that not many can have! But you piss it away by having these stupid arguments, pretending you hate each other when you have no idea how long you might get to have that opportunity. Reid, she would never leave you to die, and you know that. And Eliana, you wouldn't dare do such a thing, so stop pretending like you would when we all know you would risk your life for him." Ivan inhales a deep breath after he punches us with the heavy truth, leaving us in silence.

I look down at my feet, ashamed. "I'm sorry," I say to Ivan and then turn to Reid. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

"Halle-fucking-lujah! Now let's go!"

The three of us walk carefully into the eerily quiet building and already a sense of dread washes over me because it seems too quiet. My feet pause and I look around, goosebumps rising onto my skin. I know the feeling of being watched all too well, and right now, we're being watched.

"Rosie said that once we're in, it's about a mile walk before we come across a corridor of doors. Baker's office is the third one on the right." Ivan pulls me out of my trance, and I rush to catch up to them, watching as he keeps his eyes on the map of the base, so I keep my eyes out for any sudden dangers.

And those dangers come quickly because when we round the corner three large men, almost the same size as Reid and Ivan await us with machetes in their hands and a deadly sneer on their drained faces.

"Put the fucking map away, Ivan." He takes his time folding it neatly, before shoving it into one of the pockets on his black cargos and replacing it with a handgun. "None of you get a limb chopped off please!" I call out as I make my way toward the awaiting trio who look murderous.

There is no doubt that these people are level 10s who have been trained in protecting Baker and are also conditioned to see us as a threat. They know who we are, and they are aware of what their goal is.