Worship Series

Chapter # 29

After sorting their matters out, they were leaving and Zariah was glancing at him from time to time.

They were in a van. A local who was working for them driving the van due to the patrol and not being suspicious either.

He knew she could no longer be involved in any activity.

'The woman before me is no longer the human killing machine, no longer heartless, an ace, a pillar, or anything... It was Zariah.

'MY' Zari to be exact.'

He thought with a strange, victorious but vile smile spread across his thick lips, scanning her from top to bottom.

His eyes were staring into her soul. Without questioning, her outburst disgruntled him, it induced perturbation.

'So does that mean I am successful in saving her? I promised to return and take her away from this darkness- it happened.

So I won, I completed my promise, right?'

His hair scattered on his forehead, eyes surrounded with unfathomable clouds along with his hand over her shoulder.

She was pressed into him how a king would keep a queen in its proximity, his fingers twirling around her locks continuously.

"Where are we going?" Zariah asked, gripping onto his mask worriedly while he leaned back dominantly.

"To the runway,"

De Villiers arched an eyebrow, "Have you tracked his location?"

"Yes, I did."

"What if it turned out to be a trap? What if he got the cops involved? They are hellbent on finding us,"

"Ah, don't worry about it. Getting me in trouble will automatically be hard for Zaviyaar. He wouldn't dare,"

Nathaniel chuckled triumphantly, waving his free hand in the air to shrug them off.

"Still, the cops are on strict investigation. They must have set the curfew. Do you think it's safe?"

Amanda trailed off, not sure about this idea but surely trusted her boss enough.

"What would we do if they were there too?" Zariah asked too timidly, helping Nathaniel wear his mask, earning a suppressed but evil laugh.

"Who says they are not?"

"What..?"

A grimace plastered on her features, putting it on felt like she was leaving Nathaniel only to replace him with some villain.

Her eyebrows twitched, not preferring him being a criminal, coming back to the center of destruction once again.

'What happened to our dreams of living a customary life?'

This question was left hanging like a poisonous string in her heart as they fixed his mask before sitting in the farther corner.

"Who do you think we have been able to track?"

Enunciating darkly, they all gradually stopped at their place and Nathaniel received a call from a higher up who helped him all the way.

"Did you reach, Sir?"

"I surely did. Thanks for your cooperation,"

He hummed assertively and cut the call, taking out the sim and throwing it afar.

"You don't mean?"

"We are here."

They all were astonished when they stopped at the runway where ten men were present.