DANGEROUS

Chapter 13

Genevieve

The next day, I had waited for the time to fly by as Livy, Gunter, and I occasionally talked on the phone. I made sure to mention every detail of my fake reasons and checked on Justin again.

He was at that time listening to our conversation with his very own hacker, named Zach Jennings.

I looked up at the time and a bit more hours before meeting with him.

I grabbed my phone, clicking on messages that I didn't bother to read from Justin.

My phone began to ring; I opened my laptop to see Justin standing on his window, looking outside and his phone on his ear.

I picked up, "Hart."

"Eliza. Where are you?" He asks, I shook my head, "Why should I tell you? Maybe you already know that. I have friends right?" I lay down on the bed.

"Eliza. You can't just leave all of the sudden, what if you'll get kidnapped or something?" His voice was calm and gentle. I smiled light but took it off, "You aren't my dad, and certainly am not my boyfriend or something. Don't act like you care." I hung up.

I looked at the laptop to see him sit down on his desk with his hands running up his hair. I sighed, Justin, what are you doing to me?

A few hours have passed and it was time to meet up with Fred. I made sure my mask was good and clean before changing into my outfit for tonight.

I went outside, still feeling warm as my coat covered me from the cold. I called a cab, telling him the bar that I used to go to every night in Russia.

I hopped in and stared outside, feeling eyes on me. But I ignored it and played it cool.

Fred called a moment ago, telling me he was on his way. As I turned off my phone, I sighed.

Justin has been calling non-stop. Good thing I had this blocked from them tracking me, I mean, they can track me whenever I go but I finally go it blocked.

The car stopped and I got out, seeing the familiar bar. I bit my lip before entering.

I made my way inside and saw only at least twenty people inside. I soon spotted Fred's familiar Afro hair.

I made my way towards him and sat down. "Whoa. Look at you. Big and strong now." He said with a smile, "It's good to see you again Fred." I said with my fake accent.

"Ha! Nice accent." I glared at him. "Well? Did you get it?" I whispered. He nodded with a grin before taking something in his pocket.

He was about to hand it until I hear a shot. I gasped when his hand splattered with blood.

Fred screamed, "Oh god!" I screamed, I looked around in anger to search for the shooter, I saw people screaming until one man had caught my attention.

Sam, the one I meet from Starbucks, pointed a gun at us, smirking. I grabbed a groaning Fredrick.

I quickly ducked us down, grabbing the flash drive as we crawled away from them.

I hear guns ringing around the bar with screams outside.

I pushed Fred behind the counter and took deep breaths. "Fuck. I should've brought a gun with me." I whispered beside Fred while glasses broke when bullets hit the bottles.

I went to tend Fred's wound but he stopped me, "No. Go." He said.

I shook my head before another shot rang out. "No, I won't. I need to get you out."

I grabbed him and started crawling at the back door. Shooting was still heard around the bar.

I got out and found a car there. I opened it, "This is mine." Fred groaned. I shoved him in and pushed the auto button. I typed on a place somewhere secret so he won't get caught. I looked back and saw men running towards us. I shoved the bag where the laptop was in. "Put it in." I said before closing the door as the car drives off.

I felt something hit my head and I blacked out.

I mentally snorted; I was planning on taking a nap anyway.

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Groaning. I woke up feeling cold and dirty. My mouth tasted like metal as blood oozed out. I winced when I tried moving but felt sore.

I flattered open my eyes and saw that I was somewhere dark, my arms were tied up on a chain as I hang down. I croaked out, trying to say something, then finally realized my mouth was gagged with a cloth.

"Finally. You're awake." Oh shit.