Mr. Ruthless

Chapter 15

Zander's POV

The sound of guns rattling against each other in one of the bags was the only sound that echoed through the car. It was as if no one dared to talk, no one dared to cut the tension. I wanted to mention it but decided not to since I didn't mind the silence for once. I closed my eyes.

"You look tired." Bjorn commented. I was tired, I hadn't slept since my last nightmare about the fire 3 nights ago. I shrugged. Bjorn turned his gaze towards me.

"I'm serious Zander, you don't look good." I rolled my eyes.
"Keep your eyes on the road." I muttered. Bjorn shook his head, clearly he wasn't finished nagging about this.

"No." Bjorn stopped the car, causing all of us to fly forward. I turned to him with a glare.

"Bjo-"

"No Zander, I'm sick and tired of your shit." He pulled the keys from the ignition and stepped out of the car. The 3 men in the back were all staring at me with confusion but quickly pretended to be busy.

I ran a hand through my hair and exited the car with a deep sigh.

"What the hell is your problem." I stormed towards Bjorn and shoved him causing him to stumble backwards.

"Well?" I pressed. I glared, I had no idea what his deal was, why he suddenly felt like stopping in the middle of the road to what...? Give me a speech? Give me a rant about how tired I look?

"What the fuck is your problem Bjorn!" I repeated, he glared and took a step towards me.

"Look at yourself" he stated calmly. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What?"

"I'm seriously Zander, look at yourself!" this time he shoved me in the chest causing me to step back to regain my balance.

"You're a mess!" I narrowed my eyes at him in anger. I was fine.

"I'm f-"
"No, you're not. I haven't seen you eat anything in the last 3 days. You're body language clearly tells me you aren't sleeping and don't get me started on that god damn temper of yours."

I shook my head in dispute. "There's nothing wrong with me! I'm fine"

"Zander come on man, you can't live on coffee forever. You might be a big guy but you can barely handle a shove or stand on your feet." Bjorn stated. I rolled my eyes, he was exaggerating things.

"Stop being ridiculous and get in the god damn car Bjorn."
"No, you need to realize that you can't keep up like this. Others may not notice but I do."

"For God's sake Bjorn don't do this now." I gritted my teeth in anger. I wasn't in the mood for this.

"We're not done talking about this." He fished the keys from his pocket and got back in the car. I rubbed my hand across my chin, stubble scraping the palm of my hand as I thought, why did he always have to notice everything. I made my way back to the car and got in. Luckily no one made a comment after that, they knew better.

I gave Bjorn a nod, telling him I was fine for now. We have a job to finish.

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Eleanor's POV

After Stacey had woken me up and informed me of our attempt at escape she left the room again, telling me she had some things to take care off. I had no idea what she was talking about, what if they see her roaming around the house. I'm sure there are guards here somewhere.

I hid myself behind the door when I heard footsteps approaching in the hallway. Was it Stacey? Were they guards? Did they find her? My heartrate sped up as I heard another bang coming from the room beside me. Oh god.