British Exchange Agent

Chapter 11

He straightened up and raised his chin, gesturing behind him with a flick of the hand. Hatrov's clones smirked as my expression flashed with panic.

I glanced towards the guys, who seemed oblivious to his presence. Hatrov took a menacing step forward, just a few metres away from me.

My hand tugged frantically at the door handle behind me, and I tried to keep my breathing steady as Hatrov was handed a silver handgun.

I slid around to the other side of the car as Hatrov raised it, eyes set on mine, and flicked the safety off.

Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz.

He held out his hand, sighing, watching me.

"Yes?"

I let out a woosh of air as the person on the phone replied, and Hatrov handed back the gun.

"What?" He spat, anger rattling in his voice. He morphed into rapid, furious Spanish, illuminating his Mexican features.

I hurried over to Aaron and grabbed the car keys from his jeans, taking them by surprise. I shot them a hurried smile as I unlocked the car and hopped in the drivers seat.

"Time to go!"

I struggled to conceal the panic in my voice as they frowned at me in confusion.

"What?" Sam asked stupidly.

"Just get in the freaking. Car." I hissed through gritted teeth, feeling my irritation rising. I tried to keep my temper in check as they just stared at me idiotically.

"Get in the car!" I shouted, exasperated. My eyes dashed towards Hatrov, who was handing the phone back to clone one.

Stay calm.

I took in a deep breath as the guys squeezed into the car, somehow managing to fit four people in the back. My fingernails dug into my skin on the steering wheel as the door closed, and I ripped the handbrake up and slammed my foot on the pedal.

The tires squealed under my anger and the car shot backwards. I tore out of the carpark just as Hatrov raised his gun. Aaron - who sat at the front next to me - collided with the door as I tore around the corner, lurching the car onwards.

He turned to me with wide eyes.

"What's up with you?" He asked, looking scandalised. I kept my eyes fixed on the road as I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Sorry - I have a bit of a temper. I'm working on it."

"A bit? Girl you were out for the kill!" Jax exclaimed.

"You went all headteacher on us." Leon accused. I chewed on my lip.

"Sorry." I murmured.

"Mmhmm." Marcus hummed suspiciously.

I felt eyes on me, and I dared to sneak a glance at Aaron. He was looking at me attentively. Curiously.

"Okay."

His simple reply made me blink.

"Okay?"