British Exchange Agent

Chapter 28

I felt a furious tear slip down my cheek as my gaze scorched their faces - whipping back and forth frantically. My breathing was heavy as my clammy finger struggled with the gun.

"Kayla."

"How could you?!" I shouted. Even as the words left my lips, I knew they were ridiculous. These were agents. We had no emotion.

They trained that out of us from day one.

"Kayla."

"Were you always going to kill me?!"

"Kayla, drop the gun."

I grasped it tighter, the tears now streaming down my face. My cheeks burnt with mortification, but by this point I had reached a new level of hysteria.

"I'm so stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I yelled to myself. I was an idiot. I had trained for this. I was born for this. Why was I failing so miserably?

"Kayla, give me the gun."

My eyes finally snapped in Cyrus's direction, my heart pounding.

"What?!" I barked, glaring at him with a ferocity I didn't think was possible. His eyes were a dark grey, with the pattern of a swirling hurricane.

"Give me the-"

"Oh for goodness sake!" I snapped. I flicked on the gun's safety and hurled it to the floor, causing it to crash down with a sharp, piercing cry. Jax quickly leapt towards it, grabbing the weapon and stashing it in his pocket.

"Happy now?" I asked the world in general, my tone bitingly sarcastic. "Gosh, you're just like Trey!"

The latter was more of a mutter than a statement, but Cyrus's ears honed in immediately. His jaw clenched, causing the sharp angle to become more defined.

"Trey?" He repeated, spitting the name out like a disease. I wiped away the bitter tears with a swipe of my hand, as if I could demolish any regret.

"Why are you here?" I demanded. All manners and self-control flew out the window as I glared back into his stormy black eyes. His muscles were tense as emotion radiated off them in waves.

"Who. Is. Trey?" He asked through gritted teeth. I let out an irritated sigh.

"I asked you a question!" My wild eyes narrowed as he clenched his fists. The men around us shifted uneasily, watching the exchange. I glanced at Jax to see him staring at me in shock, eyes wide. All guns had been lowered, making my gaze shift back to Cyrus.

He had lost his signature grey t-shirt, opting for a crisp, black suit. The sleeves were rolled up slightly to reveal his muscled arms and wrists. I cleared my throat, dragging my eyes away from them and back to his eyes.

They were pools of inky-black, furious and anxious at the same time. The only other indicator of his concern were his trembling fingers. I swallowed, taking a step back.

"Why am I here? Are you planning to kill me?" I asked, my voice echoing in the stiff warehouse. Cyrus's eyes widened as the words left my mouth, and I let out a scoff. "Try and see what happens."

He relaxed slightly, his jaw still clenched, and Cyrus's lips twitched.

"No-one is dying. Who is Trey?" He asked more calmly, his voice coming out strained. His fists hung by his side, shaking slightly.

I deliberated for a second, before internally sighing. They knew too much already.

"My brother. What do you want from me?" I replied, my voice hoarse and shaky. I scolded myself for sounding so pathetic. Who would make a business deal with an emotional wreck?