British Exchange Agent

Chapter 30

"Par...pardon?"

The man's sentence was interrupted by a confused yawn, his eyes blinking blearily. I let out an irritated huff.

"Listen closely, because I am not going to repeat myself again." I ordered, my voice a threatening hiss. "You need to take me to Arizona on a private jet, of my choice, in twenty-three minutes. Understood?"

He blinked again, shuffling up into a sitting position. The blanket draped over his bed slid down slightly, revealing crisp, silk pyjamas. He rubbed his eye, swallowing.

"Do you have permission from Mr Pérez?" He asked nervously, looking incredibly exposed. I raised an eyebrow, before my eyes narrowed into a glare.

"Who?"

"Mr Pér-"

"Yes, I heard you the first time." I cut him off impatiently. Sigh. "Who is Mr Pérez?" I repeated, my voice strained. He stared at me incredulously.

"You don't know who Mr Pé-"

"Of course I don't flipping know!" I yelled, my voice murderous and my hands flying up in the air. "If I did, do you think I would be standing in your flipping bedroom asking you?!"

He swallowed, edging away from me slightly. His back was met with the wall next to his bed, causing him to stiffen further. I rolled my eyes at his theatrics.

"Santiago Pérez, the boss." The pilot explained to me slowly, as if talking to an incompetent child.

"I'm not thick." I hissed. So, Santiago was the head of the mafia? What did that make Alejandro?

"I never said you were!" The pilot defended himself in alarm, his eyes going comically wide. "Never!"

I let out a non-committal hum, eyeing him closely. Could I trust this man? He visibly squirmed under my penetrating gaze, trying to tug the blanket up higher. I sighed, tightening my ponytail.

Screw it.

"Who is Alejandro in relation to Santiago Pérez?" I enquired. The man blinked. Once. Twice.

"His son?" His declaration came out as a question of disbelief. "How could you no-"

"Shh." I ordered, my hand flying up. I narrowed my eyes, thinking through this.

If Santiago was the head of the Mexican mafia, and Alejandro was his son, that declared Alejandro as next in line. Woah.

"And Hatrov?" I asked cautiously, wondering if I was straying too far on this minefield of information.

"Alejandro's cousin, of course."

"Oh, yes! Of course!" I exclaimed sarcastically. He swallowed again, clutching the edges of his blanket.

"I take it as you were not aware of their status?" The pilot asked nervously, eyeing me as if I was going to bite him. I rolled my eyes. He had worn out my small dose of patience for the day.

"I give up. Be ready in twenty minutes. Your smallest, most inconspicuous private jet."

With those orders, I span around on my heel, stalking out of the bedroom. His concerned questions barely hit my ears as I strode down the hallways and corridors, heading straight for the warehouse's centre.

My heart started to thump as I descended the familiar stairs, the reality of my situation settling in. What I was about to do.

I had been trained to eliminate all competition; all enemies. I had been taught from day one to avoid all other agents. There were no friends in this industry - no allies. No acquaintances. Only contacts and enemies.

Cyrus? He was the enemy.

Except, as my hand reached towards the large door handle, my fingers clasping around the metal, I couldn't help but feel as if I had found a partner in crime. Except, of course, we were preventing crime - and a large scale crime at that.

I took a deep breath, before swinging the doors open and marching in. Four heads whipped towards me, their eyes curious and serious. A tense haze settled in the room, our emotions held taut.

Alejandro, in his familiar, crisp, suit. Cyrus - now donned in jeans and a tight, black t-shirt. Hatrov - probably hiding a few grenades in his suit pockets. And finally Santiago, looking worn out as lines stretched across his face, looking a little lost in his grey suit.

It was a strange site to see - the head of the mafia looking so worn out. The only indication of his rank was the glint of steely determination in his eye, an ever-present reminder of whom I would be conversing with.

I came to a halt, taking a minute to look each one in the eye.

"So, boys. It seems my enemies are now to become my allies. You have twenty minutes to convince me."

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What's up? :D

Another chapter posted! Yay!! I know it's taken a while to reach this point - your patience will be rewarded XD Hopefully you all liked this chapter! It kind of leaves the book on its mysterious edge still - I promise I am getting to the convo between them! XD

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Sneak peak: What will Kayla decide?? Their plan??

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