HIGHWAY

10

My eyes went wide with horror. Why did he wanted me dead? I didn't even know who these people were let alone the fact I could be a threat to them. How and why?

"How would I know?" Jon managed to retort without moving a single muscle in my face.

Brett cocked his head to a side and let out a menacing laugh. "You don't right. What I fail to understand is why you are saving her?" his brows furrowed "Who is she to you, Jon?"

Jon seemed unable to think any reply to that question as his expression only grew darker "What I fail to understand is what you have to do with an unknown girl who seem more important to you than the drugs that I delivered. Who is she to you that made you point your gun at me?"

This time, it was the girl who responded, "Jon, you are nobody to ask questions. If she is wanted, she is wanted. You just have to tell where she is?"

"Fuck, Janne. I don't know"

She growled, her hold on her gun tightened and her trigger finger twitched "liar."

"If that's what you think, Janne. Then be it. The world knows the truth who has always been a liar" he smirked.

What was happening? It looked like in the middle of an action scene suddenly two people with history have started their own mini conversation.

"Shut up, Jon." She spat "Where is she?"

"You know for a gangster, your response was too low. Hmm! I give you a 'E' for an effort. " With almost everyone's gun pointed towards him, he dared to smirk even wider with such a statement.

"You.."

Her statement was cut in between by Brett "Fine Jon. We believe you."

"But.."

Brett threw Janne a look which made her quiet in an instant before lowering her gaze. Bloody hell!

"Everybody, guns down"

His eyes turned towards Jon once again as he lowered his gun, an act followed by everyone soon, though a little reluctantly by Janne, except Jon. "We believe you, Jon. You are like my son. I believe you."

Okay.. WHAT??

There was no change in his facial expression and his body kept its pose like a statue with one arm holding the gun pointed straight on his aim, that was, Brett's skull. Until after a moment of silence, he shook his head. "No, I am not. I am here for what's mine. I am my own boss and nobody, understand, nobody can control me."

My eyebrows furrowed. That was exactly what I said to him. My words. Was he stealing my words now?

He threw a look at Janet who was herself boiling with rage. Her knuckles, which held the gun, grew white showing her struggle to stop herself from shooting Jon.

Her eyes turned back towards Brett narrowing a little, "Do I have to repeat, Janne?"

Defeated, she obeyed her boss and lowered her gun slowly, very slowly. 

Without breaking the intense eye contact, Brett half turned to a guy standing behind him and took a bag just to throw it towards Jon. Skilfully, he caught it in the air with his free hand like it weighed nothing.

Taking in the scene, I decided it was best time for me to leave. I heard more than what was required, question started to ponder my head against my skull and immense fear started to erupt beneath my skin.

Whatever my plan was, I just needed to implement it as soon as possible.

Firstly, you didn't want to leave his car and now you want to run away. Are you okay in your head, Di?