Getaway Car

3-sugar and blood

Alistair's POV

My eyes glazed over her body. She passed out a while ago, and to avoid the pestering curiosities of the others, I put her in my bedroom for the time-being and let her rest.

A hollow sound rang through the air.

"Come in."

I recognized Hector's broad frame even in the dim lighting. What did he want now?

He motioned for me to follow him into the main room, and I quickly looked back at Aiya as I reluctantly followed.

"You know, I was in love once."

I didn't say anything.

"That's the only reason she and you ain't dead yet." He smiled a little and slipped his hands into his pockets.

I still didn't say anything.

"You know, I didn't pin you for the type of person to be in a relationship. You must really love her then. It'd be a shame if anything happened to her." A tint of evil flashed in his eyes.

"We made a deal. As long as I kept working for you, and she was in the group, you wouldn't hurt her."

"I never said I was going to." He said defensively. "I hope you trained her well. Her first job is tomorrow, in the bank heist. Don't worry, we'll review everything in the morning."

I was surprised he was trusting me and her so much; he barely knew of her skill yet he was already assigning her to heists and robberies?

I simply nodded as he dismissed me back to my room.

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Aiyana's POV

I woke up nestled in between Alistair's arms.

His warm breath trickled down my neck as I felt his chest rise up and down with each breath. I slowly wriggled out of his arms and sat on the edge of my bed.

As if on cue, the man whose name I learned was Hector opened the door and beckoned for me to come out. I quickly glanced down. I was still in my clothes from yesterday.

Once we were in the main room, he took a chair and looked at me to follow.

"I don't think we were given the chance to properly meet, but I've heard a lot about you.
From Alistair and from my... other sources." His voice was dark and husky; almost seducing, but then I remembered he was probably 50 and wanted me dead.

"What's your name?"

"Aiyana. Brantley." I said hesitantly.

"No, I know that, but what's your name?" He raised his eyebrows at me.

I remembered what Alistair told me, about what I assumed were the other girls' code names and their real names.

You aren't supposed to be here, sugar.

"Sugar."

"Sugar. Huh. Sweet. Just like you." He chuckled. I tried to hide back my disgust.

He slid a double-action revolver across the long, wooden table. My eyes trailed from his apprehensive face to the gun.

"Shoot."

I picked up the gun in compliance and cocked the hammer. "At where?" I was secretly boiling with anxiety, but tried my best to keep it under control. One wrong move and who knows what will happen to me. Or Alistair.

"Anywhere." He folded his hands together and looked at me with impatience. I aimed the gun at the small window in the room and fired. My arm rocked backwards and I stumbled on my feet. I hadn't shot a gun in a while.