British Exchange Agent

Chapter 37

As I have been late with the recent update, I've decided to write and upload two chapters for you all, instead of one :) Hope you enjoy it and sorry for the wait!

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"What would Dereck want all that money for?"

"We don't know. He's obviously going to be using it for something big. Buying his way in - or out - of something? Leverage maybe? Information? Control?" Santiago guessed, shaking his head.

"It just doesn't make sense." I frowned. "Surely with all-"

The door suddenly burst open, a panting figure leaping inside. We were back in Mexico - but this time, we were safe in Santiago's headquarters.

Santiago, Alejandro, Cyrus, Jax, Hatrov and I were all in a large meeting room, sat around a huge, glass table. It was so large it could sit thirty people easily, stretching into the room.

The man at the door was breathing heavily, his suit crinkled and ripped in places, blood dripping from his bruised nose.

"My apologies, Sir, but there's a crazy man at the front. He's demanding to be let in." The guard panted, his eyes wild and panicked. Wimp.

"Identity?" Santiago demanded, his eyes icy. The guard was obviously stepping out of line - interrupting an important meeting without permission.

"We don't know. I ha-"

"WHERE IS SHE?!" A voice roared from inside the house, followed by a large crash. The guard's face paled, accentuating his bruises.

Everyone in the room sprang up from their chairs, postures rigid and guns out. I flicked the safety off of my gun and pointed it at the door, my heartbeat sky-rocketing.

"You let him past security?" Alejandro hissed murderously, his hazel eyes sharp and cutting. The guard withered under his glare.

"We tried to keep him off - restraining him." The man rushed. "He's obviously trained - he's taken down three men already."

Another crash resounded in the house, followed by groans of pain.

"TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!" The voice boomed. The grip on my gun faltered slightly. I knew that voice. I recognised that voice.

"They must be after Kayla. Get behind me." Cyrus ordered, his black eyes murderous. I ignored him, lowering my gun and flicking off the safety. The men eyed me incredulously as the footsteps neared.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hatrov hissed, looking at me like I was crazy. I shook my head, pushing Cyrus away.

"GET OFF!" The man shouted, now only meters away from our door. The cracking sound of bones made me wince, followed by a bang of a body against the wall.

The door crashed open, revealing the man behind the chaos. His eyes were wild. His knuckles were bleeding. His face was bruised. Determined.

"Stand down!" Santiago ordered, every single gun pointed at him. The only person I had ever been able to count on.

His eyes were angry and defeated at the same time. Desperation laced his features. His eyes scanned the room frantically, before they lit up.

"Kayla!"

I stood, frozen in shock, as he marched his way toward me, before three guards charged into the room. They struggled to restrain him as he grew angrier, dishing out punches so brutal they made me wince. He had them all down in seconds, and that was when I finally found my voice again.

"Trey!" I choked out, and all eyes whipped to me. "Trey!"

I shoved Cyrus out of the way - he had tried to block me from Trey again - and rushed towards my crazy, feral brother. I leapt into his arms, my whole body shaking in relief. He was okay. He was still alive.

I never knew if he would survive his missions.

"Trey." I repeated, my voice hoarse. His arms wrapped around me, his heart pounding.

"I'm right here Kay. I'm right here." He choked out, hugging me with all his might. I could feel the eyes of every man in the room on us, confused. After a minute, he released me, and my feet hit the ground again.

His eyes scanned my face, before they grew dark. Murderous. Trey took a step back, eyeing my scars. Bruises. The blood painted on my skin. The dirt splattered on my clothes.

We hadn't had time to change or wash yet - travelling straight from the helicopter to the meeting room.

"I am going to kill you all."

The words were spoken with a shaking fury. Menacing. Slicing through the tense air like a knife. His hands shook with anger as he noted Cyrus's shirt.

That was the last straw.

Trey's eyes flashed as they darted to Cyrus - still without a shirt. He gently moved me out of the way and marched towards him with clear intent.

"Weapons down." Cyrus ordered, his eyes fixed on Trey's as he dismantled his gun and chucked it on the floor in seconds.

My eyes widened as Trey's large hand gripped onto Cyrus's neck, slamming him against the wall. His muscular arm arched back as he smashed his fist into Cyrus's jaw.

I internally sighed. Of all features, he chose to ruin the jawline?

The other men in the room watched limply, their faces incredulous as they watched Cyrus take each hit without a fight. My eyes snapped back to Trey.

"Stop." I ordered. He delivered another bone-crunching punch. "I said stop!" I commanded, my voice full of authority.

My brother's fist froze midair, his whole body shaking with rage. Cyrus's smashed-up face tilted towards me, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Get off him." I demanded, and Trey shook his head, before taking a deep breath and releasing Cyrus's throat. He glanced back at him, glaring.

"If it wasn't for her, you'd be dead." He hissed, before stepping away and taking a seat, head in his hands. Cyrus stumbled away from the wall, his hand reaching up to feel his bruised neck. I cleared my throat.

Brothers.

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Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I wanted to give you two for waiting so patiently :)

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