British Exchange Agent

Chapter 39

Numb. I felt numb. The sensation overwhelmed me. My head felt like lead. I let out a low groan, stretching my neck back slightly.

I was lying down on a cold, stone floor. My eyes fluttered open and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I was met with complete darkness. Pure black.

Slowly tugging myself up, I winced as the pounding in my head increased. I went to stumble up when something stopped me. Something ominously cold.

Chains.

Chains were attached to my wrists and ankles, pinning me in place. They were strong. Thick. Pure silver. I swallowed, my eyes drifting over my surroundings. I couldn't see anything. It was dark.

So dark.

I frowned. Where on earth was I?

It was cold. It seemed like all my body heat was being sucked into the ground - into the unforgiving metal chains. I shivered, drawing my legs closer to me; as best as I could.

I stayed in this position for the next hour, or however long it was. It felt like days.

Until a crack of light appeared.

***

Trey's P.O.V.

"What do you mean he's not your father?" I asked him incredulously, my face screwed up. My muscles relaxed as he broke eye contact and sunk to the nearest chair, running a hand through his hair. I rolled my eyes.

I didn't have time for dramatics.

"Just answer the question!" I demanded, exasperated at that point. What was wrong with these idiots?

"He's not really my father, okay?" Cyrus suddenly snapped, slamming his hands down on the table and glaring at me.

"Slow down a sec." I frowned. "Who on earth is he then? Why are you even part of this?"

These people were definitely insane.

"I'm his adopted son. My mother cheated on him with this random guy in America. I don't even know my real father. Dereck took me in when I was two or three - I can't remember now - because she wasn't coping with her responsibilities." Cyrus scoffed bitterly.

My eyes widened.

"Woah, man...that's...that's rough." I muttered, taking a step back. The whole family was messed up. Wait a second... I narrowed my eyes.

"Are you screwing over my sister then?" I demanded. I mean, he couldn't betray his adopted father, could he?

"No." Cyrus responded immediately, looking me straight in the eye. "I'm screwing over Dereck, not Kayla."

I scanned his facial expressions, searching for answers. He wasn't lying. I guess he could betray his father. "Looks like someone's getting stabbed in the back then." I muttered, my eyebrows raised as I glanced around. The guard was still hovering in the doorway, watching our interaction with wide eyes.

Santiago seemed to cotton on to my thoughts, sending a sharp glare to him.

"Get out." He commanded, and the guard trailed out. Probably jealous of all the juicy information he would miss out on.

"I'm not stabbing him in the back." Cyrus said slowly, his eyes narrowed.

"Well then what are you doing man? Seems like you're screwing everyone over."

"He only adopted me so I could take over the company one day." He growled, scraping his chair back and beginning to pace again. "He never cared about me. He doesn't care about me. I was just a business investment."

"Right." I said dubiously, eyeing the lot of them. I was here for Kayla, despite what they might've thought. I didn't care about anyone but her.

Only Kayla.

"Well of course you wouldn't understand," Cyrus scoffed. "You probably come from a perfect family, where your parents always loved you, and you always achieve-"

"My parents are dead." I cut him off bluntly, my face void of emotion. My voice expressionless.

Everyone else in the room shifted awkwardly, watching the interaction without comment. My jaw clenched.

"So yeah. I guess you could say I come from a perfect family. My life's great." I exclaimed sarcastically. He swallowed.

"I'm sorry, Trey...I didn't know that."

"Of course you didn't - because you haven't been stalking Kayla for the past year."

He shook his head slowly, his eyes drifting down.

"I only gained information on her as an agent. Nothing..." Cyrus cleared his throat. "Nothing personal."

"Right." I scoffed.

"I knew about your parents." Hatrov suddenly spoke up, his expression serious. Everyone's head whipped in his direction.

"Wait, what?" Alejandro blurted out. Hatrov glanced around the array of curious faces, before sighing.

"Well feel free to take your merry time then. We have all flipping day." I snapped.

"I helped kill your parents."

It was like someone had shattered glass. The room was silent for a moment. Tense. Shocked.

"Well, isn't that just the cherry on the cake." I scoffed, breaking the silence. "Murder mysteries don't hold anything on us - all the action is right on my doorstep! How fortunate!" I exclaimed, my voice border-hysterical.

"Now," I ground out, my expression turning dark. "Explain why I shouldn't murder you."

In the fraction of a second I had whipped out my gun and aimed it right at Hatrov's big head.

How convenient for me. His ego would provide a perfectly sized target.

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