Undercover

Chapter 5

* POV Alexis *

After a long journey, we finally arrived in LA. I lean Zac's shoulder as we step out of the private plane. ''Thank you,'' I say when we are on the ground. He smiles at me. We step together a black range rover and drive away from the airport. I look outside, a question is burning in my head. What kind of work do you do? He has avoided the question earlier. For a moment I doubt if I should ask, but I decide not to do it. It seems to bother him a lot. Or he's not allowed to say it. That could be a possibility too. I'll find out. After an hour we are finally there. ''There will be people with guns in front of the villa. They are there for your own safety. They do not do anything to you, so you don't have to be afraid." He says. People with guns? What kind of guns? What is going on?

"What do you mean?" I ask simply.

''It's for safety.'' He repeats again. Again he avoids the question a bit. The car begins to slow down. I get out. There are indeed many people with guns in front of the beautiful villa, they are only men. I walk in with Zac. There is just an indoor pool. Everything is beautiful and shiny white. "Could you wait there?" He points to a large living room. While I walk to the living, he walks up the stairs. 

With a sight, I sit down on the gray couch. After a minute a boy comes walking in. He is very similar to Zac, but there is still a big difference. They are probably brothers. He does not say anything and walks past quietly, his icy gaze burns when he looks at me. When I look at him, his gaze softens. From inside I chuckle, so cool from the outside but soft inside. I can hear him opening a tap behind me. "Who are you?" He asks. Zac comes in before I can answer.

''Leave her alone Colin,'' he says. "Come, I will take you to your room." He helps me up and up the stairs. I sit on the bed carefully. Zac is sitting next to me. 

"How is your foot?"

''It hurts, but I will survive it.''

''Come on, I'll put a bandage around it.''

"That's not really necessary."

He looks at me. "Whatever you're going to say, I'm going to help you." He says laughingly.

"You have to know for yourself," I say. He walks away and comes back with a bandage. He carefully raises my sweatpants so that my ankle is now exposed. 

I lie down while he looks at my ankle. When he touches my leg, there is a stimulus throughout my body, his touch is soft and warm. It feels safe. He slowly puts the bandage around my ankle. After a few minutes, he is ready. 

I'm actually sad that is it over, I loved his touch. No, I can't think that way! I do not even know him one day! I sigh, but it feels like I've known him for months.

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