Folk Games

Chapter 9: Puppy dog or mongrel.

Quiet.

It’s been a few days since the trap and it has been unusually calm.

On a beautiful sunny day, I unfortunately, found myself on edge. The ace has been keeping a close eye on me, however, that’s not what’s been bugging me, rather it was the silver sports car that has been tailing my ass ever since I left the apartment this morning.

It kept its distance, and while I did try to lose it, it still manages to find me regardless of what route I took.

No more running.

I slowed my pace and glared at the unseen driver. Whoever it was, must have noticed my expression because not a minute later, it daringly pulled up next to me.

The driver rolled down the window and leaned over to open the door.

“You do know that a drive-by shooting means, you shoot and not stop on the side of the road like some pervert trying to lure me into your car with some candy, right?”

“Get in.”

“Nope, sorry, stranger danger.” The Scottish Terrier sighed at my difficulty.

“Get in.” I raised my brow at his commanding tone.

“Please,” he painfully added while I considered the situation. If he plans to kill me, he wouldn’t have asked nicely…I think?

I cautiously examined the situation I was in, there was a high possibility of linking me to him, three security cameras and too many curious eyewitnesses.

I shouldn’t do it, it was extremely risky, even so, I still got into that stupid car.

“So where are you taking me?” He didn’t answer. The pressure loomed heavily over my head.

“Your boss's place is the other way,” I pointed out. “I am not taking you to him.”

His knuckles were white, I was almost concern he might rip the stirring wheel off.

“So he ordered you to take out the trash?” Strange, I had anticipated that Vincent would have wanted to see me first before putting a bullet between my eyes.

“I…I didn’t tell him about you.” His expression was withdrawn, yet his tone told me that he was nervous.

Why. I wanted to ask but instead bit my tongue to suppress the urge.

“You didn’t tell them about me either.” It wasn’t a question as his eyes drifted from the road and met mine for a second. “What makes you so sure I didn’t notify them?”

“Because I'm still alive.” I looked away, knowing fully well that he was right, and the consequences of my action or lack of it.

It was treason.

“Why?” He asked that one question I kept to myself.

I don’t know. I really didn’t have a fucking clue as to why, so all I could do was press a finger to my lips with a secretive smile.

I was sure he didn’t buy my act.

It was a long drive, and him stealing glances at me, made me very uncomfortable, it was like a forced first date with an unwanted prom partner.

“Do you like apple pie?” I slowly turned to send him an incredulous look, he appeared almost embarrassed.

“You drive me, an hour and forty-three minutes out of the city, so you can ask me if I like apple pie?” I also calculated the speed that we were traveling on and the turns he took, I still had no idea where we were going.