Undercover Heiress

Part Forty-Eight: Peter

Chapter Forty-Nine: Catfish and Thirst Trapping

I drove Amelia back to my place and the entire ride home all I could think about was how she solved the issue with Marie.

Whenever I brought it up she was really short with me and I didn't want to push her into speaking about something that involved people getting killed.

Even though I couldn't read her mind, I knew what she was probably thinking.

As soon as she opened the back door and headed into the kitchen, I tried to catch her wrist and pull her aside to talk but she was too quick.

She must have a seventh sense because it was like she knew I was reaching for her and she yanked her arm forward and ran right up the stairs to her room.

I sighed loudly, dropping my head forward as my arm fell to my side.

"What was that about?" My mom's voice asked.

I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling a deep breath before looking up at her.

My mom's hair was curled and she had her makeup done, while her hands held a white coffee mug and she leaned against the island.

I pulled one of the seats out before sitting in it and resting my chin in my hands and staring at her.

"Shit went down at school today, so we ditched to meet up and discuss how we can get out of this situation, and then Amelia confesses her feelings to me, but I didn't think she was serious and now she's not talking to me" I explained.

My mom's eyes widened in shock, and she pursued her lips thinking of what to say back to me.

"Maybe you should give her space?" she suggests.

why would I give her space during a time like this? she could die at any moment and my mom recommended space?

"Mom, you don't know what happened at school though..." I trailed.

She furrowed her brows and took a sip of her drink, before asking what I meant.

I ran a hand through my hair and then opening my mouth to speak.

What would her reaction be like? I thought.

Would she threaten to send her back again? or maybe she would actually help...

"A girl from school basically admitted to being apart of the assassin group and told amelia that they had been watching us since she came to town," I told her.

My mom gasped, setting her mug down and folding her hands still leaning against the counter.

I clenched my fists silently praying her reaction would be tolerable.

"well um both of you should leave town and take her family's private jet... like tonight," she said, partially covering her mouth with the tips of her fingers.

I blinked at her, "Mom did you just ignore the part about us being watched? We could get shot just leaving the house,"

She squeezed her eyes shut before letting out a frustrated sigh, "I don't know what to say, Peter, I mean she has been a target since birth and the whole reason for her getting sent here in the first place wad so she wasn't in the eyes of the public to be a target!"

I groaned leaning back in the chair when I heard a break upstairs, instantly knowing amelia has been eavesdropping.

It was like my body just knew when she was around, that and the fact that none else was home.