PRISONERS

Chapter 30

• Chapter 30 •

"About time." Elijah retorted angrily, leaning against the front door with his hands in his brown jacket's pockets as I walked down the stairs. He was dressed in a black sweater and black jeans with white sneakers, his short brown hair pushed back.

"Didn't wanna see your face but anyway," I shot back, sending him a pointy, cold look.

He scoffed and opened the front door, giving me an annoyed glance before walking through it. I rolled my eyes and followed after him outside, my stomach churning anxiously at the four SUVs and bodyguards waiting for us. Harry was leaning against the side of a black SUV, smoking a cigarette and nodding to something his bodyguard told him. He didn't look at us until we approached him, his face not showing any emotion at all.

"Finally." He grumbled, blazing eyes pointed at me.

I shrugged, "Just wanted to be perfect for your plan." I snapped lowly, returning his blank stare.

His eyes darkened in anger before he roughly yanked open the car door, "Get in." he demanded with a growl.

I huffed and jumped in the comfortable car. Harry followed pursuit, his thigh bumping against mine, so I moved further away from him and closer to the tinted window on my right. Just as Elijah was about to jump in, Harry raised his hand.

"Behind us." he said dryly, reaching for the door handle.

Elijah furrowed his brows, "Wait-,"

"Now." Harry growled and closed the door loudly, causing Elijah to purse his lips in frustration and head over to the SUV behind us.

I noticed that no bodyguard joined us and the front side of the car was covered from our view. He instantly started driving, bringing the car on the road.

"Why not let him in?" I asked, curious as to why he ignores him like that.

"You piss me the fuck off so much." He hissed, twisting in his seat and facing me completely, green eyes flared up.

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling small in the car. The intimidating posture of his only added to the intensity tightening the air around us. I raised my chin, not backing up in front of him. If he can get dangerous, I can get, too.

"I didn't do anything to piss you off - you're just bipolar as fuck." I scolded.

He cocked a brow, his hand landing on my thigh, squeezing. "Careful." he warned in a throaty whisper that sent chills all over my skin.

I didn't back down. "Or what?"

"Or I'll make you wish you never lost me as your partner."

I scoffed and yanked his hand off my thigh, causing his face to switch into a scowl. "Keep your threats for Elijah." I leaned closer to his gorgeous face, resisting the urge to kiss his plump lips. "I'm not biting it." I whispered, smirking.

He smirked back, showing how much he actually loves to have me talk to him like that. He acts all tough and weird, but I know when a man approves a woman. He likes this argument, he's enjoying it.

"You only have me." he threw that card on the table, watching my face closely.

I shook my head gently, never breaking eye contact. "I don't need anyone, just myself."

"You'll die without me." he insisted, adding pressure to his tone.

"I've been dead a long time now, Harry."

His eyes widened slightly at my words. I pulled away and looked forward, adjusting my jacket. If he thinks I'm afraid of death he is so wrong. I obviously have nothing to lose, so he can't go around and threaten me. Even if he kills me, he sets me free. He can never win.