PRISONERS

Chapter 31

• Chapter 31 •

When we got back home, Elijah, Harry and I went to the back yard and sat down to make up the plan. The yard was beautiful, decorated with flowers and palm trees, a pool and tanning beds.

Harry was calm, yet skeptical, while Elijah was fuming over Harry's behavior and wouldn't stop talking about it. My chest was closing in on me every time I thought back to my step brother's worried look. He just be scared of what could Harry do to me.

I sat down on the white, slouchy chair across from Harry, who sat lazily on the couch. Elijah paced back and forth with his hands moving in the air each time he spoke. He was starting to bother me, but I have to admit that he is right when he says that Harry shouldn't have killed that guy.

"You should've at least given her to them!" Elijah claimed angrily, pointing at me.

"Not until he does his part." Harry argued lowly, reading something on his phone casually, his hand rubbing his jaw in thought.

"They can't be trusted now, you killed one of their guys-,"

"You're too stressed Elijah, should I order some whiskey or something?" Harry groaned, looking up at Elijah with a bored expression.

"You're too relaxed!" Elijah hissed, stopping in his tracks and glaring at Harry.

"Go upstairs, fuck some girl, any you want, have a shower, drink some alcohol and let me think." Harry instructed, moving his hand casually.

"This is not what I need-,"

"Go."

The way Harry looked at Elijah told me everything. His face was blank, his eyes were cold, his brows were relaxed but this was enough. I suddenly got turned on by this behavior. This is something that I like on him, so much. He can just stand there, look at the person across from him with such an empty, blank, intimidating expression, that causes the other person to understand a lot.

"You won't send any order until I approve." Elijah spat out angrily, throwing a cold glance towards me before walking away.

I pursed my lips and gave Harry a blank look. "He loves me."

"Undoubtedly." he chuckled, placing his phone on the coffee table in front of us.

The soft wind blew nicely around us, making his hair dance around his face in such a wonderful way. I took in every small detail of his face as he stared down at some papers that showed up the architecture of the building we are going to rob. His brows scrunched in a skeptical frown, lips slightly parted, cheeks dropping down due to his ducked head, eyes noticing every little detail on the papers. I could stare at him for hours.

"Do you know Crow?" he asked me slowly, not meeting my eye.

The question instantly got alarms ringing in my ears. My stomach churned uncomfortably, the anxiety sending chills over my body. I kept my face blank, hiding my emotions from him in case he steals a glance at me to catch me off guard. He can't know.

"No, he seems pretty irritable though."

Pretty pretty pretty.

My lips slightly twitched at the memory of Kayn calling me that for the first time.

"He got very interested in you at the end, which is very strange because he didn't even look at you properly." he raised his eyes to meet mine, noting my reaction.