Baggage Claim

chapter 3 : Hunter

" Excuse me sir but there was a motel right up front"

"Its alright miss. Maxwell, ive got different plans for you. "

 "NO!!!" I let out a muffled yell and sat up panting. Disappointment washed over me as i opened my eyes to see i was on the same cold, hard ,ground i fell asleep on. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and leaned my head against the peeling wall.

Maxwell. Maxwell. why did he call me miss. Maxwell?

My mind was racing, where have i heard that name before? It certainly wasn't my mother's maiden name, hers was Saige ; I should know, i was partly named after her. Not that i ever met her.

Maxwell. Maxwell. Max-

"Hunter she's awake." the girl from earlier yelled interrupting my train of thought

Wait a minute

Hunter.

Hunter Maxwell

oh my god.

shit.

no no no ,  it cant be . he's dead .hunter was killed,  the police executed him. It was on the news. everyone saw it! he's dead.

its just a coincidence, it has to be. some sort of sick prank.

"Good morning sunshine." a raspy voice breathed into my ear 

I turned round and saw the man from earlier sitting next to me , his head facing the abnormally high ceiling ,an everlasting smirk plastered on his face. his adams apple bobbing up and down with every word he spoke. 

He was tall, very tall, even sitting down he towered over me. His face painted with bruises and scars that were beaded with dried blood. everything about him screamed danger, yet no one could deny that his intimidating aura , made him appealing to the eye.

Who am i kidding , he was stunning.

I felt like smacking myself , here i was near death, in god knows where, kidnapped by someone who may or may not be the world's most wanted criminal and all i can think is he's hot.

But God would i be lying if i said he wasn't.

After knocking some sense into myself, I decided it was time to get myself some answers, instead of driving my self crazy with dead-end questions. It was obvious I wasn't getting out anytime soon, Might as well find out what i have gotten myself into.

"W-who are you?" i gulped.

" If i told you, you wouldn't believe me sweetheart." his smirk grew wider, if that was even possible.

"your Hunter Maxwell aren't you ?" i have no idea where that sudden boost of confidence came from , but from the look on his face it was clear he wasn't a fan of it.

His smirk disappeared from his face as he turned to look me in the eyes, his stare burning into my skull like flaming daggers. If looks could kill, id be cut up and fed to the hounds of hell by now.

" Now ,who told you that ?" he broke his stare to glance at the girl who was now standing next to him her face frozen into one of genuine shock.

I was right, it was him. 

Shit. Realization dawned upon me.

If i knew what Hunter Maxwell looked like, and he knew that i knew, i was automatically a liability, i could blow his cover.

I groaned.

There goes my chance at survival.

Oh well, the probability of getting out alive was small to begin with, might as well go down fighting.

maybe i can intimidate him.

" Just a lucky guess." i smirked

His response was not one i hoped for.

His fist smashed through the wall next to my head, i screamed and covered my face , trembling with fear.

so much for intimidating him.

" WHO TOLD YOU" he yelled.

Now i was sobbing

" No one told me !, she called you hunter so-"

Great now i blamed it on the nicest person i met since i got here.

Hunter raised his eyebrow at me,I didn't even believe what i was saying.

" So Arya told you"

Arya. so that's her name.

" No , the man in the taxi called me miss. Maxwell so i just assumed-"

" Wait , what man?"

" The driver, he-"

" There was no man when we found you."

Now he was pissing me off

" Can i please finish my sentence. "

shit. bad move.

" sorry, speak." now he was just mocking me.

i pouted . wow very mature of you Liv.

"I came to London for this job, when i left the terminal a taxi driver offered me a ride all i can remember is him taking a detour and calling me Miss.Maxwell and then i woke up here."

" and your suitcase?" seriously, i just told him i nearly died and all he cares about is my bag.

"its still in the car, i guess" 

"I checked, there was nothing there"

" Well then it must have fell out, you know when i fell off the cliff "

He chuckled

Remember when i called him hot ? i meant annoying as hell.

"Guess ill just have to  go back and search for it ,miss. Olivia Saige Marshall "

huh

" How do you know my name " i frowned.

" You should really look at the name tag on your luggage before claiming it, airport policy  sweetheart ." he winked.

I crossed my arms and muttered "birdshit" as he walked away towards the door.

Arya chuckled and sat next to me

" So all of this because i grabbed the wrong suitcase ?"

" you'd be surprised at the impact mistakes can have at the baggage claim."

i couldn't help but feel like her words had another meaning behind them.

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