PRISONERS

Chapter 41

• Chapter 41 •

“We must cancel the plan!” Bon said angrily, holding up his cup of tea in both hands as he leaned against the wall, wearing a loose white shirt and red skinny jeans.

“Everything will be fine.” Harry grumbled lowly, checking out something on his phone, dressed in a casual black turtle neck and black jeans.

“The cops are everywhere, there's no chance we'll escape without getting caught.” Elijah confronted lowly, pacing back and forth I'm front of us with his hands entwined behind his back, dressed in a plain white shirt and black pants that fitted perfectly his fit body.

He has been ignoring me the whole day since we got up for breakfast. He barely looks at me, he never responds to anything I say, how much refer anything to me. He doesn't deserve you. His words kept replaying in my head the whole night as I slept next to Harry. I felt incredibly relaxed and complete next to Harry, but for some reason, seeing Elijah so broken and hearing him say those words only had me wondering if I'm being delusional with Harry’s psychotic behavior.

But if that's so, how does it feel so right?

“We'll be fine.” Harry murmured.

“Harry, we barely escaped last time, don't risk it again in such a short period of time, the cops will eventually be prepared that night for our arrival.” Elijah reasoned, stopping in his tracks to look at Harry angrily.

“How many times do I have to remind you all who is the fucking boss in here?" Harry growled, raising his cold gaze up to Elijah’s face.

“Whenever you don't listen, you almost get killed.” Elijah clarified.

“I don't want cowards beside me.” Harry shook his head, holding Elijah’s gaze before dropping it back to his phone. “The plan goes on normally, end of discussion.”

Bon rolled his eyes and took a sip of his tea while Elijah kept staring at Harry with furious eyes. I noticed Elijah’s fists curling up before he stormed out of the living room. An urgent feeling to run after him occurred me, but I fought against it. The last thing I need is for Harry to start having more suspicions.

“I don't wanna take anyone's  side, but he has every right to punch you in the face.” Bon said casually.

Harry chuckled, “He'll lose his hand before he even touches me.”

I sighed out loudly, “We could just leave the states and go live somewhere else, this is stupid.” I grumbled, crossing my ankles on the couch as I leaned against the armrest.

“We won't have the chance to get on the plane, the cops will figure us out.” Harry argued lowly, not looking at me.

“Oh and if we get the disguises on and go kill presidents we won't get figured out!” Bon exclaimed, raising his hand in the air. “You're only looking at the benefits whenever you want to, Harry.”

“We can do this.”

“If you two end up in jail, don't you dare come to me for help!” Bon spat, walking towards the door. “Neither call Elijah.” he added before he disappeared into the hallway.

I looked over at Harry, who seemed completely unbothered, scrolling down his phone casually with concentrated eyes. “Your partners love working with you.” I said sarcastically.