Cartels

chapter 8―airport

❝ one way or another, i'm gonna find ya ❞

-blondie

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"Come on, come on. Pick up!" I yell at my phone as I pace around the little bathroom. I'm surprised that I can even hold my phone properly despite the fact that my heart rate picked up along with the tremble of my fingers. My phone rings a few times before a soft click is heard from the line.

"Chanel?" a soft voice answers from the other end.

"Cass! Bring all of our stuff to the bathroom, like RIGHT NOW!" I frantically shout while I eye the window. The men are grouped together, creating a small crowd, most likely discussing how they're going to kidnap us. Within a minute the bathroom door swings open to reveal a very flustered Cass.

"What happened? Why are you in a hurry?" she questioned as I took my bag from her hands.

"We need to get out of here! Big, scary men are out front probably thinking of ways to kidnap us! You deleted our personal information, right?" I said as I lowered my voice, whilst gesturing to the tiny glass-covered hole in the wall.

"Yeah...How do you know they're here for us?" Cass countered.

"I don't know. Maybe we should sit down and let them beat us to death to find out!" I shouted in a hushed tone.

"Fine, let's go!" she barked as she took my arm and led us through the small hallway, revealing a back door, right as the men entered the restaurant. Thankfully, we were out of there before they could take notice.

"Phew! I think we're out of the clear!" I assured before I bumped into a hard wall. I looked up to come face-to-face with a buff man in glasses. He was huge, not Fitz huge, but big nonetheless. (That's what she said)

Before I even had time to react, Cass was already pulling out the taser Stone gave her and tased the man before us. He yelped in pain and ended up sprawling up on the floor, cradling his arm protectively. I was laughing at the sight as I was pulled into my crappy car by Cass. The moment she buckled up, I hit the road.

"Okay, so where to?" I asked as I weaved my way through traffic.

"Where's a place you can hide in if scary people want your head?" Cass asked out loud.

"Subway?" I suggested, a few inches from a car I was frantically trying to get past.

"Subway," she agreed.

Successfully making it onto a clear road, I glance at the rearview mirror, an unsettling feeling settling in my stomach.

"Crap, we're being followed," Cass informs as she turns her head to get a better view of the five SUV's chasing after us. I press harder on the gas pedal but of course, my crappy car doesn't get any faster than this.

"Shit," I curse while turning into alleyways that I know like the back of my hand. The alleyways were big enough for my car, but too small for the Escalades. With no other options, the trail of Cadillac's continue forward, most likely trying to trap us in the alleys. I make a few sharp turns before pulling up behind a giant dumpster, successfully concealing my Toyota. I stepped out of the car cautiously and look across the street. Of course, black vehicles just had to be swarming the entrance of the subway station. Defeated, I made my way back into the dusty pile of metal.