PRISONERS

Chapter 54

• Chapter 54 •

“...the police lost track of the suspects. The final countdown reads 27 deaths, among them 5 children under the age of 10 and 10 poisonings. The criminals used a mixture of Tynelol and Clozapine—,“

I turned off the TV and threw the remote on the bed, making it roll over to the edge of it. I sighed deeply and looked outside the window I was leaning against, staring at the city in the distance, feeling sick to my stomach from yesterday's events. The depressing clouds in the sky resembled my cluttered mind.

I haven't spoken to Harry nor Elijah since we returned from lunch. I have been vomiting for 2 hours out of disgust and guilt, my body not able to handle the heavy emotions swimming over my body. The throbbing ache on my thigh from the bullet has been barely bothering me but every time I look at the scar, I wish the bullet had entered my brain.

With my arms crossed over my chest and my eyes fixed on the city, my mind kept replaying my plan over and over, trying to spot a weak part of it that could get me killed. Everything seemed perfect. The IDs are ready since a week ago, due to Bon’s creative mind. My wigs are in my suitcase, along with all the essential makeup and clothes. I have enough money to buy a ticket and leave this shitty place once and for all. I'm going to sell Harry's engagement ring as well to get more cash to make it through Europe. There is no way I'm staying in one place permanently, I know he will find me if I do so.

I should have done this long ago. I should have listened to Elijah when he told me about that plan and we should have made it work either way.

After Harry's cruel assassination, the city is going nuts. Restricting orders are forced, nobody is allowed to leave the house after 9p.m, the government is promising justice and death penalty to anyone involved in this crime and the people are woken and furious. The press is making up scenarios and social media are freaking out about everything. Harry has started an annihilation already and it won't end good.

Two white SUVs appeared on the road, making me frown in confusion. As the vehicles got closer to our hideout, my stomach curled in anxiety. I know Harry is here, he didn't leave the house yesterday but he slept in another room, not bothering to come see how I was. He did open his door to check up on me when I walked down the hallway, asking me if I need anything. I didn't reply and he slammed the door shut.

The SUVs parked at our parking lot. I waited, my fingers holding the curtain close to the wall so I wouldn't expose myself. The doors opened, bodyguards stepped out, not ours. My heart skipped beats when James got out of the car, his redhead girlfriend following, both of them looking serious and stoic, as if they had an argument. What is James doing here?

There was a knock on the door and before I could answer, it opened widely. I swung around to see Bon, dressed in a black ripped sweater and grey oversized sweats, looking at me with a strange expression I couldn't quite understand, his eyes wide. He is the only one I talk to, because really, he doesn't take part in anything than just make our disguises and help us get through the missions safely. His shocked and heartbroken expression when I told him last night about what Harry did told me he was totally against it, as well. He brought me tea and painkillers for my stomach, he didn't pressure me on talking to Harry. He reminds me of Cane, they're both too sincere.

“Crow is here, they'll having a meeting.” he said, stepping in the room and closing the door behind him.

“What for?” I asked, leaning against the wall.

“Paycheck.” he replied easily and took a seat on the unmade bed. “How are you feeling?”

I looked at him blankly, not bothering to reply, my silence his answer. He sighed and looked around the room, thinking of something with a soft frown on his face. I remember the first time I saw him, full of excitement and sass. Now, he looks just as troubled as I am, he even left a scruff grow on his face, something he said he despises.