𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

eleven

A X E L - N I C O L Á S

"I have a guy that can get us fake ID's and passports for the time being. We have to go see him later in the night so that we can be prepared to leave for Quebec in the coming days."

I was persistent in getting things in order for our departure...properly and without causing any confusion. I needed to make sure I'm covering my tracks as I expose new ones.

At first I wanted to deal with Sergio on American soil, but if I work my way up the ladder, I could end up rolling on each and every one of his associates in the blink of an eye. There were three others, all of them heartless as hell too.

Suri nods and pressed a hand against her cheek, pouting. "I was actually starting to get cozy here. Is there anything I could help with?"

I smiled, brushing some of her hair behind her shoulders. "Keep doing what you're doing. In the meantime, I wanted to show you something. Although it may not be extravagant, it may help to take your mind off of our current circumstances."

She lifts a brow. "What's going on?"

I put out one of my hands, asking for one of hers to hold. "Suri Maxwell, may I informally ask you out on a date?"

She laughs at my cheesy attempt in asking her out for the night, covering her laugh with one of her hands as she playfully rolls her eyes. "Yes, I accept. Where are we headed?"

I stand up from the floor and pull her into the foyer, grabbing one of my coats and draping it over her shoulders. I put on a sweatshirt and grabbed a scarf. "Follow me."

I take her hand in mine and lead her out past the garden into the night. "I would sometimes find it much more simpler to take advantage of the fact that this house overlooked the drive-in theater, so for the most part I've been able to catch movies without paying for them at the convenience of being able to do this—"

I point at the set up. A pergola with string-lights around it with a fire pit in the center. Two chairs were placed in front of it and a dial radio rest on the table between the chairs. There was snacks and a cooler filled with assorted drinks—a choice of alcohol, water, or soda.

She smiled once more and looked up to me. "Wow, this is nice. I'm sure roasting marshmallows isn't something you could do at the theater."

I chuckle and scratch the back of my neck. "Yeah, I know it's simple and you may not even—"

She cuts me off with a swift kiss on the lips and shakes her head. "Mmm mmm—It's fine, I love it. Really it's the thought that counts, and besides, I've never really had a "campfire" experience before."

I grinned. "So does that mean we could sing ninety-nine bottles of beer?"

She stale faced me, and I burst into laughter, waving her off. "I'm just kidding. I tell great stories though. Mi mamá, used to tell them to me when I was a kid." I smirked as I reminisced about my mother and the times we shared, only for a minute.