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All I could do was find ways to meet my client; he must have heard of my failed attempt at killing the man and worse was the information my client provided was wrong. It could have been far worse, I’d be beaten and tortured about now before they decide on what to do with me.
I didn’t expect someone to be in the cab and it wasn’t as if I had any other choice either; they were hot on my heels, but it was unfortunate the driver was killed. My honey brown eyes observed the brunette who was staring at the wall to his left. I could only imagine what was running through his head at that point—it’s amusing.
He was a bit cranky and annoyed me when I felt he wasn’t listening—all in all I quite liked him. He was feisty, there was a fire in his eyes, the type you saw on someone who wouldn’t give up no matter what. I could tell his cleverness and it was because he was clever that I knew what he’d plan to do.
I found that quite cute, “So, Matt…is there anything you’d like to share?” I noticed the way he flinched when I spoke; glanced at my direction with a menacing glare, “No.”
His blue eyes were piercing, locks of brown hair tousled but in an appealing sort of way. It was hard not to notice his average fit body since I had to carry the drunk, unconscious brunette in the loft. He wasn’t heavy—much to my surprise and he had a bit of a cute face, I wasn’t usually interested but this one was different.
It almost made me feel bad for intimidating him to keep him here. Almost.
My hands gripped the handrail, having to look down at him since I was on the second floor. “Don’t be so spiteful, I simply wanted to get to know you.” A smirk etched on my lips, teasing the shorter male for my own merriment. I could see him grit his jaw, tug at the handcuffs, “Well excuse me if I don’t feel like talking. You held a gun to my head, kidnapped me, handcuffed me, and threatened to shoot me. Does that sound like reason enough?” He advocated sardonically.
I held back a small chuckle, raked my fingers through my now tamed hair; it was swept to the side keeping it from framing my face. I turned— making my way down the stairs, my pants hugged the handgun stuffed on the hems of my pants, it shifted along with my movements. “I was simply trying to keep you safe.” I said with sincerity.
He scoffed, “Oh really? It looks like to me like you’re saving your own ass.”
I shrugged, “That too.” I admitted to spite him which had his cheeks flush with a hint of pink on his face. How cute. “Fuck you.”
“Love you too, baby.” I grinned; padding my way to the table and picked up my phone as well as my jean jacket. He gave a wry expression, “What are you doing?” He inquired subtly.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I cocked my head to the side, his blue scrutinizing gaze returned to a glare. “Whatever.” He mumbled looking away.
I merely shook my head stalking towards him, he pushed himself against the headboard trying to keep a safe distance between us. I snorted, “Relax, I don’t bite.” My hand went into my pocket taking out the set of keys; I started undoing the handcuffs, “No, but I do.”
He lunged forward, bit roughly onto my hand causing me to retract and hiss in pain. He shot off the bed and instantly I dropped the jacket on my hand dashing after him. He manages to undo the lock yanking the door open stepping into the hallway. He bolted.
I cursed under my breath running after him—for a short guy he runs fast. I was soon at his heels just when he started descending the stairs; so much for being nice. I managed to grab a fistful of his shirt hauled him to me—he lost his balance collided with my chest as I kept myself on my feet. My arms went around his torsos instantaneously and he began to struggle against my threshold, “Let me go!”
“Shut up!” I hissed having to release one of my arms to cover his mouth as I basically carried the brunette with one arm back up the stairs. Leave it up to him to ruin everything, why did I expect? Of course, he would run. “I really don’t want to shoot you right now.” My voice laced with thick annoyance twitching slightly at the urge to shoot the brunette for not listening.
Matt continued to squirm, made sounds against my hand until I reached the loft and closed the door with my foot. I released him, locking the door then crossed my arms over my chest with a sharp glare. He was about to say something but quickly shut his mouth, “I told you there are people after me and you might have just gotten us killed.”
Annoyance pulled onto his cute face clenching his hands with furrowed eyebrows, “What the hell did you want me to do? I don’t understand anything! I don’t understand why couldn’t you just leave me behind or something? I don’t want to be here; my parents and sister are probably worried sick about me.” He started to raise his voice in tones, but I gave a hard look.
I didn’t care about his family, I was trying to keep us alive for fuck sakes. “What I want you to do? I fucking told you what I wanted, you to do and what did you do? You ignored it and did the first thing I told you not to do.”
“Fuck you,” He snapped, “I don’t have to listen to you.”
I was growing angrier and angrier by the minute, it took every ounce of sanity to keep me from shooting this irritating brunette. “Fine! Then go!” I stepped aside causing his gaze to flicker to the door in surprise. “Go ahead and get help. I bet the moment you call the first ones to get to you will be the ones to kill you and no one will be there to protect you. Do you want that? To die when you had the choice to stay here so I can protect you? Keep you alive so you can see your family again?”
Matt fell silent, his blue eyes wide—swirled with so many emotions and thoughts running through him. I dropped my arms to my side with a solemn look, “I thought so.” I said bitterly, grasped his smaller wrist and dragged him to the bed, “W-Wait! What are you doing?” He asked in a frightened tone, but I ignored him reaching for the handcuffs and proceeded in undoing them from the headboard.
I snapped them briskly around his wrist with a disbelieving expression across his face, “Right now I don’t trust you so I’m keeping you handcuffed until I know you won’t do something stupid.”
He gaped, “N-No! What if I’m in danger? What am I going to do when I’m handcuffed?”
I remained adamant with a cold sneer, “I don’t know, I’m sure you’ll figure something out since you managed to bite me and run.” His face dropped, eyes glistened in vexation and resentment; how can someone be cute yet so insufferable? He placed himself on the mattress disgruntled, “You deserved it for being a dick.”
“I’m sure I did.”
Matt didn’t stop glaring at me through the entire time we walked into a parking lot taking one of the cars I kept. I made sure it didn’t have any form of modern navigation system that can get us tracked. I was driving my way to Chicago from Detroit—four hours; I had someone I know who could help me.
The farther I was the better chances I had to prepare myself in one of my safe houses. “Where are we going?” Matt finally talked after half an hour driving and him staring out the window with a blank look on his face. I didn’t answer unable to trust him with the information, why would I? For all I knew he’d find a way to come in contact with someone and tell them where we were heading.
I knew he was planning to escape I just didn’t expect him to do it so soon but this time I was prepared. “I asked you a question,” He said with deep agitation glanced at the side of my face, but I pretended as if he said nothing. I was still pissed about earlier and the best I could do was focus on the road. “Fine, don’t say anything. It’s not like I wanted to talk or anything.” He muttered.
There was silence again until he decided to open his mouth, “What did you do to have them try and kill you?”
I contemplated in telling him anything—it was probably best I didn’t. Bad enough he was involved in this, telling him any more than he had to know will put his life in more danger. “You can’t even answer that question. I deserve answers, Neil you can’t keep me in the dark.” He argued.
I sighed in exasperation, “I tried to kill a very dangerous and very important man,”
He was stunned silent, I didn’t glance at him knowing the kind of look I was going to get. It took me a moment to realize that he was staring at the side of my face, “I’m a Hitman.” I elaborated.
“You have got to be kidding me,” He whispered, “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
I managed to peek at him from the corner of my eyes; he was covering his face with his hands slouching back onto the car seat. He started muttering to himself filling me with small amusement, “And here I thought you had something to say about it.”
He lifted his face from his hands—glaring, “Oh I have a lot to say I just don’t know where to start. I’m going to die…I’m going to die…”
I held back a laugh, but it didn’t refrain my shoulders from shaking; he continued to dramatically panic until it wasn’t only an act. I spared him glimpses when I noticed he was wheezing, his eyes were unfocused with lips apart trying to take in as much air as possible. I cursed pulling the car over and undid the seatbelt; I didn’t know Matt had an asthmatic condition.
I didn’t bother to ask him.
I reached over cautiously, his blue eyes flicked to my honey brown eyes; I kept a calm expression as my fingers gripped his forearm gently. “Try to take slow steady breaths.” I spoke in a soft voice trying to sooth anything that would make his asthma worse. It didn’t seem to work as much as I had hoped and from the way his eyes were starting to drift it meant bad.
I pushed open the door of the car slamming it shut as I hurried myself to the other side. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried—I opened the door of the passenger seat and held onto his hands; they were trembling, the tip of this fingers was a bit gelid. I pulled him lightly away from the car seat and sat there bringing him on my lap.
I moved his head to my chest breathing in, “Listen to my heart and breathe as steady as you can,” I was much more tender towards him, running my fingers through his hair as he curled himself against my chest with his fingers gripping my shirt. “Nice and slow.”
I was listening attentively to his breathing; the wheezing was subsiding much to my relief. It took a few minutes before it was reduced to mild coughs, “I-I’m fine.” His voice was raspy, lifting his head to look at me with those piercing blue eyes. I was nearly lost in them if I hadn’t come to the realization of what I was doing, “You should have told me you had asthma.”
His cheeks were flustered with a soft pastel of pink, I was sure to get scolded if I were to call him cute. “I didn’t think you’d care, I’m only a hostage.”
“Is that what I said?”
He thought about it, “Uh…No? But-“
“Then I didn’t say that. What made you think I was keeping you hostage in the first place?” I questioned.
He gaped in disbelief, “You threatened to shoot me, and you look like you would.” His hand slapped my chest, I was mildly amused because it didn’t hurt at all. I smirked, “I had to make sure you wouldn’t run but that didn’t work did it.” I stated.
He glared; raised his handcuffed hands covering his mouth as he coughed roughly. I cringed, I was going to have to make a stop somewhere to buy him some water. “Matt, I’m going to stop along the way to buy you water.” I spoke cautiously still deciding if it was a good idea. Luckily it was nighttime, there shouldn’t be too many cars or people out at this time.
He nodded steadily, “Okay.”
It took me at least five minutes to find a gas station; Matt was silent except for his occasional mild coughs and small wheezes of his lungs. It was honestly terrible, I was never one to sympathize anyone in the slightest, but I honestly feel like shit. I pulled the car in front of a gas, glancing at Matt who leaned his head against the window.
I pursed my lips, “Is there anything you want to eat?”
“Frosted animal crackers.” I raised an eyebrow at him, isn’t that a kid’s snack? He only looked at me from the corner of his eyes and turned his face. “My sister got me into it.” He murmured earning a small snort from me.
“Okay, then. Don’t do any-“
“Shut up and leave already.” He groaned, and I rolled my eyes taking the car keys with me as I stepped out of the vehicle. I pressed the lock button noticing the small glare at my direction which I responded with a sheepish smile across my lips. I made my way through the gas station, silent and secluded as I hoped.
The bell chimed when I pushed the door open, alerting a middle-aged man behind the counter. His gaze flicked to me before he returned to watching the television; I did the same seeing the news of a young college boy with brown tousled hair and blue eyes being reported as missing. For a moment I forgot I was the one who kidnapped him. I nearly snorted to myself wryly, strolled around the place to get the water and snacks.
I didn’t pay it much attention other than stating his parents were worried and how his friends were the last ones to see him after leaving a nightclub. They found the body of the driver in the street and the car itself underneath a bridge five miles away with no signs of Matt Solavin. By the time they allowed the parents to talk I already had two bottles of water, the frosted animal crackers, and reached the counter taking a beef jerky for myself.
I had too many frustrations and I knew that I’d end up shooting someone the moment I’m pushed over the edge. Matt was so lucky I didn’t shoot when I should have. The man started counting as I glanced over at the car seeing Matt still inside exactly how I left him. “That will be seven dollars and seventy-five cents.” I snapped my head at him then realized I had to pay. Of course, I do, where the hell is my head?
I quickly paid in cash and left with a brief ‘thanks’; honey brown eyes were locked on the brunette until I noticed something. His lips were moving, and I quickly searched around my pocket to find my phone was gone. This son of a bitch. I gritted my jaw with narrow eyes jogged towards the car.
I took him by surprise when I unlocked the car with the remote and tore the car door open. My hands forcefully pulled the brunette out of the vehicle in a seething rage, “Who the fuck are you talking to?” My gaze averted to the phone—the call was still ongoing.
“Matt! Matt! What’s going on?! Is everything okay?!”
I growled under my breath at the sound of a woman’s voice; I grabbed my phone hanging up the call and dropped it to the ground stomped it until it shattered to pieces. He didn’t say a single word when I looked at him with a sharp glare, “What the fuck? Can’t you get anything through that thick skull of yours?” My finger curled around the collar of his shirt pinning him to the car.
His hands gripped my shirt—it was trembling, and I could almost smell the fear rolling off in waves. He closed his eyes with quivering lips, “I-I’m sorry…I…I…You have to understand th-“
“No,” I slammed him against the vehicle making him wince in pain, “I understand perfectly clear. You obviously want to die but guess what, buddy? I’m not going to let you get me killed.” I snapped, I couldn’t believe I let myself think for a moment that he would listen. That he would at least understand how dangerous the situation was and how I needed him to follow directions.
I didn’t know if he was dropped as a baby, but this guy clearly had problems listening and following orders. I had a strong urge to put a bullet through him at this very second, “Hey! What’s going on over there?!”
I looked over my shoulder cursing when the guy from behind the counter saw who it was I was pinning against the car. I shoved Matt into the passenger seat, threw the plastic bag onto his lap and slammed the door shut. I had enough time to pick up the broken phone and scurry to the driver’s seat.
“Hey, stop right there! I’m calling the police! I said stop!” His shouts fell onto deafened ears as I quickly started the engine, moved the gear shift then drove off.
I watched from the rear mirror as the man tried running after us but stopped in exhaustion. I focused my eyes on the dark road clenched and unclenched my hands around the stirring wheel. I was trying to calm myself as much as possible, breathing erratically with muddled thoughts. All I could think was how much I wanted to hit this guy; it was like everything I told him went one ear out the other.
He didn’t listen the first time so why did I expect him to listen the second time? Matt was going to get us killed. He was going to get me killed if this kept on and the worst part I either end up dead or in prison. Fan-fucking-tastic, so much for keeping an innocent guy alive only for them to slap it across my face twice.
I regretted kidnapping him. I regretted ever taking this guy to protect him and because he had a cute face. This guy was more dangerous than I was—yet I was the one who killed people. Imagine that.
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