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It’s a look we have, something no other beings do.
Like recognises like, and this woman? She’s just like me.
Her eyes drop to our car and narrow again as she looks at the darkened glass. I know she can’t see us, but the motionless way she stares nearly has me fidgeting. It’s unheard of. I can’t look away, and the others stay quiet under her watchful gaze, as if feeling the intensity capture me and hold me in place. My breath catches, and my heart hammers until she releases me by looking away. She quickly fires her bike and guns it from the lot as if she knows she is being followed. She probably does since she’s good. Really good.
This will be hard.
She will probably try to kill us.
The thought makes me smirk as the car starts, and I turn in my seat to face the front. Let her. It would be the most excitement I’ve had in a while—hell, the most fun on top of that. What we are doing is important, and we all know the costs of failure. It subdues my mood a little. She might be a beautiful, deadly woman, but she’s also the reason we are here.
She’s the key to ending all of this.
If only we can get her to listen before she runs or kills us.
FIVE
Ikeep checking my mirrors for that SUV. Something about it didn’t sit well with me. It didn’t look like a mourner’s vehicle, and why was it still there? It had no plates and blacked out windows. No, it was there for a reason. To watch me? Find me?
Is it him?
Fuck. I shouldn’t have gone. I knew better. Gunning it, I speed back to the hotel to check in and lie low, but when I turn onto the double carriageway, I spot the SUV weaving in and out of cars to catch up. I pull my visor down and speed up. It’s my turn to weave through cars. People honk and swear, but I move as fast as I can. When I look, they are right behind me, so I take a sudden sharp turn, and they do the same.
They are definitely following me.
Fuck.
It’s clear I’m not going to outrun them, and as the road widens to an empty path into the outskirts of the city, I know I need to either lose them or hide. They could easily knock me off my bike or ram into me right here.
They keep pace with me the entire time back to the hotel, never losing me despite the crazy manoeuvres I pull. They don’t hit me, but I feel the heat and the purr of their engine. Fuck. Sliding into the lot, I park and turn, ready to fight, but the car is nowhere to be seen. I search the road outside and the empty lot.
Nothing.
Shit, am I overthinking things?
Wiping my face, I spare another look at the area around me before turning back and heading up the stairs to my room. I take the steps two at a time, ready to be inside and away from prying eyes.
The spot between my shoulder blades starts tightening and sweating like there are eyes on me, and I make it to the second floor before I hear a slight scuff of a boot on the floor. Everything else is silent. There are no footsteps, but I know they are following me.
I keep walking, trying to discern where they are.
I feel them behind me and risk a small glance without them noticing: five guys, the same five from the funeral. I note several bundles of weapons, the tightening of their muscles, and the intent in their eyes. They are armed and dangerous. Fuck, I was right, and now I’m trapped. I purposely turn a corner and pull my gun, waiting. When they stomp around it, I slip behind them and silently aim.
“Who are you?” I demand. One starts to turn, but he spots the gun and stops before they all begrudgingly raise their hands.
“Who are you?” I repeat, glancing behind me, ready to leap from the two-story balcony and make a run for it. They have to work for my father to attend his funeral. Of course he would be watching. Stupid, Nova.
“Friends.”
“I don’t have any of those,” I snap and start to back away. Obviously hearing me, though I don’t know how since I am silent, they turn. The one who was speaking steps forward, and another grins.
“Well, that’s lonely,” he teases.
I swing the gun to him. “Laugh at me again, and I’ll shoot your fucking balls.”
He laughs and looks at the others. “I like her; you were right.”
I run my eyes over them. I want no part of whatever is happening. Even though I can take on a lot, these men are highly trained, and I can tell when a situation is getting dicey.
