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I let a long breath out releasing the memories, not scrubbing them from my mind entirely, but banishing them for now. Three days of hiding in Hamilton, then one quick visit back to Auckland to claim Chrystal's ID. Even knowing what could happen if I failed, didn't change my plans. Steel strengthened my resolve, the steel that my father told me lay within my bones. Yes, it was a risk. But if I took precautions, it would be worth it. Because how much safer would my father be if I was overseas?
My eyes lifted up to the front of the bus, not really planning on making a scan of my environment as we hadn't stopped since Pukekohe. But because of those revisited memories, my guard was once again fully up. A quick flick of my gaze across those passengers around me and then a search of the front seats down by the driver and front door.
It took a second, maybe two, to realise what I was seeing. So unexpected, despite my guard being up. One of the Pukekohe passengers, the one with the bald head and clean shaven face, was staring right at me.
As if a nest of fire ants had suddenly attacked, that itch between my shoulder blades ignited and I could have sworn the bastard at the front of the bus was staring down the barrel of a gun, sighting the huge-ass bullseye on my back.
Oh shit.
Chapter 5
What Will I Call You Now?
My blood thundered through my veins as I watched Baldy and Goatee step off the bus with some of the other passengers. We had ten minutes before the bus would head out again, on course for Hamilton. Most of those exiting the bus were heading towards the toilets or the café across the parking lot. But Baldy and Goatee were just rolling ciggies and standing around at the front door to the vehicle.
What the hell did I do now? I wasn't wrong. The bald headed guy had been staring at me. Even when my eyes met his, he didn't hide his interest at all. Just kept on ogling me like I was a piece of steak and he was starved. I bit my thumbnail and crushed my satchel to my chest. What the hell did I do now?
He'd see me if I stepped off the bus at the rear door. He could corner me if he finished that ciggie and climbed back on board. I was down the rear of the bus, past the back exit. I didn't want to be trapped, but I also didn't want to leave the safety of the bus just yet. I stood up, crouched over and made my way to a seat across the aisle from the rear door. I could still see their heads out of the window up ahead. If they boarded the bus up front, I could escape through the door opposite. If they split up, one to the front door, one heading to the back, I could make a quick dash and get out the back before they cornered me.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit . This was unexpected and really bad. These guys looked like the kind of men Roan would hire, but as yet they hadn't done anything . The prime time would be now. There were only three other people who remained on the bus with me. Two of them were sleeping, the third had earphones on and eyes closed, head nodding away to music. Prime opportunity for the leather clad men outside to approach.
But they just talked and smoked their ciggies. Neither looking in any particular direction, just shooting the breeze while they waited for something to happen. Me? Or the bus?
I hated this so much. This fear and anxiety and... paranoia .
I couldn't blame my Dad for the way I am now. He gave me the skills I needed to survive, but the person who put me in this treacherous, emotional roller coaster of a position to start with, was Roan Fucking McLaren and no one else. So, I most definitely blamed him. But that didn't solve my current emotionally heightened moment. Did the bald headed leather clad dude look at me because he was tracking me for Roan? Or not?
I could stay here and wait for the bus to reach Hamilton with the two leather clad dudes sitting innocuously, but menacingly to my mind, at the front of the bus. Or I could trust my gut.
Trust that feeling deep down in the pit of your
I let a long breath out releasing the memories, not scrubbing them from my mind entirely, but banishing them for now. Three days of hiding in Hamilton, then one quick visit back to Auckland to claim Chrystal's ID. Even knowing what could happen if I failed, didn't change my plans. Steel strengthened my resolve, the steel that my father told me lay within my bones. Yes, it was a risk. But if I took precautions, it would be worth it. Because how much safer would my father be if I was overseas?
My eyes lifted up to the front of the bus, not really planning on making a scan of my environment as we hadn't stopped since Pukekohe. But because of those revisited memories, my guard was once again fully up. A quick flick of my gaze across those passengers around me and then a search of the front seats down by the driver and front door.
It took a second, maybe two, to realise what I was seeing. So unexpected, despite my guard being up. One of the Pukekohe passengers, the one with the bald head and clean shaven face, was staring right at me.
As if a nest of fire ants had suddenly attacked, that itch between my shoulder blades ignited and I could have sworn the bastard at the front of the bus was staring down the barrel of a gun, sighting the huge-ass bullseye on my back.
Oh shit.
Chapter 5
What Will I Call You Now?
My blood thundered through my veins as I watched Baldy and Goatee step off the bus with some of the other passengers. We had ten minutes before the bus would head out again, on course for Hamilton. Most of those exiting the bus were heading towards the toilets or the café across the parking lot. But Baldy and Goatee were just rolling ciggies and standing around at the front door to the vehicle.
What the hell did I do now? I wasn't wrong. The bald headed guy had been staring at me. Even when my eyes met his, he didn't hide his interest at all. Just kept on ogling me like I was a piece of steak and he was starved. I bit my thumbnail and crushed my satchel to my chest. What the hell did I do now?
He'd see me if I stepped off the bus at the rear door. He could corner me if he finished that ciggie and climbed back on board. I was down the rear of the bus, past the back exit. I didn't want to be trapped, but I also didn't want to leave the safety of the bus just yet. I stood up, crouched over and made my way to a seat across the aisle from the rear door. I could still see their heads out of the window up ahead. If they boarded the bus up front, I could escape through the door opposite. If they split up, one to the front door, one heading to the back, I could make a quick dash and get out the back before they cornered me.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit . This was unexpected and really bad. These guys looked like the kind of men Roan would hire, but as yet they hadn't done anything . The prime time would be now. There were only three other people who remained on the bus with me. Two of them were sleeping, the third had earphones on and eyes closed, head nodding away to music. Prime opportunity for the leather clad men outside to approach.
But they just talked and smoked their ciggies. Neither looking in any particular direction, just shooting the breeze while they waited for something to happen. Me? Or the bus?
I hated this so much. This fear and anxiety and... paranoia .
I couldn't blame my Dad for the way I am now. He gave me the skills I needed to survive, but the person who put me in this treacherous, emotional roller coaster of a position to start with, was Roan Fucking McLaren and no one else. So, I most definitely blamed him. But that didn't solve my current emotionally heightened moment. Did the bald headed leather clad dude look at me because he was tracking me for Roan? Or not?
I could stay here and wait for the bus to reach Hamilton with the two leather clad dudes sitting innocuously, but menacingly to my mind, at the front of the bus. Or I could trust my gut.
Trust that feeling deep down in the pit of your
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