Chloe had been sitting beside Jessica since the woman who she assumed was Lily administered the anti-venom. Her thoughts were still running at a million miles per second and it was overall just exhausting.
Her head hung low and she exhaled, trying to calm herself down again.
Lily had soon left, leaving the small makeshift room and going into another. Chloe had peered out and seen that she was sitting at a large computer set up, talking with someone on screen. However Chloe had quickly returned to her seat when Lily had spotted her. In fact the small woman locked her in the room with Jessica before returning to her conversation.
What in the hell am I going to do?! God why is this happening to me?!
AND BECA?! She lied to me! Who is she really?
Chloe dropped her head into her hands, "How am I going to get us out of here Jess…. What happens now?" she peered up and let a small smile show, grateful that some of her friend's natural colour had returned to her cheeks.
Chloe leaned back in the chair that she situated right beside the table Jessica was laid on, then she gasped. The phone! Eagerly reaching into the pocket of the jacket she had hung over the back of the chair she was disappointed to find that it was no longer there. One of the other women must've found it and taken it away.
"Fuck!" Chloe breathed in distress. Returning to sit back in the chair, the door to the room opened and she quickly stood.
"You can use the bathroom or get something to drink if you like." Lily quietly spoke. Little to Chloe's knowledge it had been Lily that had found the phone and had confiscated it. For her protection and theirs.
"You can't just keep me locked up in here!" Chloe spoke.
"The conversation you were snooping in on, I could not have you snooping in on. Therefore I kept you in here for the meantime."
"So I can leave?"
"This room, yes. This safe house, no." Lily didn't give her a chance to reply before she left the room and went back to her computer.
Chloe looked back to Jessica and squeezed her hand before she carefully left the room. She glanced around the large underground area and climbed the stairs, looking back to see that Lily was still engrossed with the computer. Opening the door she walked into the kitchen area and took a drink bottle out of the fridge. Drinking near half of the water bottle she heard yelling from one of the other rooms.
Slowly she made her way out of the kitchen and down the hallway. There were many doors that she passed and coming up to the door she could hear someone, a man, likely they were in pain.
She placed her hand on the doorknob and began to twist, only for another hand to close over hers and stop the motion.
Chloe's eyes locked into Beca's and she quickly retracted her hand.
"You don't want to go in there." Beca stated.
"Why?" Chloe asked frustrated.
"Because there is an interrogation happening." Beca informed.
They remained silent. Staring at each other until Chloe had enough and with a huff she turned around and made her way to the small living room. Beca followed.
"Why won't you let Jessica and I leave?" Chloe abruptly turned, folded her arms and asked Beca.
Beca halted just out of arms reach of Chloe.
"It's not safe."
"And it's safe here?"
"Yes. It's a safe house."
"Don't be smart Beca. It's hardly safe when the man who tried to kill me is in there… and-and I… I don't even know who you are." Chloe's expression was anger but turned to hurt.
Beca's eyes diverted from the bright blue's "It's better that you don't."
Chloe shook her head and arms out confused, "I don't understand Beca. What is going on? Can you at least tell me that?"
"Yes-… sort of."
Chloe folded her arms and waited.
It was insane, just from that expression Beca felt like a child being scolded, and she was far from a child. Far from someone who would allow another to speak to her like this.
"We aren't sure as to who. But someone has contacted an agency. An agency that offers their services to those with enough money to… take care of others they want to disappear. You were their target tonight, and they aren't going to stop until the contract is fulfilled."
"Why me?"
"We don't know yet bu-"
"No-no not that." Chloe unfolded her arms and took a step closer towards Beca, "Why me? Did you know about this hit or something and thought you should just stick by me?"
Beca shook her head, "No. No I didn't know about the hit until about 30 minutes before you went on stage. Before that… before that I just wanted to be with you."
Again they both stood there, staring at each other. Chloe took this time to take on board the information she had just been given so far. Beca impatiently waited for her to say something.
Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat, "I don't even know the real you."
Beca sighed, "The person I've always wanted… or liked to be… was when I was with you. I can't-… I can't tell you everything Chloe but-… but I've never had a normal life. Far from it. The closest I've felt to it so far was when I was with you. I wish I could be that person…" but I guess it's just never going to turn out that way. The brunette stayed quiet hearing Amy come up the steps.
"I'm sorry this has happened Chloe." Beca added before Amy entered the room.
"You're needed downstairs. Phone call for you." The blonde informed.
Beca tore her eyes away from Chloe who was still yet to say anything. Beca didn't expect her too.
Beca turned on her heels and made her way over to Amy, "Smotret' yeye. (Watch her.)
Amy gave a firm nod.
Beca stopped in her tracks, "YA imeyu v vidu yego Emi. Ne vypuskat' yeye iz vidu. (I mean it Amy. Don't let her out of your sight.) She was still pissed about how Chloe had been able to make her way back into the hotel when she was meant to be watched by Amy.
Chloe stood watching them talk in hush whisper. Whispers that she couldn't pick up on due to not being English. It annoyed her that she couldn't understand what they were saying, when she could definitely pick up on the vibe that it was about her.
Beca stared into Amy's eyes, the woman's demeanour becoming more serious before replying, "YA khochu moy drug. (I will my friend.)"
Beca then made her way downstairs where Lily was waiting to patch her through.
"Ready?" she asked of Beca.
Beca only gave a short nod and the large computer screen in front of her connected the private call.
"Beca?" the woman on the other end asked.
"C.R." was Beca's short reply.
The woman audibly sighed and just then the camera feed came through of her standing in front of a desk on which the computer sat on, "I would ask how you are Beca… but I think we can skip the pleasantries. What happened?"
Beca's face remained stoic, looking into the small camera in front of her, "There was a hit on Chloe Beale. I had picked up on the attempt and prevented it from happening."
"And how was it that you 'picked up' on this attempt?" C.R asked with a strict and annoyed tone.
There was no use in lying now. In the back of her mind Beca knew her chance would never last. Though she tried she only had herself to blame. Especially when this wasn't just her chance but Stacie's as well. But that was more than likely to be over now.
"I have been researching and keeping tabs on the Elite Hitmen." Beca answered.
C.R wasn't all that surprised, only disappointed for the brunette, "I figured as much. Even still you had remained under the radar, a ghost, until this Chloe Beale. What happened?" she asked again.
Beca hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I came to know Chloe Beale before the incident."
C.R had already been informed briefly by Lily of this fact, but regardless needed to hear it from Beca, "And how is it that you came to be… friends? With Chloe Beale."
Beca clenched her fist, "I had met her during a tour Stacie had taken me on for a present. It was from there I had met her again in Vegas and we became friends."
C.R rubbed the bridge of her nose, "Where is Stacie?"
"Upstairs. Interrogating."
"Have you gotten anything out of him?"
"Not yet. But I am yet to interrogate."
C.R gave a short nod, "Beca… there's nothing I can do for you or Stacie now. This is impossible to hide from my superiors. They have already affirmed for you and Stacie to be immediately reinstated."
Beca's gaze diverted to the floor with a small deflated sigh, her eyes quickly locked with the camera, "I understand. What happens to Chloe Beale?"
"She will be placed into the agency's protection. We have sent a team out to meet you at the safe house."
"I request that I accompany the team to bring her back in. It's not safe out here."
"Denied. That's right, hence the team I have sent."
Beca's fist clenched harder, her small nails digging into her skin, "Her friend is here also."
"I know. She will be extracted."
"What of her family?"
C.R sighed, "They are safe…" she couldn't believe what she was seeing or hearing from the brunette, "Was she worth it Beca? To throw your chance of a life away? Was she worth it?"
Beca's fist unclenched and her fingers flexed out to stretch, "ETA of the extraction team?"
C.R stared at her for a moment, giving her a further chance to reply to her question but nothing came. "Roughly in a couple of hours or so. In the meantime interrogate the hitman. See if you can get anything out of him. I will contact you once the extraction has taken place. I will speak to both you and Stacie then."
Beca gave a short nod, and then left the room. She checked on Jessica briefly noting that the woman's colour was quickly returning. She would wake up soon no doubt. Beca then made her way upstairs.
Beca saw that both Amy and Chloe were seated on opposite couches facing each other. The red head looked less than pleased as her foot continually knocked the small coffee table in front of her.
Beca wanted to go and talk to Chloe again, but what could she say? She had stated what she could to Chloe. To divulge anything further about herself would… well it wouldn't make anything better for starters. Beca sighed and quickly opened the door in front of her, swiftly closing it behind her.
Beca' eyes glanced to Stacie who was standing in the far right corner of the room before they landed on the hitman who was securely tied to the chair. His head was slumped low but had eased back to look at Beca.
"Wondered when you would come and pay me a visit." He smugly spoke.
"Well wonder no more. You can cease those thoughts and from here on focus on telling me what I want to know." Beca stated her tone normal but laced with authority.
He gave a short chuckle, "I'm not telling you a thing. Predatel'. (Traitor.)"
Beca stepped forward in the small dimly lit room. The sun had begun to rise and provided some illumination through the tinted window.
"Vy slyshali ot menya, da? (You have heard of me, yes?)" Beca asked.
Benji spat towards her on the floor in reply.
"Leave us." Beca's eyes remained on the boy but her words were clearly for Stacie.
Her sister was leaning against the wall but had pushed herself off it. A questioning gaze went to her sister. This isn't what she wanted. This isn't how things were meant to be anymore, and she felt the small remnants of what she had wanted for her sister, slipping away in front of her.
Beca's eyes shifted into Stacie's to establish her statement, which had Stacie exhale through her nose and leave the room.
Stacie closed the door and clenched her fist in anger at the entire situation. She stormed up the hallway and her eyes locked on Chloe who was yet to notice her. Amy was on the other couch and both of them looked to be having a staring contest.
Stacie's angry and fast moving form soon caught the attention of Amy. Chloe followed the woman's eye line to see Stacie charging towards her. This made Chloe move further back down the other end of the couch, whilst Amy stood ready to intervene.
"Tout cela est de votre fait! (This is all your doing!)" Stacie announced.
"W-what?" Chloe mumbled as she climbed off the back of the couch, using it to protect her. Though she had serious doubts that this couch could do much towards these people.
"Elle vous ramassé, plus la chance nous avons eu à la vie! (She picked you, over the chance we had at a life!)" Stacie continued to rant.
"I don't understand what you are saying!" Chloe yelled though not in confidence as Stacie used her long legs to run and jump over the couch towards her. Chloe yelped and ran over to the other couch to get behind Amy.
Stacie had turned and followed but Amy intervened and held Stacie back.
"You're clearly important to my sister. You have to be! Why else would she throw our chance away! So if you haven't gotten your head out of your ass yet to thank her for saving you, you fucking should! Do you understand that?!" Stacie huffed having gotten that out of her system.
Amy's arms were still holding Stacie back, she couldn't speak the language as fluently as Beca but knew some Russian, "Otpusti menya. (Let me go.)"
Amy let Stacie out of her grasp.
Stacie stepped back and straightened out her top, her eyes locked on Chloe. Chloe who was still behind the couch in fear and shock from the woman's words.
"W-what chance?" Chloe mumbled.
Stacie smirked before her face hardened, "That's what you got out of all of that? You don't know what she has sacrificed, nor do you need to. Just know that she has sacrificed for you. For you! Yeah you might not know her, but that's for your protection. Protection that she without hesitation chose to give you."
"I-I didn't ask her to…" Chloe flinched as the wrong choice of words slipped through her lips.
"Are you fucking kidding me!" Stacie yelled trying to get to Chloe once more. Amy however stopped her attempt and held the woman in a tight bear grasp.
Chloe jumped back slightly, "No-no that-that wasn't what I meant… I-I'm just so scared about what is happening…" I'm so confused.
Stacie brushed Amy off her once more who let go. The tall brunette looked at Chloe and calmed down seeing that the red head was indeed scared. The situation wasn't fair for her either, but naturally Stacie felt protective of her sister. She knew that her sister had fallen for this person that could never return such feelings. Regardless Beca had chosen her over a normal life.
No maybe I can still make a deal… I can stop this.
Stacie thought, and without another word she went downstairs.
Beca delivered another swift punch to the hitman's face.
Benji's head whipped back from the impact, the blood accumulating in his mouth once more which he spat to the ground.
"Where is he?!" Beca's ordered. Her voice was strict and laced with anger.
He remained quiet.
"Gde on Bendzhi? (Where is he Benji?)" Beca again asked.
Hearing his name for the first time used by the brunette made his eyes open a little more, his smile become slightly bigger, "You do remember me?"
"I still see you have a fascination with poisons."
Benji's smile remained in place, "I do, yes."
"When did you become a hitman?"
Benji shrugged a smug appearance still about him.
Beca crouched down to the side of him, "He trained you didn't he?..." she already knew the answer, "… you've told him that I was here didn't you?..." grabbing the boy's index finger she snapped it backwards. It was a small crack followed by a sharp pop.
Benji yelled in pain but tried to stifle them, biting down on his lip and breathing through his nose rapidly.
"U vas yest' yeshche devyat'. (You have nine more.)" She reminds him, but then takes his middle finger and snaps in backwards.
Again Benji screams.
"Sdelat', chto vosem'. (Make that eight.)"
Through the pain Benji grunts, "Torture huh?... That's new for you… you must really like her." he sneered.
She couldn't let that show, her expression remained stoic.
"I saw you with her-ARGGH" Benji was cut off from Beca breaking another one of his fingers.
"You shouldn't worry about such things Benji. You should worry about yourself right now." Beca stated.
Benji again chuckled, "No-no you should worry about yourself."
The confidence and some underlying meaning, Beca had caught instantly. It unsettled her instantly but as usual did not show it. Instead she broke another finger.
"What are you down to now? Six?" Beca turned towards the door to leave, to inform the others but decided to swing back around with a right hook. It knocked Benji unconscious, the chair tipping over.
Quickly she left the room, her eyes immediately locked with Chloe's who must've been walking to the kitchen. However Beca guessed she took a detour to get away from Amy and see what she was up to.
Right now her annoyance with Amy, yet again failing, was put on the backburner.
Chloe could just note the slight worry in Beca's eyes, "What's wrong?"
"We need to leave. Now." Beca informed walking towards her but stopped just before reaching her.
Beca's eyes snapped to the wall, her ears picking up on the cars.
"Extraction is here." Amy announced.
"Emi. Idi syuda. (Amy. Come here.)" Beca keep her voice calm.
Amy rounded the corner and had connected the dots that Chloe may have tried to sneak away from her instead of grabbing that water and half a piece of cake in the fridge Chloe had so graciously offered to get for her.
"Sorr-"
"Stop." Beca stated, "Where is Stacie?"
"Downstairs…" Amy was confused by the urgency, she pointed her thumb over her shoulder, "The extraction-"
"I do not think that is the extraction team." Beca informed.
Lily had suddenly appeared from downstairs, "What makes you say that?"
"Benji, something he stated. I don't like it… and well I got a bad feeling." Beca looked back to Amy, "Go and tell Stacie to prepare for a possible attack. Get Jessica out of here in the other car. It's best if we split up if I'm right. We have our phones to communicate if things go south."
Amy nodded and hastily went downstairs.
"You'll be taking the car that's around the side?" Lily stated more than asked.
"You'll come with us-" Beca stopped talking when Lily was shaking her head at her words already.
"No, I've got my own way out. Besides if this is someone else, then this safe house needs to be discarded of." Lily informed and they moved towards the front door.
Beca stopped walking realizing Chloe was also following, she turned to face her.
"Beca what's-?" Chloe could again feel the worry flowing through her.
Beca reached up and held Chloe's arm, thankful when the red head didn't pull away, and instead allowed Beca to take her down the hallway.
"I need you to stay here." Beca voiced.
Chloe's expression was of concern and full of hesitation.
"Please." Beca calmly pleaded. With that one word had been spoken, along with the look in Beca's eyes, she expressed of her care for this woman. Of how she needed Chloe to trust her, even if it was just until this situation was taken care of.
"Okay." A near whisper out of Chloe's mouth.
Beca gave a short brief smile and had not noticed till now that she had still been holding Chloe's arm. She let go and turned, making her way towards Lily and the front door.
Lily looked to Beca, and gestured that she go into one of the other rooms but the slam of a door made them stop.
Lily's face hardened seeing the woman step out of one of the cars.
"2 cars in total, 10 triad." Lily spoke, and therefore "It's not the extraction team."
"Wha- Triad?" Beca hissed, "Since when do they work with the triad?"
Lily had multiple hypotheses and answers but there was no time, "You need to get Chloe out of here. I will cover you." She reached into her pocket and sent a message to Amy to ready themselves.
"You'll need some help." Beca stated.
Lily gave the smallest of smirks, "I got this." With that said she moved from her hidden position and slipped out one of the back windows.
Beca looked out the small crack of the window that wasn't covered and saw what Lily had.
"Shit." Her eyes wide with recognition of who that woman was. She could see that she gestured the other men to surround the house. Sneakily they made there way around.
The woman remained by the car whilst another triad, with gun raised came up to the front door.
"You are surrounded! Give us Chloe Beale!" the woman announced.
Beca's eyes narrowed at the door and thought of an idea. With a quick run up to the corner of the wall near the door she hoisted herself up and held herself there, ready to attack.
Meanwhile Chloe was shaking from hearing the woman's words. Hearing her name being called that she be handed over. Chloe's eyes saw partial movement out of one of the covered windows, her eyes narrowed to see a man with a gun. Her heart jumped into her throat.
Oh my god…
Chloe moved back down the hallway towards Beca but stopped at the door in which the hitman was behind. She wasn't even sure what she was doing.
Is he still in there? Is he alive?... what did Beca do to him?
Curiosity got the best of her though and she reached for the handle.
A/N - Been a while since I've updated this. Sorry. Once exams are done I will be updating more frequently.
Many thanks! x