Edward POV:
I didn't mean to barge into the bathroom like that, while Bella was taking a shower, honest.
I did knock. Four times, in fact.
Honestly, I didn't want to barge into the steamy bathroom like that, but I realized we were in more danger than before. Fuck! I was losing my touch. When did I become so unobservant? This had never happened before. This is either really good or really bad, bad enough to get us killed.
As soon as I was dressed I debated whether or not it was safe to walk back into the room, what with me being more scared to face her, and all.
Frankly, I didn't think we had a lot of time before the men I saw following us burst through those doors, as I walked back in the room I noticed Bella sitting stiffly on one of the beds. Her back must be bothering her again.
"Put some pants on," I muttered as I pulled on my socks and shoved my feet back into the boots.
"What? Why? Is something wrong?" She asked, instantly on alert.
"I'll explain everything once we get to safety," I say, as I watch her pull on a pair of pants on and a hoodie over her head.
We both quickly shoved everything into our bags before grabbing them.
"I'm going to check if the coast is clear. When I give you the signal, you follow me out. Do you still have the gun I gave you earlier?" I asked her.
She nodded, biting her lower lip nervously. Briefly distracting me.
"Good. Remember to aim to kill." I whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead before I slowly opened the door.
As I opened the door, I slowly leaned my head out into the hallway noticing that two unfamiliar shadows were slowly making their way up the stairs. I quickly pulled Bella out of the room and quietly shut the door behind us, before pulling her towards the opposite end of the hallway, where another set of stairs were located to the ground floor.
As we reached the lobby I slammed the room key on the desk, probably scaring the crap out of heavily sleep-deprived Flavio, and pulled Bella out of the lobby and across the parking lot.
I quickly unlocked the car for Bella, before I shoved all of the bags into the trunk and threw myself into the driver's seat, turning the car on and throwing it into drive before peeling out of the parking lot.
"Is there another way to get to the tribe's land?" I asked stiffly as I peeled down the empty roads trying to remember the street where the safe house was located.
"Yes, but I'm not entirely sure, you'll want to go that way." She replied quietly.
My eyes flicked towards her, worried for a moment.
"It's in Belem." She muttered.
"What! That's on the other side of this country! How the fuck are we going to get there now?!" I exclaimed, wincing as my voice echoed in the car.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mention it before because I didn't think we'd have trouble here in Sao Paulo, but if we go through Belem, we have to ask permission and guidance from the tribe that resides there. I-I didn't think of this until earlier..." She whispered.
I nodded, as I drove through the empty streets looking for another car.
I finally found one, forty-five minutes later, it was a Jeep. Perfect, to get us here we need to go.
The safe house was forty miles down, in a secluded area. I had to change cars to make sure if any one was tailing us, we'd be lost to them.
As soon as Bella is safely in the passenger's seat, I go and get our things and shove them into the back seat.
It takes me a few seconds to turn the car in before we're speeding down the partially empty street towards our next destination.
I just hope this went a lot smoother than it went here.
It probably will if I stop with the weird shit. Hopefully...