Agent 7. The Shadows: Part I

▪️◼️Chapter Thirty Three◼️▪️

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ALINA
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We're driving fast. Too fast. The cars we pass are shiny streaks of color on either side of Matteo's sports car. The blazing red stoplights above us might as well be mild suggestions as we speed through the bustling mid-morning traffic. Horns blare and tires squeal in our wake.

The car lurches as Matteo stomps on the breaks and jerks the vehicle to the right, barely missing a mother and her child who are attempting to cross the street. He hits the gas again sending me flying backwards, slamming me into the smooth leather upholstery of my seat. I latch onto the car's assist grip hanging above my head for dear life. The fingers of my other hand dig into the middle console that separates us, for extra support. My stomach heaves with every jostling movement.

"Do you have to drive like a maniac?!" I screech with alarm.

Matteo doesn't respond. He doesn't even react to my words. His eyes are pinched in a painful looking wince as he steers us violently through the city. I grit my teeth when Matteo makes another dramatic swerve and critical maneuver.

He's going to kill us both before he can get us to wherever we are going.

"Matteo please slow down!" I grab onto his arm, squeezing his bicep in an attempt to get his attention. He hisses and snatches his arm from my reach. Not even gracing me with a glance my way or an explanation for his sudden change in demeanor.

We haven't had a moment to breathe let alone talk about what happened in the hotel suite. The man that burst through the window like a scene from a movie or the fact that Matteo threw me over his shoulder like a caveman and carried me from the building. I don't know where we are going but as soon as we get there I want answers I want--

I stop mid thought.

My eyebrows lace themselves together when I feel a sticky wetness on my fingertips. Shakily I turn my hand to find crimson staining the skin of my palm. As profound as the innards of a cherry, the morose red has my stomach dropping.

My breath slips from my lips.

All of my anger, all of my frustrations, and all of my fear fly out the window as recognition hits.

He's hurt.

"You're... bleeding?" I ask with concern hardly believing what I'm seeing. My voice is suddenly pleading, frantic. He's impenetrable. He's proven time and time again that he's a machine that cannot be stopped. Untouchable. How could this happen?

He doesn't respond, instead he scowls out at the road. It's the only indication that he's heard me.

My eyes are drawn to his arm. There's a lot of blood, too much. My heart stutters the moment I see the kopeck size hole in his suit jacket. He's been shot.

My eyes widen.

He took a bullet for me.

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