The chase continues

"No," she answered casually, looking outside the window at the gray sky. "We are leaving the country. We are heading to Dracula's land, Romania."

I quickly rotated the steering wheel and hit the brakes, stopping the car on the side of the road. I looked at her with horror. "WE ARE WHAT NOW?!"

"What's wrong with you?! Are you trying to kill us, you fucking idiot?" She yelled, glaring at me.

"Hey, listen to me. I am not leaving the US. I didn't sign up for this." I added 'shit' under my breath.

She grumbled, massaging her forehead, which she bumped into the window glass when I abruptly stopped and asked, "What did you sign up for exactly?"

"I don't know, but surely not becoming one of Interpol's wanted fugitives."

"Fuck you! Who cares about that? Plus, it's not like you have a saying in this. I gave you many chances to run away, but you always came back and I still don't believe you came up with all of this information based on your so-called talent. So I'm keeping an eye on you or I'm seriously going to get rid of you."

"If you think so, just get rid of me already." I challenged her, looking straight into her celestial eyes.

"Do you really think I can't do that?" She threatened, her face getting closer to mine and wearing one of her most horrible sadistic smiles "I think I was too nice to you and didn't make myself clear enough." Before I had time to react, she grabbed my neck with her right hand and squeezed hard, supporting herself by placing her knee on the seat and pushing me into mine.

"Allow me to clarify" she announced in a low deep voice, squeezing harder, stopping me completely from breathing "You are my hostage and you are going to do the fuck I ask of you, or I will make you suffer to the point that you'll just want to end your own miserable life." I reached for her arm, trying to take it off but struggled to do so. I was running out of air and she clearly had the advantage at this point.

Seeing me on the verge of blacking out, she loosened her grab and continued to speak "Now you are going to be an obedient good dog and drive this car to where I tell you to, without further annoyance. Just be glad I kept you alive and don't challenge my capabilities again. Understand?"

She let go of my neck and sat back in her seat. I breathed heavily, coughing and massaging my throat when she added "And if you really do have a talent like this then I will certainly make use of you. So now come on drive." I took a few seconds to catch my breath and reached for the car keys, I turned on the engine again and drove. I was too afraid to even move a muscle and just looked straight ahead, still shaking.

Fuck...fuck...What was I thinking? Why did I tell her that she can get rid of me? Do I have that much confidence that I will always get away with it? What the fuck is wrong with me? In the past 24 hours, she tried to kill me more than once. She is a damn psycho. Wake up, Alex. Wake up!! I have to stay away from her or at least out of her way.

Suddenly while screaming internally at my stupidity, I felt something hitting my shirt. I looked down where a tiny spot formed. Then I felt another one rolling down my face and I realized that I was shedding tears. Tears of fear that had formed when I thought that the end was close. I frantically wiped my eyes using my arm and I accidentally looked toward that sick bitch who was admiring me with an expressionless look.

When our eyes met she quickly turned her face and looked outside again, supporting her head in the palm of her hand. I looked back forward and we didn't say a word to each other after this. We drove in silence for more than half an hour until she finally opened her mouth again "Stop there" she ordered, pointing at a cafe "we are going to sit inside for a while."

I simply nodded and proceeded to park close to that coffee shop. She took her guns out, placing them into the glove box and we went inside sitting on the farthest table. There, a waitress came to us and I ordered a cup of coffee. However, Ezra didn't even bother to look at the waitress or answer her, so I just asked for some water for that psycho and sent her away.

She sat there across me, her arms folded, looking at the ceiling, and then closed her eyes. I moved my attention away from her and looked around. It was a decent place. Well managed, clean, and cozy. The walls were painted in many colors which made you feel like you were sitting around a piece of art but not many tables were occupied, probably because people were already at work or at school at this time of the day.

"When are you going to ask?" Ezra suddenly said, still in the same position and I decided to ignore her mind games and kept looking around, trying to figure out this place's name and location to give it a second visit...If I ever had the chance.

She opened her eyes, straightened her position, and hit the table hard enough with her hand that most of the customers turned around and looked in our direction."FUCKING ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!!!" She shouted, fury in her eyes.

I turned my head slowly to look at her and answered calmly "Why would I want to ask you anything? You know what you're doing, don't you? And plus, I'm just a hostage." I added sarcastically.

She laid back in her seat and crossed her arms again, calming down "Tsk...are you still mad? That's why you're acting like a child? Ignoring me won't make me stop talking, honey."

"I can see that" I replied, still in my sarcastic tone.

She was about to add something when I was saved by the waitress's arrival. She placed my coffee and a cup of water on the table and flashed me a very sweet smile, tucking loose hair behind her ear when I thanked her. She turned around leaving and I remarked that Ezra looked at her from head to toe with a disgusted look on her face "hah...that poor thing must have thought that you are having an argument with your girlfriend and tried to make a move on you. So sad." She made a sad face.

"What are you talking about?" I asked innocently "Anyway, about what you said. I know we are waiting for someone and not just chilling in a Cafe."

"Wow. Did your magical talent tell you this?" She continued talking when I didn't answer "Yes. We are waiting for a guy who's going to bring us new passports."

"Wait what? How is that possible? You barely decided that we are going to Romania an hour ago and I didn't see you make any calls."

"What do you think Roy is here for? Complain all day about everything and spend hours on his phone? I would have killed him a long time ago if the guy wasn't a beast in connections and relationships. He literally can go and have tea with the queen of England if he wants to."

"Shit...who the hell is he?" I whispered to myself.

"You don't need to know that. Anyway, keep it down now, and don't talk shit cuz our guy is here."

I moved my gaze where Ezra was looking and saw a man with black pants, a black hoody, a black hat, and a mask covering most of his face, walking towards our table. He sat down next to Ezra and lowered his mask "Hey baby. How are you doing? Long time no see." He saluted, checking Ezra out "Fuck. You're getting sexier every time I see you. How do you do that?"

"For starters, I wear normal clothes that don't scream 'I'm a creep take me to jail please'." She replied giving him a reproaching look.

"Yeah. Still The hard-to-get type huh? Come on, drop the act and go on a night out with me. I promise you won't regret it." He said the last sentence in a whisper, getting his face closer to hers and for some reason, I felt my anger rising and clenched my hand into a fist under the table.

That's when Ezra decided that she had enough of his bullshit and in a swift move, she grabbed his ear hard, twisted it, and slammed his face into the table, making him moan in pain. "I'm sorry but I don't do ugly boys with an IQ lower than a chicken. So now, shut the fuck up and hand me the stuff or I will cut your dick off with a fork and push it into your asshole so that you realize how small your pitful dick actually is."

"Alright!! Alright!! I'm sorry. Just get off me!" He pleaded in fear, struggling under her hold. She let him go and he sat back, taking a paper bag from under his clothes and handing it to Ezra "sheesh...you still can't take a joke" he complained.

She opened it and went through the fake passports and tickets, then put them back into the bag. "Good. You can fuck off now. Roy will pay your boss later." She said, gesturing for him to leave.

He was about to leave when his gaze stopped on me and he frowned "Who the fuck is he?" Ezra answered before I got the chance to "None of your concern. Get lost."

But the guy didn't compel and asked again, getting closer to me "He doesn't look like a fighter. Is he your fuck boy? That's why you keep on rejecting me?"

What the hell is wrong with that guy? Damn it...the entire shop can hear him.

"Alex. Go and grab me a fork. Everyone wants to test my limits today." She snarled giving him a deadly stare.

"Fine...I'm leaving. But you have no taste. He is not that handsome." He complained, finally leaving for good.

After getting rid of the guy, I kept looking at her, lost in my thoughts until she returned my look and asked "What?"

"You called me by my name."

She kept a blank expression until she grinned and said sarcastically "Are you going to blush like a high school girl then?"

"No, it's just weird. You've never called me by my name."

"Oh yeah," she stopped talking for a second "Don't get used to it. I don't like your name, it doesn't suit you. I won't say it again." She spoke quickly, getting up, putting a fifty-dollar bill on the table, and walking away.

"Hey!! Wait for me" I cried, following after her, nodding toward the waitress on my way out when I heard something that made me stop and turn around. It was the morning news on the TV and the reporter was speaking about what happened yesterday at the jail.

Suddenly my mind went blank, my mouth agape, I stood there fixing the screen where both my face and Ezra's were displayed, with the label 'extremely dangerous fugitives call the police if you encounter them'. I quickly turned around and ran towards the door while the waitress looked at me and then at the screen, trying to compare us.

I reached the car door, opened it, and settled in, out of breath."What the hell? What took you so long?" she questioned and I didn't answer, frantically trying to take out the car keys from my pocket.

"Hey, you!! Are you ignoring me again? I swear to god I will-"

"SHUT UP!!!" I roared "It's all your fault!! Our faces are all over the news!! They are searching for us. I think some of the people inside recognized us!!"

"Is that all?" She complained.

"What?"

"What did you expect, moron? That they will just let us be? Of course, they're searching for us and that's one more reason to get the hell out of here. So come on, drive if you don't want to wake up in jail."

At her request, I started the car finally and crushed the gas pedal driving at full speed. "What are we going to do now? How are we going to pass the airport's security system?"

"Don't worry about this. We have people there," she answered calmly.

"What?! Who the hell are you working for?!" She had a half smile and shrugged.

We got to the airport in five minutes. Ezra asked me to park and wait inside the car. "Why are we still wasting time? The cops are going to be here any moment now." I complained, looking around anxiously.

"God!! Stop nagging!! You have been a fugitive for a little more than 24 hours. I have been doing this for fourteen years, so shut the fuck up or I will shut you up!!"

"FOURTEEN YEARS!? How old are you!?" I shouted, widening my eyes. She raised her hand to slap my mouth shut but was stopped by a light knock on the window's glass next to her. There was a man outside wearing a security outfit gesturing for her to roll down the window.

I thought that was the end of the road, and my heart thumped hard in my chest. Meanwhile, she opened her window and he bent down placing his arms on the edge "Hey Ezra. Roy contacted me. You are in deep shit, aren't you?"

"Yeah...you can put it that way."

"Fine. Both of you follow me and don't say or do anything stupid. You barely have a few minutes before the system receives your pictures and stops you from passing. So make it quick."

He stepped away from the door and Ezra got out. The security guy handed her a suitcase and she hid her weapons inside under some clothes that were already there. We walked inside the airport and he took our passports and tickets, then came back a few minutes later with all the procedures done.

Damn, what the hell did I get myself into? These people are really powerful and dangerous.

"Come on. There is a flight leaving in five minutes. Go to gate number 7 and get out of here fast. I will tell the hostess to allow you to keep the luggage with you. Good luck." He ordered, pointing towards the gate in question, and walked away.

We went to gate 7, half walking-half running. We presented the tickets to the hostess and we were going to go in when Ezra started laughing. I looked at her with a questioning look and she gestured with her head to look the other way.

Tell me that's not true...How? How did he get here? Why him? Fuck my life...I cursed when I saw a tall angry middle-aged man followed by two officers who just made their entrance to the airport. He was tall enough to be distinguished easily among the mass of people. Yes, it was none other than the Commander himself. And thanks to our - I mean my - bad luck, our gazes met. He widened his eyes and then frowned deeply, moving fast past the wall of people, screaming at them to free the way.

Ezra smiled and waved at him to piss him off while whispering to me "Run! Now!"