CHAPTER ELEVEN
1172 Words
MORRISON
The way Quinn looked at me. I knew something had changed in my face.
I tried to keep it subtle, but she was too smart and didn’t miss it.
I slipped the phone back into my pocket and thought of the best possible ways to convince her to come with me.
If my head of security said she was in danger, then she really was, and the earlier I acted, the better.
I was not unaware of the fact that Jasper was keeping tabs on her just as I did. In fact, he had more seasoned hands and the resources.
I was extra careful myself. So, reading the texts, it shifted me a little.
“Five minutes,” Quinn reminded, her voice very calm.
My eyes lifted slowly to her, darker and sharper.
“We don’t have five minutes anymore, Quinn.”
“And what is it?”
I hesitated, “You need to pack.”
Her brows furrowed slightly. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t need to repeat myself, Quinn,” I walked closer and reached for her, fingers closing around her shoulder.
“I just got a message. We need to leave now. You are in danger.”
She shrugged me off immediately and stepped back. As if I were the actual danger and not what was coming.
“What message and on whose authority?”
My jaw tightened. “On the authority of keeping you alive.”
The silence was unsettling and heavy. I held her gaze, searching for any sign of fear and uncertainty. But I saw none. She was hard, tough and unyielding.
At that point, I asked myself if Jasper could harm her truly, or if I was just afraid he would take her away from my sight.
I snapped myself. Why was I beginning to care about her presence?
I was here for my own pound of flesh.
“Tell me,” her voice was firm, “what happened?”
“Jasper is on his way here,” I said without hesitation.
She frowned, not out of fear but realization. Her forehead twisted with a visible line. Many questions were obviously in her head.
“That is not possible,” she said, “he doesn’t know—”
My hands rose and dropped loudly on my side. “Quinn,” I called, “How is it possible that I am here? Jasper has his ways for heaven's sake.”
She paused. Her fingers curled slightly at her side.
“Why would he come here?” she asked.
Always inquisitive and calculating. It pissed me off sometimes.
My gaze didn’t leave her. “Because you walked away,” I paused, “you know, Jasper, he doesn’t give up easily.”
“We are divorced,” she said, defiantly.
Just then, a distant sound cut through the air, faint but growing and approaching.
Sounds of accelerating engines, more than one. My head tilted slightly as I listened.
My eyes snapped back to her, “They are close.”
Suddenly, I could see the small look of alertness in her eyes. The atmosphere shifted immediately.
“Inside. Let's go.” I commanded.
This time, she yielded immediately. My inner self was satisfied when she shifted her legs.
Quinn was beginning to be too daring.
Whatever was giving her audacity, I would find out.
The moment we stepped into the apartment, the tension heightened.
I quickly scanned the place, almost with precision. “Where is the exit?” I asked.
“There isn’t one,” she said flatly.
My jaw dropped. The sound kept on ringing, becoming clearer with each second that passed.
Before we could say jack, doors slammed and knobs turned. By this time, Quinn had already crashed into a chair beside us.
It got me so upset. How did she not think of her safety a bit, despite the impending danger?
“Who exactly are you, Quinn?” I was appalled.
“What?”
“There is something I am not understanding. But I will find out.” I thundered.
“They are here.”
“Let them come,” she said, “what does he want?”
“You. The child.”
Just then, a sharp knock hit the door, loud, impolite and demanding.
“Quinn!”
Jasper called, his voice loud and urgent.
“I know you are in there. Open up.”
Silence filled the room. My gaze flicked to her. “Do not open that door,” I whispered.
Her eyes met mine. “And if I do?”
Damn it! Why was she making this too difficult?
Another knock landed on the door, louder this time. My fingers twitched slightly.
“Morrison, if I don’t open that door, this escalates,” she said, “I am not a fugitive that should be running from Jasper.”
I stepped forward. “You open that door, you lose control.”
She exhaled and stood up, adjusting her wear fashionably. “I will handle this.”
My breath caught, and my eyes darkened. “Quinn—”
I could stop her. But I didn’t.
Quinn walked slowly to the door. By now, the knock had stopped, and anticipation was building in the air. She reached for the handle, paused and clicked it open.
I remained inside, observing. I also texted my men to back down but to be on alert, just in case.
Outside, I could see Jasper. He stood there, eyes sharp, breathing uneven and control hanging by a thread.
His men were by his side. Something told me they knew I was here, and that was the reason they came prepared.
Quinn closed the door behind her, and I quickly shifted to the window.
“What are you doing here?” Quinn asked.
“I am here for what is mine,” Jasper replied.
“You don’t own anything here.”
“Quinn,” Jasper called dangerously, “if you think you can take my baby, my blood away from me, it will not happen. Not while I am alive.”
“Get out of here, or I will call the Police.”
Jasper laughed loudly. “And what do you think they'll do?”
I stood still, listening to the conversation get heated.
He stepped forward, close and fast and then grabbed her.
“Get your hands off me! Leave me…” she struggled, harder than he expected.
That was enough. I stepped out.
Jasper paused when he saw me.
“You.”
I smiled slowly. “Miss me?”
“And what the hell is he doing here?”
I stood there, calm with a bloodshot eye. Did he really think he would always outsmart me forever? Because he succeeded the first time? Not any longer.
“Interesting,” I laughed with my hands wide open, “I mean, look who we have here.”
I paused.
“Why are you here, Jasper?”
He looked at me dangerously. “You don’t know who I really am.”
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