Fifty Four

It's been a few minutes since Jaxton drove out of the garage of the hotel I'm staying at, or maybe an hour. He drove around the city for a long while, trying to make sure that he lost any tail. I could tell from the way he was weaving through the traffic and the communication between him and his men.

I place my head against the window, watching the city pass by. At first when Jaxton had started his drive around the city, I had cursed, screamed - anything to get him to let me off. He had continued on, acting as if no one was in the car with him, talk more of a screaming banshee. That was literally what I turned into.

I was calm now, though, more because I was tired of screaming than because I decided not to scream anymore. I watch as the remote trail turned once again into the bustling city center.

" Are we clear?" Jaxton asked. He had a covert earpiece on, with which he communicates with his men.

They must have given him a reply, because he nods and soon we were diverting to the ri