Page 28 of Kidnapped

“If we wanted to, we could have easily taken him by now,” I reply.

Jensen shrugs, “I know. Not everyone thinks like we do though, because most people don’t have to. We have to be so much more aware, just because of who we are and the kind of shit we do.”

“Yeah, okay, you make a good point, but still, he’s not even trying to make sure that we’re not following him,” I reply with a frown.

We turn down the same aisle as he’s in, and Jensen grins at me. I don’t have any time to ask what he’s got in mind because that smile definitely means that he’s up to something; it’s the same one that he smiled when he started a mud pie fight when we were seven, and it hasn’t changed since.

Before I can question him, or maybe and most likely caution him, he clears his throat loudly. We’re the only ones in the aisle with Ryan, and his gaze immediately snaps in our direction.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, dropping the snacks that he had and rushing to the till where his friends are already queuing.

“What’s up, Ryan?” A tall guy asks, glancing at us as we step into the queue behind them.

He looks away and Ryan glances at us, I let my face fall into my scary blank expression as the guys call it and shake my head, warning him not to say a word. Jensen clears his throat and moves his jacket slightly so the hilt of a knife is only just visible. The cameras won’t pick up on it, especially since he’s already noted where they are and has angled his body in a way that they can’t see anything.

Ryan gulps, and manages to stutter out, “N-nothing, I’m good.”

His friend eyes him curiously and glances at us again; we both smile pleasantly as I say, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he replies, utterly oblivious that Ryan is practically having a heart attack next to him.

That’s as far as the conversation goes as he turns back around and then steps up to pay for his shit. Ryan faces forward as well and studiously doesn’t look back at us, but it must go against all of his instincts to do so. His back is rigid, and his hands keep clenching and unclenching at his sides, a slight tremor running through them.

We pay for our stuff as they leave the store, and we hang about for a few minutes longer as Jensen gets some more snacks for the road trip home; we stay just long enough for him to think that we aren’t going to follow him anymore before we step out and look either way. They’re easy to spot since they aren’t exactly walking fast, although from the looks of it, Ryan is trying to get them to speed up, and they’re all looking at him like he’s losing it.

Which, to be quite honest, he may be.

They’re heading back toward the diner, and we follow further back than we were following him before. This time, he does look around regularly and quickly finds us. This time though, neither of us acknowledges him, we don’t wave or smile, we just continue after him. He gradually gets more nervous before he gets to his car, practically throwing himself inside and earning more perplexed looks from his friends.

He agitatedly taps the steering wheel as his friends all get in the car, and I realize that they either all got dropped off in town by their parents or they’re leaving their cars in town while they go and do whatever they’re planning to do next.

They take so long that Jensen and I manage to walk right by his door, smirking slightly as his grip on the steering wheel tightens before we walk behind his car and head to the truck, the others are already inside and waiting to go, which is a good thing because Ryans speeds off just as we get into the truck. Unlike him, Trick pulls away calmly, even letting a few cars get between us and them. If he looked closely enough he’d be able to spot us, and I have a feeling that after the mistake of not paying attention to his surroundings before, he’s going to be more aware of where we are now.

Chapter Nineteen

Cash

“Everything good?” Trick asks as we take all the turns that Ryan does.

Jensen chuckles, “Yeah, he’s shitting himself and has no idea what we’re doing.”

“It’s making him really fucking twitchy,” I add.

Rafe chuckles and signs, “Good, that’s what we want.”

"It doesn’t help that Jensen flashed him one of his knives,” I add with a smirk.

Jensen shakes his head, “That definitely wasn’t what terrified him, Cash did his blank scary stare.”

Trick grins, “Yeah, that’ll do it.”

The car falls silent as we continue to follow him, and it's not long until they pull into the parking lot of a park and all get out.We park a few spaces down from them, but there’s absolutely no doubt that he sees us.

“Are we getting out?” Rafe asks.

Trick nods, “Yeah, we may as well; we want him to know that we’re still here.”

We spend the rest of the day keeping a close eye on him in the park. He doesn’t really do much else, and the guys that he’s hanging around with don’t notice us, despite having spoken to Jensen and me in the store, it just goes to show how unobservant the average person is. At one point, Jensen gets bored enough that he starts cleaning his fingernails with one of his knives, which seems to absolutely terrify Ryan, and gives Jensen a kick. We have to remind him that he really shouldn’t be doing that in a public park though, and he reluctantly puts it away.

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