Page 38 of Siren's Game

Then I quickly round the car to jump into the driver's seat and off we are, a car with Sven's team right behind us.

Three streets away from our parking spot, I get a call from him. "Yeah?" I answer via the Bluetooth console.

"Drive around for a bit, you're being followed." I gulp and my eyes dart to the rear-view mirror.

"Oh, come on," Kayla groans, letting her head fall against the backrest and I have to agree. Following us? Now that’s just overkill.

"Alright," I answer with a sigh and turn into the opposite direction of where we need to go. "Thank you, Sven. I can't say I've been in a real car chase before."

"You're doing the speed limit, not really a 'chase,' is it?" Kayla chuckles and turns in her seat to look behind us. "All I see are your security guys."

"Behind us,” Sven chimes in before he ends the call.

I turn again. I'm keeping my eye on the cars behind us, and the longer we drive, the more nervous I become. Then I get another call.

"Yes?"

"This is Sven again. At the next traffic light, we will block the car behind us from following. We’ve determined it’s only one car, so that should hopefully be it."

"Alright, boss. Thank you." Kayla ends the call on the center console, turning to look behind us anxiously.

The next traffic light approaches and just to our luck, it's starting to turn from green to yellow already as we get closer. I floor the gas pedal to make it. Sven behind us speeds up as well, until he makes an emergency stop right in front of the light, forcing the car behind him to stop as well as we fly over the intersection.

"Just in case, would you like to come to my place for a bit?"

She shoots me a sharp glare, making me chuckle. "Just until we're sure that no one else is following us."

"I don't know." She sighs. "I have some song writing I need to do."

"You can do it at my place if you want? I'll have Van deliver a guitar really quickly. You play guitar, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then it's decided."

Asher

It'sweirdtoseeKayla in my space. Well, my parents’ space that I’m currently living in.

The apartment actually belongs to my dad. He and my mom use it whenever they come to the city for charity dinners and the like and want to spend the night.

When I heard that Luca and I would be staying in Philly for a while, I all but begged Van to let me use this apartment and have Luca in another one in the same house. It might not be my own apartment, but I always stay here when I’m in town. It’s familiar, has great security and honestly, I wouldn’t want to live in the same building as all of the other players. And after a while, you get sick of hotel rooms. I couldn’t live in the same one for months. Not a chance.

The fact that Luca is my next-door-neighbour is just a happy coincidence though.

Kayla seems unsure as she roams my living room, curiously glancing at everything her eyes find.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Water, please." She fans herself, her face still a bright red from the alcohol in the restaurant. "I really like your apartment."

"Thank you."

"It's pretty, but not in a 'straight out of an interior design magazine' way like Millie's and mine." She sighs and lets her eyes wander over some of the artworks on the wall. A sense of pride makes my heart grow warm. I like that she likes it here.

"It's actually my dad's apartment, so that might explain it."

"Oh really?" Her eyes grow wide, and she looks around the room once more.

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