Safehouse (A BWWM Billionaire Romance)(2)By: Mia Caldwell
Instead of a gunshot, there was a loud thump. When I finally opened my eyes, the man had been tackled by two huge men who were both trying to wrestle the gun away from him. A shot fired out, then two. I could see the cold-eyed man pulling himself out from under his dead attackers, but I didn’t hesitate this time. I launched myself into the elevator and hammered the ground floor button.
Every single moment that happened from there was just a random piece of my memory, trying to fit in to the puzzle that led me to where I was now. On a plane, heading for a completely new life somewhere in France. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, there was no more Amira Jackson. The news said I died in that hotel hallway, and witness protection was going to make sure I stayed dead.
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The flight attendant’s voice came over the PA system, announcing our arrival at Paris-Charles De Gaulle. I frowned, not sure whether I should wait until Agent Wilson came to help me out, or if I was to wait once I got inside the airport. I could barely remember anything the grumpy government worker had told me right before we boarded on the plane. The plane descended slowly, tilting downward and causing my stomach to twist and turn on itself. I had sworn up and down my whole life that I would never fly in a plane, yet there I was doing just that. I was not a happy camper.
I nearly grabbed the brown paper bag in front of me, watching helplessly as the ground came rushing up at us, the city of Paris lighting up before my very eyes. After the feeling subsided, I wondered what time it was there in France. I never thought I would need to know that kind of thing, at least not before I was put under witness protection.
Unbuckling my seatbelt, I glanced up and down the long aisles looking for Agent Wilson. He was dressed up as your typical tourist, trying to blend in. Finally I caught sight of him, his baseball cap pulled down low over his forehead. Is he still sleeping?
I waited for most of the plane to empty before standing up to grab my bags overhead. Agent Wilson was still in the exact same position, not moving. Even though I knew I shouldn’t worry, dread was starting to unfurl deep in my stomach. I’d been so paranoid and full of anxiety lately. This whole thing had taken over my life in more ways than one.
I quietly walked up to the man responsible for my safety and tapped him on the shoulder to see if he was awake. He tilted his head back and glanced up at me from under his hat.
“Have a nice flight?”
I pursed my lips and scoffed, knowing damn well he was being completely sarcastic to me.
“Well, we didn’t die, so that’s always a plus.”
My agent’s face was grim, nodding. “Too true, too true. Let’s keep the record going, shall we?”
He escorted me off the plane and we walked into the booming airport, filled with thousands of people running back and forth speaking a language I couldn’t begin to decipher. I sighed, already missing home.
We picked up the rental car that the U.S. government happily paid for on my behalf and took off into the night. I knew my body was tired, but my mind was buzzing full of hectic frenzy. I wasn’t willing to sleep anytime soon.
It didn’t take long for us to arrive at the small dingy hotel we were staying at for the night, and I was finally looking forward to relaxing. When we picked up the single room key, I was quickly changing my mind. The whole lack of privacy thing is a big issue for me.
“I know what you’re thinking Miss Jackson,” Agent Wilson said in a low tone, “but there’s nothing we can do. I have to keep a watchful eye over you, and I can’t do that if you’re in the next room over. As awkward as this will be, just know that I am trying to be professional here.”
I rolled my eyes at the use of my new pseudonym. Of course they would choose some stupid new name for me. Bree Jackson. I spent a few days fuming over that, once the detective that headed my case gave over my new identity file. Flipping through it made me feel like I was on the outside of my life, looking in. Of course I was grateful for the help—and for being under the protection of Agent Wilson—but all I really wanted to do was to get my mind off of everything that had gone down over the past few months.