Chapter 67: Unexpected Event

< Shirley >
I couldn't believe that I was sitting face to face with Dylan's uncle, who was a supervisory special agent of the FBI, also someone who turned his back on his nephew and niece when they were on the brink of death.
"Do you remember me now, Ms. Hamilton?" Tristar asked.
Undoubtedly, he was that guy from the carnival who held me at gunpoint. Now that I was seeing his face, I remembered his name too, the guy from Manitoba who was trying to frame Dylan for an attempt to murder Ryan. He wanted to put Dylan behind bars. Considering he was the brother of Uncle Xander, I wasn't surprised anymore.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, trying not to sound like I wanted to scream and run out of here.
"Same as last time. Information about Dylan Lewiston." Tristar entwined his palms and stared at me intimidatingly.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Sorry, but I haven't got any." With that, I slammed the bill on the table and got up to leave.
"You're making a mistake, Ms. Shirley Hamilton. That brat will only cause your demise. If you don't have a death wish, cooperate with us," Tristar spoke up.
I turned around and flashed him a tight-lipped smile. This person already guessed about my feelings for Dylan, so there was no point hiding. "I will gladly die for him," I said and walked out as fast as I could since I felt multiple eyes on me.
I took a deep breath and got in my car. Since it was a holiday, I headed over to Dylan's mansion.
I was getting a very bad vibe. I couldn't concentrate on my driving, either. The messages of Mr. Creepy Stalker had started again from my birthday. Unlike the earlier times, they came more creepily, especially in the moments after I hung out with Dylan.
Two days ago after Dylan walked me back to my apartment, I received a really cryptic voice message. It said, "Enjoy till it lasts because your time with him is coming to an end very soon."
Now there were agents following me around as well. It was as if we were being cornered.
Finally, I reached Dylan's mansion. Before I entered, I heard some huffing and panting nearby. I followed the source of sound to find Dylan and Xavier playing tennis on the court.
"Geez, Dylan, you could let me win for once. Don't forget I taught you how to play," Xavier complained, wiping his sweat off his forehead.
"Why don't you try snatching the victory from me, coach?" Dylan responded and got ready to serve the ball.
"I'm going to win this time for sure. Just you wait, Dylie." Xavier sounded confident whereas I watched the two of them from behind.
"I swear, if you call me that ridiculous name again, I will not go easy on you," Dylan warned, and I held back a chuckle. That name really was a troll to vex him.
"We should play football, instead of tennis." Xavier pouted as Dylan serviced the tennis ball.
"Yeah, right, just two of us. It's going to be fun as heck. I'm already gloating over it," Dylan mocked.
"Don't you know? One and one is eleven," I said, stepping in, making Dylan turn his head towards me. The ball went right past him and crossed the boundary making Xavier jump up in victory.
"I fucking won!" Xavier ran up to me and tackled me in a brief hug. "I love you, Shilly. What would I do without you?"
"Fuck, I lost," Dylan cried out and pointed his racket at me in accusation. "You freaking distraction!" I clicked my tongue at him.
"Sir Xavier, Lady Sienna is calling you," a guard informed me.
"Okay, see you later, Shilly. And bye, loser—oops, I mean, Dylie." Xavier gave a mocking salute to Dylan, forcing him to thrash his tennis racket on the ground.
"Aww, is Dylie baby angry?" I cooked.
"Who the fuck is Dylie baby? Are you a bloody dinosaur or what?" I wheezed at the mention of Dina, the girl who annoyed the crap out of him.
"I'm not Dina, thank you very much. I'm Shirley. And you're Dylie baby." I let out a meek laugh.
Dylan pulled me closer by tugging at my arm. I clashed onto his chest, making the distance between our bodies next to nothing.
"Listen, I'm just Dylan. It's Dylan, not Dylie or Dylie baby or whatsoever. My actual name sounds better from your mouth, so don't ever revert to sugarcoating my name like that. Get it?" He asked, and I nodded as though I was in a complete trance. "So say it now." He brought his face closer to mine, letting his warm breath send a tingling sensation.
"Dylan..."
"Yes, Shirley?" His lips were just mere inches away from mine. Our lips would have touched if only we didn't hear a loud squeal.
"Oh, my holy flipping goose! My OTP sailed!" Xavier screamed and ran inside to brag about it. That idiot.
Both of us parted away from each other and made a good distance of ten feet.
After a few awkward seconds, I decided to say, "Didn't you say you were gonna intensify our training since the tournament is coming near? As today is a holiday, we can spend the whole day training."
"Uh, that's actually a good idea," he started thinking deeply before saying, "Then it will be better if we use the racing field in the north. It's much advanced, but it's a bit far away from here. With our speed, we will be there in no time," Dylan proposed, and I nodded my head.
I followed him as he went to change his tennis outfit, though I must admit, those black shorts and sleeveless tee, along with his little sweat beads on his forehead, made him look hotter.
I started making small talks with Sienna and Xavier in the living room. Xavier was just jumping up and down in excitement as his so-called OTP sailed. I literally had to stuff two candies in his mouth to shut him up.
"Shirley, let's go," Dylan informed me, and I shot a smile at them before getting up. He has changed into a brown jacket, white t-shirt, and blue jeans. "Uh, that reminds me. Xavier, did you bring extra bullets?"
"Crap, I forgot. Sorry. I promise, I will go get it from the base right now," Xavier exclaimed and ran out in a hurry.
Dylan sighed and started marching outside with me. "What's wrong?" I inquired, seeing the tensed look on his face.
"I don't have enough bullets. My magazine is practically empty. If someone ambushes me, I'm toasted," he hissed.
I chuckled and suggested, "Why don't you take some other gun?"
"Personally, I only have two licensed guns. I forgot the other one in the HQ," he said and both of us got inside the car.
"Talk about being careless," I rebuked and frowned, not liking the feeling of it.
"I make mistakes too, idiot," he grumbled and pressed the accelerator and pulled the gear lever, starting the car.
"Thank goodness, you know that."
We were bickering on the way as usual to the northern racing field. Everything was going smoothly until we entered the woods area. The shades of the tall trees were giving it a serene look.
My phone buzzed when I was telling a joke to Dylan. I frowned and checked the message.
Mr. Creepy Stalker: "It's about time you become mine finally, sweetheart."
"What the—" I let out of anger.
"Is something bothering?" Dylan asked with concern.
"Not at all." I flashed him an assuring smile. He gave me a weird look before shrugging it off.
My gut feeling told me to look at the side view mirror as my breathing got shallow and my heartbeat was fastening.
As expected, there was one black SUV. I glanced at Dylan who was looking at the side view mirror as well. He pulled the gear lever, accelerating the speed drastically.
"Shirley, take my phone and call Tim or Jeremiah," Dylan ordered and I took out his phone from his jeans pocket and phoned Tim.
The irritating woman started, "The number you're trying to reach is currently—" I dialed Jeremiah's number and got the same reply.
"Fuck," Dylan cursed. I glanced at the side mirror and there were more SUVs now. "Shirley, swap places."
"What? But that's risky," I voiced out. If we did that, what if the car got out of control and crashed in the meantime?
"I need to get rid of them. It's now or never. Please, Shirley." My lips quivered, yet I nodded reluctantly.
We swapped places while doing so our bodies brushed against each other closely which made me flustered. However, it wasn't the right time to think about it though.
We fastened our seat belts immediately and took our respective position.
"You need to dodge the bullets," Dylan instructed, taking out his gun, and started firing behind. However, it only had three bullets. I had no idea what he was going to do with that.
As always, Dylan found an easier solution to it and aimed for the tire of each SUV, resulting in them clashing with each other. However, the people inside started firing back.
It was hard for me to concentrate with all the firings, resulting in me driving in a zigzag to avoid the bullets.
Dylan opened the glove box and his eyes widened. "Shit, it's not mine." It was my car.
I felt the car go out of control as the accelerator refused to work. The tire was punctured, making the car come to a halt in the middle of nowhere.
Both of us stated in horror, "We are dead."