All On Contract

Chapter 124 - It's Just The Four Of Us Now

"Well, Liam and Andrew are nice." He states.

"Oh yeah?" I mumble as I reach for my wine glass. "What about the rest?" I ask.

"I don't know them that well." He shrugs. "Well, apart from Jacob who also seems cool." He says as he sits up. "And Jays alright too." He shrugs.

"I don't know why Jay is so comfortable around you." I say as I sit up, making him look away from me quickly. "He never likes anyone." I add, making him look away from me.

"Probably cause of the fame." He says.

"No." I shake my head. "My brother knows many famous faces." I say. "Is there something going on with Jay that I should maybe know about?" I ask and watch him shift in his seat.

When I was in hospital after the attack or at home recovering, Jay would always be hanging around with Marshall, Jay even stayed at his house.

What if Jay is part of the contract? No...He couldn't be. He would never take part in something so evil and stupid. But what if he knows about the contract...But then again, how would he know? Marshall wouldn't tell him and Karla would never tell him, just like Nick wouldn't.

If Jay does know then he is in danger. Big danger!

I just got my brother back after more than ten years and now I might lose him all over again if Marshall and I get caught. I might lose Nick, Karla and Marshall too and everyones else that I love.

"No." Marshall says, making me snap out of my thoughts.

"What?" I ask and look up at him.

"I said no..." He answers slowly before his brows knit together in confusion. "You asked me a question." He says slowly.

"Right. I did." I say as I sit up. I don't remember asking him a question. "It's getting late. "We should go." I say as I reach for my purse. Ever since my memory has come back, I hate the thought of staying out late and right now, it's almost 11:45am.

"Are you okay?" Marshall asks.

"Yeah. I'm tired that's all." I shrug as I watch Marshall slowly stand up.

***

I unclips my belt when the private jet lands before Marshall and I get up from our seats. We stay quiet as we grab our luggage and smile at the flight attendants who walk past us.

Marshall leads the way out once we're don't grabbing our belongings  but before I make it towards the exit, he quickly stops and closes the curtin, making me knit my brows together.

"What are you doing?" I ask as I watch him close all the window shutters. He looks around before he takes a step towards me. "Marshall? What are you doing?" I ask him again.

Instead of answering me, he grabs my hand and walks past me before he pulls me behind him. He slides the door open to the toilet and looks left and right before he pushes me in. He steps in next to me and closes the door behind himself.

"They probably have camera or mics everywhere." He says.

"If they have camera's, they probably saw you drag me in here." I say as I fold my arms across my chest.

"Doesn't matter. At least they won't hear our conversation." He says as I lean back against the sink.

"Why did you drag me in here?" I ask.

"In order for us to be together we can't act like a couple infront of our managers." He tells me, making me nod.

"Yes. I know that." I shrug.