CHAPTER 7

They walk up to the car and slip onto their seats. Inside was a tinted divider that hid the driver from the passengers. Denven felt a lump in his throat, his gut telling him something was wrong. He looks over at Mark who was busy tapping on his phone, messaging someone from France. 

The car drives off for a few hours and Denven sees the sign to the private airport entrance that they missed. He knocked on the glass to get the driver's attention but he was being ignored.

"Hey! We missed the entrance, turn around!" Denven shouts, Mark looks up at the commotion happening before him.

He looks around and notices in panic that they were going the wrong way.

"Oi, who are you?" Mark shouts, slamming his hand on the glass. 

The car stops in a halt in the middle of an empty road that leads to a toll gate, without a thought, Denven pulls Mark out of the car and dashes towards the bushes. From behind were a few gunshots that were being aimed at them. 

"Stay down!" Denven ducks down low as he can, whilst holding Mark's neck pushing him down to his level.

"Call the cops and have them know where we are" Denven orders Mark who was shaking in fear for his life.

"Do you have your gun?" Mark asks, panicking in the moment. 

"I have it with me, now call the cops or we'll be dead" Denven screamingly whispered at Mark, irritated by his terrified ass thinking this man literally insulted him this morning.

He pulls Mark behind a tree, pulling out his gun and checking for bullets. It had full ammo that made Denven sigh in relief. Glancing over Mark who was tearfully dialing 911, he looks arouns his surroundings still ducked over.

 A shot from his side on the tree was taken which made them jump from their spot. They quickly moved to another tree and Mark looked up at Denven who was busy trying to find the enemy.

"They're coming, they say to go to the toll gate as fast as we can" Mark explains, scared for his life. Denven nods and pulls Mark in a crawling position.

Running towards the road, they huff quietly as they could without a shot or the driver in disguise on sight. As they step on to the cemented way, Denven agitatedly waves at the toll gate and sees a few police cars rolling towards them.

They quickly ran towards the vehicle, Denven held Mark on his arm since he ran after him. Just then a shot was heard from behind that scraped Denven's arm. Behind was a masked man in one of Mark's driver's uniform all bloodied and torn. Before the driver could even take another shot at them, Denven swung his gun smoothly at him and shot him on the shoulder. Mark still ran and was safely taken by the cops, getting pulled by the paramedics. Police swooped in immediately as the driver fell on his butt, screaming and holding on to his shoulder. 

Denven was then pulled by one of the police officers and was about to be handcuffed when Mark screams out.

"No! He's my bodyguard, he saved me!"

Mark sat quietly inside the police car beside Denven. They interrogated Denven for having a gun and Mark had to do paperwork to let them off the hook for the firearm. Though the gun was named and licensed to Denven, they still ushered for Mark to sign a few documents for formality. 

The driver ,however, was a spy that was sent by a rival company to take Mark out. It had nothing to do with his trip to France, but since Mark was terrified out of his mind he canceled their meeting and chose to stay to wait for them to meet at his mansion.

"I'm very sorry for the inconveniences, Mr. Addams. Hope you have a great evening" The lady officer smiled at Mark and he only nodded in response. 

Denven steps out and opens Mark's door, helping him out of the car. Waving their goodbye, they walk to the paved road to the mansion. Mark coughs, clearing his throat to get Denven's attention.

"You did good, but don't think you're getting it easy with me just because you saved my life again" Mark says, rolling his eyes at Denven who was cheekily grinning.

"Don't get it through your head" he adds, groaning in irritation at Denven who was trying to hide his smile.

"If anything, this should be an ordinary day for you. It's part of your job to protect me, so don't assume you'll be treated any greater than the gratitude I've already given you," Mark sneers, glaring at Denven.

Mark enters the mansion and is welcomed by his maid with a clean robe and a trolley of treats. Mark waves at Denven, gesturing he'll be going and disappears to another room with maids following him from behind.

Denven sighs under his breath and goes to the dining hall to find something to eat. He sees an old maid wiping the dining table clean with a wet rag. He walks towards her and she looks at him with disgust. He smiles warmly at her and before he could open his mouth, she cuts him off.

"I am not a kitchen staff, nor will I serve you food," she says, bitterness in her words as they fall onto Denven's ears.

"The kitchen staff are at the back, ring the buzzer at the door if you need anything. I presume you can do that, since you're not an idiot" the old lady scoffs at Denven, who walks away awkwardly. 

From there he makes his way to the furthest door by a few angel paintings and sees a buzzer. Pressing it, the door opens and a man in his early 30's in a professional kitchen attire looks at him surprised and rolls his eyes.

"What would you like?" He says, grumbling at the end seemingly like he didn't want to serve Denven.

"Anything… I don't know any dishes you serve here" he stutters out, embarrassed.

"You called me out just to tell me you don't know what you want? Typical for someone who's stupid and poor," The kitchen staff spat and crosses his arm.

"Fine, I'll look into what I can do. Don't you dare, move or I'll throw it out the window and let you starve," he says, sneering at Denven. He nods his head and the staff slams the door closed.