Hey everybody, this is my new story, it's been floating around my head for a while now, and I finally wrote some of it down. It'll be full of sex and all of that good illegal stuff eventually so stick around and enjoy the ride with me :)


I swipe the wand of the mascara against my lashes, completing my sexy smokey eye.

"Are you ready babe?" Dallas asks me.

I smile into my mirror, looking at his reflection behind mine.

"Yes." I answer, screwing the wand back into the mascara. Dallas comes closer to me, handing me my favourite leather jacket.

"That dress." He slides his hands down my hips, feeling the smooth fabric of my little black dress. "If we had even just a little bit more time, I would take you out of it."

I turn to face him, putting my hands up on his chest and looking up to his face. "Well we still have a little more time, and I could always redo my lipstick in the car."

Dallas hums a deep pleased noise and leans down to kiss me, already sliding my my dress down my body. "Good idea."


"You're a bit late it seems." The pretty blonde hostess says to us.

"I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience." He says to her.

We're fifteen minutes late, to be exact, and there's still traces of lipstick down Dallas' neck.

She smiles, batting her long dark eyelashes.

"No matter." The hostess continues. "Your reservation still stands. Follow me."

She hasn't looked at me once, eyes glued only on him, I would be lying if my stomach wasn't starting to burn with a mix of jealousy and anger.

We follow her through the restaurant, all beautiful hardwood floors and candlelight.

She sits us in a booth near the back, at probably the most private place available in the restaurant.

"You're waitress will be with you in a few moments." She says. Still only looking at him.

Her shoes click on the floor as she recedes, hips shaking.

"She's flirting with you." I state. Failing to keep the the edge from my voice.

His boyish smile tugs at his lips, and a small chuckle leaves his mouth. "And yet, I'm here with you."

I sigh. "I guess."

He reaches for my hands, holding them lovingly across the table.

"Smile, baby. You're the only girl I want to be with."

That does get a smile from me, and the burning of anger and jealousy subsides. He pulls my right hand to his lips slowly, kissing my knuckles gently. "Happy two years, Ally." He mummers against my skin.

I gaze at him. I love this boy, these last two years have been the happiest of my entire life.

"Happ-" My sentence is cut short.

"My name is Jane, I'll be your server tonight." A beautiful perky red head places 2 thick menus on the table. "Can I get you something to drink?"

I pull my hands from Dallas' "I'll just have a wate-" I'm interrupted again.

"Your most expensive wine." Dallas interjects.

"Got it." She scribbles on her pad. "I'll give you some time to look at the menus and I'll be back!"

I give Dallas a pointed look. "You don't have to do that. Stepping foot in this place must have cost a fortune, I don't need more."

He smiles again. "Maybe I don't have to, but I want to. Besides, who else do I have to spoil besides my favourite girl?"

I laugh before muttering "Still."


"I'm stuffed." Dallas says, as he pushes away his plate.

"Me too." I smile. Dinner was absolutely divine, big servings of breads and salads, more pastas than I thought could ever exist, dessert, creamy cake a la mode and of course, the wine. Smooth and flavourful, even though it was the most expensive wine, I'm surprised at the quality of it.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom, and then I'll pay and we can leave. Sound good?"

"Yeah, sounds good, just let me find my debit card..." I say, rummaging through my purse to find my wallet.

His hand freezes mine. "No, no way you're paying for this. This is my treat."

"No, it's too much money." I protest.

"It's our two year anniversary, Ally. Again, who else do I have to spoil."

"Dallas, I'm serious." I continue.

"So am I." He tells me. "If you pay even a cent of that bill, I'm not going to be happy."

"Fine." I say flatly. He turns towards the direction where the bathrooms are, and I grab his hands and he turns to face me again.

"I love you." I say. "I love you so much."

A smile grows on his face, and he leans down to kiss me. "I love you too." He tells me between pressing his lips to mine. His kisses get deeper before he pulls away and turns to head to the bathroom again.

I'm rummaging around my purse to find my lipstick when Dallas' phone beeps repeatedly, incoming messages, and lots of them. I'm not usually one to snoop, but the consistent messages pinging into his phone get the best of my curiosity.

Dallassssssss

Answer me...

Where are you?

Answer your phone!

Baby please.

My stomach drops. The messages keep going.

You said you'd be home by now

We're still on for tonight though right?

I'm ready for you.

Whoever is texting him drops a naked picture.

Okay. Okay, whoever is texting him, he hasn't texted back. My mind tries to rationalize.

I scroll up.

And the messages, fuck, the messages. There's thousands of them, probably. And he's replying. As recent as just before he picked me up, as old as one and a half years ago.

Tears are blurring my vision but I can still read some of the messages, and the tears are threatening to fall.

I'll see you soon beautiful. Can't get away just yet.

sent last week, when we were together at the beach.

I love you too baby, see you tonight.

Sent two weeks ago, when he left my house early and in a rush.

I scroll up more, passes hundreds of messages until my thumb lands on a picture.

A picture of Dallas nude his face is hidden, but I know the body

More pictures, of a girl I don't know. Close ups of things that I don't want to see.

Fuck baby I can't wait to have you under me, I'm going to make you scream.

More photos. More racy messages. I've seen enough.

I run for the quickest exit, a side door, and slam my hands into it, forcing it open. Tears sting my eyes and the cold night air of the dark ally freezes them to my cheeks.

Dallas was fucking cheating on me for most of our relationship. He had some fucking girl trying to get with him on our two year anniversary. He was entertaining it.

He was telling me that he loves me at the same times he was telling her.

He would leave my house to go hop on to hers.

I can't fucking believe it the fucking cheating good for nothing asshole I can'tfuckingbelieveourwholefuckingrelationshipwasagoddamnlie. The tears are flowing at a steady pace now and I'm struggling to keep my sobs silent.

"We told you had until tonight at eight to pay the fuck up! It's ten thirty now, and unless you have two thousand dollars, you're fucking done for, mate."

A male's voice bellows from a little ways down the ally, and I stop crying at once, looking at where the sound was coming from. Three men. Two of them holding guns, aimed at the remaining man against a wall, all of their faces concealed by the darkness of the night.

I scramble behind the side of a dumpster, hoping to be hidden from view. My heart is pounding, pushing hard against my chest with every beat. I consider leaving, running off, but theres nowhere I could go that they wouldn't see me. The safest thing for me to do is probably to stay where I am and stay quiet. Even if I attempted to reach for the door I came through, they'll hear me and there's no guarantee that the door is unlocked.

"Do you have the money or not?" One of them asks, voice threatening.

"You know that I-" The man against the wall starts.

"Do you have the money or not?" They ask again, punctuating it by prodding the gun into the man's head.

"No not yet, but if you give me just a little bit more time I-"

A gun goes off, and I slap a hand over my mouth a moment too late.

There heads snap in my direction, and footsteps approach. I glance around frantically, I don't see a way out other than just running away, and since they already know I'm here, I've got nothing to lose.

I take of running towards the street, pushing one leg after the other. For some reason everything seems so far away and I know that I've only taken a few steps when I feel arm wrap around mine and pull me backwards forcefully.

My legs give out and my knees scrape the ground. Their hands haven't left my arms, their grip hard enough to make me cry out.

Now I'm the one with my back against the wall, with guns pointed to my head.

Now that I'm close to them, I can see their faces. One of them, a tall fair skinned redhead with sharp features. The other, a darker skinned, man, shorter than the red head, but still considerably tall.

"We can't have you running away and telling somebody what you saw, now can we?" The red head says, pushing the gun against my temple. He's so close to me I can feel his breath on my face.

"I-I-I didn't see anything." I lie, voice shaking. I turn my head, in a feeble attempt to get the gun to slide off my temple.

"Nobody screams for nothing." He says. "But don't worry. We'll make your death quick and easy."

Tears stream down my face, trailing down to my lips.

"P-please. P-p-please. I won't t-tell anybody."

The shorter one's hand comes up to my cheek, wiping my tears away.

"I'm sorry, beautiful. We can't take the chance." He says, caressing my cheek.

I'm crying harder than I have been all night. I don't want to die. my stomach is doing somersaults and I think I might throw up my extravagant anniversary meal.

A phone rings, and the redhead is patting down his pants, keeping the gun aimed at my head while he answers is phone.

"Hello?" His tone is serious. I can only hear his half of the conversation, a chorus of regular responses.

He hangs up after a minute and the gun slips from my temple.

"Boss says to meet him." He says, talking to his partner.

"What are we supposed to do with her?" He asks.

"We don't have time. He says to come now."

Hope flowers in my chest. "You're letting me go?" I ask. Voice raw from crying.

"Sorry, sweetheart. No can do. You're coming with us." The hope disappears again.

I'm yanked off the wall, the redhead pushes one hand in front of my eyes and the other covers my mouth.

"You're coming with us, but we can't have you knowing where we're gong."


That's it for this chapter, don't let this chapter be the judge for the story! In the next one, we'll meet Austin and things will really begin to take off (Including some sex eventually, and lots of it ;) ;) ) The next chapter shouldn't be far behind, so I hope I have caught your attention!