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I pulled my new coat tighter around my body as I made my way down the winding streets of Lima. I just wanted to get out of this wind and back to the scummy flat, but I knew I needed to stock up the cupboards. It didn't take long, and soon the newly required money was mostly spent, only £10 left for emergencies. Stepping back out, I started the cold trek home. It wasn't a long walk, but the rain made it seem like forever and the bags were heavy and I just wanted him to help me, instead of running around doing who knows what. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful that he has a mysterious job that pays for the flat and food as well as the bills. He also always seems to have enough money to buy me things, like a new coat or a fancy pair of shoes. But I miss him, and I'm worried about him. He never tells me where he is, or how he gets enough money for me to live. But I see him often enough, if I'm lucky he visits nearly every day, and I can't complain, he's a big boy, he can handle himself….right?
In hindsight, instead of reminiscing, I should have been paying attention to where I was walking. It happened quite quickly, one minute I was crossing the road, the next I hear a screeching of tires and multiple gun shots! A Rolls Royce covered in mud sped towards me and I stood paralysed in the middle of the road. Next thing I know, I'm cradled into a warm chest on the pavement, with an array of gunshots firing from close by. "Come on Hunt, there coming back! Grab pretty boy and let's go!" Oh please tell me they were not talking about me! But alas, I'm not that fortunate it seems, as a large, rough, calloused hand grabbed my dainty one and yanked me up, dragging me to the back alley, another screeching in the distance.
"Excuse me!" But I was ignored. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" The boy who spoke before gave a low chuckle, whilst the boy in front, 'Hunt' flashed me a smirk. Well, if they won't speak, I won't walk! I put all my body weight onto my feet and held still. 'Hunt' recoiling back to me, and 'Chuckles' slamming into my back. "Now you better tell me who you are, and what the hell is going on! Or do you want me to start screaming?" I demanded, giving them my best bitch face. Finally I got a proper look at the two boys. They both looked around 18, two years older than myself. 'Hunt' was 6ft with blue/green eyes and messy light chestnut hair, where 'Chuckles' was slightly taller, around 6ft2 with emerald eyes and dark chestnut hair. They both wore a white shirt rolled up to the elbows, grey dress slacks, converse and a red/navy tie loosely knotted.
"Sorry, my name is Hunter Clarington, captain," AHEM! "Co-captain of the Warblers and New Directions. This is Sebastian Smythe, my partner in crime. I'm sure you have heard of us." As the god-like creature was talking, my eyes grew bigger and bigger. I know who they are. I am SO screwed! "I'm gonna take your silence and gawking as a sign that you have heard of us." Sebastian stated, his smirk making him look suspiciously like a meerkat. "As for what's going on, you saw too much when Vocal Adrenaline was trying to take us out, so know you are a liability and have to come with us. For safety of course."
With that, Hunter proceeded to pull me along, too stunned to fight back. After twenty minutes running through allies and climbing over walls, we reached a secluded door, black paint chipping away, no windows. Sebastian stepped in front and unlocked the door, ushering us inside. I got a lot of curious looks, but then again, I don't suppose a bunch of gangsters are use to someone like me walking through the door with their two leaders.
My brother is not going to be impressed. Speak of the devil. "KURT?! What the fuck are you doing with Seb and Hunt?! Do you even know who they are!" Finn yelled. "I promised to keep you safe when mum and dad died, so why the fuck are you walking through the door of bootleggers!" Finn went to grab me, but Hunter yanked me back.
"He's here because he saw too much; if we're so dangerous then you shouldn't have joined. We smuggle barrels of liquor under frozen rivers from somewhere in Canada to Detroit. Then they transfer the liquor from Detroit to here in Ohio, where we then ship the illegal booze to various speakeasies around the city, mainly Lima and Dalton. But you are apart of the system and know your brother is too! Don't like it, tough luck!"
I feel tears streaming down my face, and feel my body start to shake as I start to have a panic attack, I wish Finn would comfort me, but Sebastian is blocking him. The last thing I remember before hitting the floor is panicked looks from the people in the room, and my brother screaming my name.