I'm so surprised at all the positive responses to the first chapter but I am so happy that you readers left reviews! So, anyway, you asked for a more, and I answered! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the previous one. One last thing, before we begin. One person asked me how much Austin fucks Ally and how hard...I guess you're just going to have to see, dear reader, it'll be more exciting if I keep it all a secret, so stick around and find out!
I'm about ninety percent sure that we've been in this car for about fifteen minutes. Long enough for me to stop trying to recognize or memorize the route we're travelling, long enough for me to stop trying to squint through the blindfold that they tied over my eyes before we started moving, and long enough for the zip-ties to dig my wrists raw.
I wish I could wipe my face, or better yet, wash my face. The drying tear-stains making my face sticky and tight. It's odd, that I pretty much watched a deal go bad, pretty much saw someone die tonight, and now I'm pretty much getting abducted, but for some reason I can't stop obsessing over the sticky streaks on my face. They say shock does weird things.
"Where are we going?" I ask. The redhead's hand slides down the steering wheel. With most of my other senses being blocked, by that of blindfolds or zip ties, it's like my sense of hearing is hyper-aware.
"There is a reason why you have the blindfold on, dear." One of them chuckles, the kind of chuckle you just know is accompanied by a shaking head. "you should just be happy that you're alive." The voice continues. "Who knows, maybe the boss will take a liking to you."
I clench my jaw, grinding my teeth together. I think I'd rather die than have whoever "the boss" is take a liking to me. But, with the circumstances, it seems that is the boss doesn't take a liking to me, I'm dead anyway.
I don't know what I should hope for, the boss, or an quick death.
We drive for another fifteen minutes before I feel the pull of the breaks and the hollow knock of the car doors opening. I move my head frantically, to try and see where we've stopped, a reflex regardless of if my eyes are covered or not.
My door opens with an irritated creak, and a rough hand snakes around my forearm yanking me from my seat. He walks, and in turn, stumble forward, unprepared for his fast pace forcing me forward.
His mouth is by my ear, half whispering. "Smile, look pretty. Trust me. It's your only shot."
My stomach drops, if looking pretty is something required of me right now, I'm pretty sure I've already failed. I've been crying almost all night, I know my makeup is a mess, everybody knows that water-proof mascara hardly ever is, I can still feel the sticky mess of tears dried on my face, my lipstick has probably smudged around my lips and down my chin, and there is a good chance that I still have a slight case of post-sex hair.
I cringe. Sex hair because of Dallas. Four hours ago I was having sex with Dallas. Telling him that I love him. Four hours ago I thought that I was going to be with him forever, and four hours ago I was planning on having sex with him, round after round after round, to celebrate our love our two fucking years together, and the fucking cheating asshole-
Fingernails dig into my skin, bringing me back to the present.
"I'm serious. Smile. He's going to be standing in front of you in about five seconds, and you need to pull out any charm you have."
Five. My heart pounds against my chest. Given how easily these two men walking me to him killed someone tonight, I can't even imagine how easy it is for the guy they are working for to pull the trigger on somebody.
Four. I can't get the image of a big angry gang leader pointing a gun at my head.
Three. I'm glad that I can't see him.
Two. The fingers on my forearm tighten. Maybe reminding me of the advice of looking pretty and smiling and I'm pretty sure I can hear footsteps crunching on the loose gavel but I don't think I can differentiate between footsteps on gravel and the rapid beating of my heart against my chest.
One. I put all of my effort into producing something that looks sort of like a smile but it might look more like an uncomfortable lift of the corners of my lips.
"We came as quick as we could. Something you need?" The man says from behind me. His voice comes out steady. I don't know why I would have thought any differently, I haven't heard one shaky syllable come from anybody's mouth all night.
His answer comes quickly, skipping any polite formalities. "Who the hell is this?" I flinch. He's a lot closer to me than I thought he was. His breath tingles on my forehead. He's much taller than me.
I hope my smile is still in place.
"She saw the business you sent us to do, and you called before we could finish her off." He answers.
"And you brought her here why?" He says
"You called, sir. We assumed that we were needed quickly."
"So you thought that it would be a good idea to bring her here?"
"It sounded urgent on the phone, sir."
"Yes, it is. I need to get on a plane right now, which means I don't have time to deal with this." If the circumstances were different, I might have been offended at how he just referred to as a "this" instead of a human being. "Just get rid-"
"Sir, I'm sorry for interrupting, but we have to board now if we want to get in by tomorrow." A new manly voice interjects.
"Great, of course we do." Sarcasm saturates his voice. "get rid of her."
"Of course sir." The man holding my arms says.
A gun presses against my temple for the second time tonight, and I panic.
I flail, squirming and pushing against all of my restraints, and I somehow manage to tear myself from the man's iron grip on my forearm, but I don't really think it through, and the momentum of my escape efforts cause me to fall face first on to the hard ground. I wince, feeling the skin of my face scrape roughly.
As if I couldn't get anymore pathetic, now I have to beg for my life while I'm on the ground.
Oh well.
"Please." I start. "I'll do anything you want me to. I'll be anything you want me to. Please just give me a chance. If whatever happens doesn't work out, if I'm not living up to expectations, y-you can kill me." My shaking voice isn't helping me seem any less pathetic.
Hands are on my arms again, and I'm being hauled up straight again, back in the same position I was before I thought squirming away was a good idea.
I assume the boss of whatever is happening is still in front of me, but he hasn't said anything. No one word about what I said, and I'm expecting a bullet through my brain any second.
"Take off her blindfold."
What?
"Mr. Moon?" The man sounds as confused as I am.
"I said take off her blindfold, Dez." The redhead, who must be named Dez unties the blindfold and it falls to the floor.
I'm overwhelmed by the amount of light outside even at this time of night. I squint my eyes, struggling to adjust after the long period of my eyes being concealed and light being blocked out.
Fingers grasp my chin roughly, forcing me to look straight into eyes of a blonde haired, deviously green eyed, sexy as hell guy, who must not be much older than me. A sly smile makes home on his face and it's so attractive I almost forget that this guy seems to be the head of a fucking gang who has my life is in his hands.
"She's probably pretty when she's cleaned up, I'll keep her." He says.
I almost smile, until I realize I'm not safe, not really.
"God dammit get her on the plane before I find the mind I so clearly have lost."
Dez moves me forward again, toward an plane that I'm so completely happy that I am walking towards, because it means that, by some miracle I am still alive.
We only make it a few strides before Mr. Moon's hand his on my chest, halting me.
I swallow hard.
"I just have to make one thing perfectly clear to you, sweetheart." He says, face close to mine. His voice is oh so quiet and somehow that makes everything all the more threatening. "I am letting you live, out of the kindness of my golden fucking heart I do not need your permission to kill you. If you step one toe out of line, I will personally pull the trigger on the gun with the bullet that ends your life. Okay?"
I nod, gnawing on the skin of my bottom lip.
He smiles again, all bright, straight teeth and lovely red lips.
He doesn't say anything else, just removes his hand from my chest, and board the plane just behind Dez and I.
I have no idea why I'm still alive, but I'm glad that I am. Even though now I'm on a plane, unsure of the destination, unsure of what's happened, unsure about what's going to happen, all that matters is that Mr. Moon has let me live, for now, and that's good enough for me.
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