AN: so for anyone wondering why this story is rated M... you'll know by the end of this chapter. I should have put this in the previous AN, but just a caution, there will be heavy drug use, violence and sex in this so if you're sensitive to that this is not the story for you. If you don't care however, please proceed and enjoy!
Jasmine let out a wince of pain as she was kicked in the stomach again. They appeared to be in a living room of some sort, with a large couch in the middle, a desktop resting on a table in the corner and a large mirror decorating the back wall. If it wasn't for the occupants and the situation she was in right now she would've even called it cosy. She had no idea where the place was as they had blindfolded her before bringing her there.
Blood dripped from her mouth from the previous blow to her chin. She looked up at the blonde on the couch, nonchalantly bandaging his arm from the blow her best friend caused. Without breaking the concentration on what he was doing he said 'That's enough Skyer. Take your anger issues out on something else.'
The other men laughed a bit. A large bald man the others seemed to be most afraid of and the one she suspected was the leader of the gang before her spat 'Your friend is lucky she ran faster than you. Looks like she's got Mels over here pretty badly!'
Jasmine didnt reply. The pain in her stomach was enough to make her fade in and out of consciousness, these men really didn't take pity on her and she received a pretty brutal beating. The blood from her mouth poured out relentlessly, staining her shirt.
'What do we do with her now?' Skyer smiled maliciously 'maybe practice our aim a bit?' he traced his fingers along the pistol in his belt. Jasmines eyes widened in fear.
'No.' The blonde on the couch pitched in with a stern expression on his face. 'I say we use her as bait. If she really has ties to our rivals, we can easily eliminate them with her as a hostage.'
'I told you already' jasmine moaned weakly 'I don't know anything about any other gang.' Tears forming in her eyes. This of coarse was a lie but she was determined to protect the love of her life. She knew he was trouble from the moment she lay her eyes on him but his dark and mysterious nature only drew her further in. There was something about those deep brown eyes that made her want to do anything to be with him, to do anything for him, even if it meant endangering herself.
'Bullshit.' The bald man snorted 'are you telling me you and your weak ass friend singlehandedly stole 1000 pounds of cocaine?'
'That's exactly what I'm saying.'
The other men cracked up 'Hear that?' one of them laughed 'bitch can barely use an AK but stealing from the mafia syndicates all good!'
'Weather she's involved with Ryder or not, there's over a thousand quid worth of coke still missing and the ginger probably knows where it is.' Skyer considered.
"Mels" took out a large bar of chocolate 'Right.' He opened the wrapper and admired the bar for a moment before taking a bite, ' that's why we can use the girl to lure the other one and whoever else is working with them here.' In truth he was not concerned with the missing drugs or eliminating the rival gang but he knew he needed the other men to trust him, which means going along with whatever they wanted to do. He had only one goal -revenge. And once the other men were convinced they were not under threat from anyone anymore, he could use them as much as he wanted. He'd already managed to get them on his side by taking out their previous rivals, but before they knew it a new enemy appeared. With them in the way, he would never be able to carry out his master plan. 'Get me the girls phone' he ordered, finishing wrapping his injured bicep.
Samira didnt stop running until she was sure they were no longer following her. She was shaken up and slightly bruised but mostly okay. Most of all she was terrified for her friends safety.
Scanning her fingerprints at the gate of the mansion the rest of the mafia were staying in, she cautiously made her way inside. She wasn't sure how the others would react to the news, but she sure knew she would have to take the blame. She cautiously stepped inside the front door and hesitantly made her way to the living room where she could hear the others laughing at talking loudly.
'Sam, you're back!'
Ryder. Samira hated him. She had no idea what her friend saw in that sleazy, sorry excuse for a man. Its true that he provided them with not only an amazing place to live and plenty of cash, but she hated the way he used Jasmine. She was completely at his mercy, ready to do all of his dirty work. This wasn't the first time he had put the girls in danger and like an idiot Samira always dragged herself along with Jaz. She just could not bear have her friend carry out these missions alone. The worst part was, Samira was almost sure that Ryder simply used Jaz, weather it was for sex or to do shit he didnt want to risk some of his less disposable men to do. But she also relied on these men to survive and she was a lot more comfortable than she had been in that shabby apartment in the ghetto of California she used to live in, or on the streets for that matter.
She was in no way a Kira supporter but she sure wished he found these men's true identities and soon.
'Kyle retrieved the coke earlier. Good job! There's $100,000 worth of good shit right there. I bet Rod looks like a complete idiot right now!' He held a joint up to his lips and took a long drag. The place was a complete hotbox, which made Samira gag. It always stank like smoke & weed in the house, something she should have been used to by now. Some of the others were doing lines of said "good shit" from the coffee table. Her face crunched up in disgust.
Ryder finished his joint and walked up to Samira, putting his arm around her shoulder. His breath stank of whiskey and weed as he leaned into her and whispered seductively 'what do you say we celebrate a successful mission, huh'
She pushed him off her covering her mouth to prevent herself from throwing up. 'You're high, Ryder.' She rolled her eyes.
'Hey Ryder, is Jaz not good in bed or something?' one of the others sarcastically laughed.
Ryder lounged back on the couch, resting his head on the back of it ant tilting it far back, his eyes wide open and barely blinking. He was definitely off his head. 'Nah, man.'
The others burst out laughing.
'Where is Jaz anyway?' Ryder asked.
Samira bit her lip. Here it goes. 'Well...' she began, but was cut of by the ring of her cell.
She took it out of her pocket and looked at the caller Id which displayed Jasmines name. It's them!
Panicking, she ran out of the room into the kitchen. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Should I pick up? What am I thinking I need to know if she's alright. She starred at the phone for a couple of more seconds, before finally gathering the courage to answer 'H-Hello?'
'This the one that stabbed me earlier?' she heard a familiar, pissed off voice of on the other end.
She snickered 'This Willy Wonkas child?' I guess I picked up more of Jaz's habits than I thought.
'I wouldn't make smart remarks like that if I was you. Your little friend is in quite a predicament right now' the bastard on the other end laughed. 'You know what we want.'
'The coke?'
Just as she said that, Ryder stumbled into the kitchen, his pupils the size of his entire Iris, his eyes red as if he'd crying. 'Who is it? Who's on the phone?'
He seemed so out of it that she wondered just how many drugs were on his system at that moment.
'Ah, so you weren't working alone after all' the voice on the line mused. 'Hand your pal the phone, I'd rather talk to someone less clueless than you.'
Ignoring the insult, Samira hesitantly held the phone out to Ryder, who was balancing himself on the large kitchen counter.
'It for me?' he questioned her as he took the phone and held it up to his ear. After a minute of silence as he listened, his eyes widened 'Dafuq Jaz, that you? Quit fucking with me.'
After another minute he handed the phone back to Samira. She sighed, and took it with shaking hands. 'Look' the now frustrated boy said harshly 'I'm not sure if the dudes on something or just stupid, but I'm sure you know the reason behind this phone call. If you even want to see her alive again, you better listen to me. Have the leader of your possy come to a location which we will text you, with the cash for the amount of drugs you stole. Alone and unarmed. If we suspect he's got backup, we will shoot the girl on the spot.'
'We are not going to do anything until we can talk to her.'
The boy on the other end bellowed 'You aren't getting shit until we get our money. Tell me anyway, how did a pathetic girl like you manage to steal so much cocaine?'
'Tell me, how's the chocolate factory doing these days?'
Without another word, the boy hung up. A minute later, a text from Jaz arrived stating the location they were to meet for the exchange.
The gun pointed at Samira's head as she trembled. 'So you're telling me they have her hostage?' the now sober Ryder spat at her.
'Yes, but I think I know how we can get her back-'
'Are you kidding me? I'm not paying those fuckers a penny!'
Samira stared at him in shock 'Ryder... your girlfriends life is at stake...'
'Well then you two should've been more careful.' He tucked his gun back in his pocket 'I'm not going over there. I'd say she's already dead as we speak.'
'How can you...' she began but she knew she couldn't argue with him. He simply did not care about Jasmine enough. She always knew behind the bad boy act he was a coward and an asshole.
'Do whatever you want Sam, but I'm telling you it's pointless. ' he lit a cigarette for himself. 'in any case with her out of the way, maybe you can be my new hot girlfriend huh?'
Fucking bastard! How can you be so heartless? She wanted to scream at him, but could not find her voice. He was already pretty pissed off he lost his booty call, enough so to threaten to shoot her himself. Screaming at him would have achieved nothing anyway. She needed a plan, and she had a pretty good idea of what she was going to do.
'Yeaaaaah maybe' she cooed. She sat across from him and crossed her legs, looking playfully into his eyes 'maybe I can show you what you've been missing while Jaz was around'
He leaned forward 'I like the sound of that! I've been horny ever since I came off that shit' he laughed a bit referring to the cocktail of drugs and alcohol he consumed the day before. Samira decided to wait a day until he sobered up, expecting to receive his help. He suddenly stood up and started unbuttoning his jeans right there in the living room 'you can start by putting your mouth on that cock'
She had to close her eyes to prevent herself from hurling right onto him. Just play along with it. 'Hmm how about we take this to the bedroom? I mean what if someone walks in on us here and-'
He reached out and grabbed her by the ponytail, pulling her towards his crotch. 'I don't care.' he smirked.
Well fuck. He was now on the last button.
Once he pulled his pants down, she acted. Snatching the gun lazily sticking out of his pocket Sam pushed him back onto the couch and bolted for the door.
'Hey! You bitch!' he yelled, scrambling up and desperately pulling his pants back up. 'Come back here!'
She thought fast as she grabbed the bag containing about 100 g of cocaine and weed from the table in the hall, as well as the keys for Ryders Lamborghini, parked in the front garden of the mansion. This should be enough. Running after her, Ryder tripped over the coffee table in the living room and harshly fell onto the floor.
As she fumbled with the door, some of the men rushed down the stairs in response to all the commotion. 'Hey man, what's going on!?' one of them asked, perplexed when suddenly everyone froze.
Kyle grabbed at his chest and screamed in pain. Samira froze in shock too, starring at him in confusion.
He collapsed and fell down the stairs with an expression that can only be described as filled with absolute horror and agony. The others exchanged shocked glances, 'It's.. It's K-Kira!' somebody screamed out as everybody started to panic and yell.
Samira used the distraction to slip out the door, start up the Lambo and smashing trough the main gates of the driveway at full speed, escape from that place.
AN: Don't forget to let me know what you think. I will credit anyone that comments