AN: Ayyy guess who makes an appearance here?


Sam drove for hours, leaving LA all together and speeding down the deserted highways, not caring where she was going, just trying to get away.

The car was certainly fast and a lot smoother than anything she's ever driven, her radio was turned on full blast which provided a decent distraction to her racing thoughts. At least for this short period of time, she could pretend this was her car and she was enjoying an evening drive and not involved in this mess, but reality caught up to her quickly as the 'low fuel' sign started to flash.

'Shit!' she sighed and slowed down. The next town was only a mile away and surely she would be able to make it that far.

The car gradually slowed down the farther she drove and on its last breath, pulled into the first available gas station, just outside the village looking town. The station was completely deserted as was the town, apart from one empty red Camaro which was parked at the pump closest to the exit of the place.

Sam cautiously got out of the Lambo, closed the door and sheepishly examined the car for a minute. Fuck, I don't even know what gas to put in this thing... I guess I can assk the guy inside at the counter but he'd probably think I stole it or something. Okay technically I did but he doesn't have to know.

'Fuck, fuck, FUCK!' the redhead swore out loud and kicked the tire of the car in anger and immediately grabbed her foot, 'Fucking stupid fucking tires, hurting my fucking toes, FUCK!'

Just then, the doors to the convenience store attached to the station swung open and a boy around her age who she assumed was the Camaro owner stepped out. He wore one of the most peculiar outfits she had ever seen, complete with swimming goggles pulled over his eyes and a fur vest looking thing that it was clearly way too hot for. They stared at each other in surprise for a moment before he offered an awkward smile 'Having some trouble?'

She leaned against the car, trying to look nonchalant but failing miserably 'No, no... just... trying to pump some gas.'

'Awesome ride babe, you must be rolling in cash!' he laughed a little and walked towards her.

A bead of sweat dropped from her forehead as she nodded 'yeah yeah, actually it's uh new and I'm not sure what type of fuel I'm supposed to fill it with and all that'

He raised an eyebrow at her.

'I-I mean this my first time driving it, haha'

The boy walked around the car, finding the door to fuel tank and opening it. 'Well, I know a thing or two about cars, Lambos would do with 93 octane but it depends on the model. Do you have the keys for the filler cap?'

She hesitantly handed him the keys.

'So you taking this baby out for it's first spin?' he made casual conversation as he opened the cap and started to fill the car with fuel for her.

She shrugged 'something like that yeah'

A couple of seconds of awkward silence later, he popped up and took the fuel pump out of the car. 'All done, you're welcome.' He winked.

'Thanks eh-'

'Matt.' He smiled sweetly and held out his hand.

She shook it and half heartedly smiled back 'Sam. So do you live in this town?'

'Nah, actually I'm on my way over from New York to visit a friend in LA.'

'Oh right, nice! So like a road trip kind of deal?'

He nodded 'I guess' he then suddenly leaned against her car and looked her up and down slowly, smirking to himself.

Self consciously she shifted uncomfortably and coughed. 'I better, pay for the.. uh, gas. Thanks for your help.' You creep...

'No problemo,' he saluted her, as she opened the passenger door to the car to look for some change. The boy wasn't leaving as she had hoped he would, and instead stood there admiring her and grinning ear to ear.

She opened the glove compartment to find a stack of $100 bills. Her jaw dropped, as she took it out and stared at it. What the fuck Ryder...

Matt laughed at her once again and joked 'Damn girl, knew you were rollin in it. What are you like in the mafia or something?'

She pretended to laugh.

'And here I was gonna offer to pay for your gas,' he continued.

'O-oh no, you're okay, you can go on your way, LA is actually like an hour from here if you drive fast enough-'

'I'm not in a rush' he took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a relaxed drag.

Without responding she rolled her eyes and made her way inside the shop, hoping he would be gone when she went back outside. She had to admit, he was very attractive but she just got a bad feeling about him, like she could not trust him and wanted him to leave her alone.

She stepped inside the small convenience store and nodded at the bored out of his mind looking cashier, walking over to the sweets counter. The girl took her time looking trough the shelf, to give the redhead outside enough time to finish his cigarette and buzz off. Her eyes landed on a large chocolate bar that looked very familiar, they narrowed as she starred at it. I know where I've seen this before, it's the blonde freaks who kidnapped Jazs choice of chocolate. Still, it DOES look kinda tasty... shrugging she grabbed a few bars, well what the fuck ever, might as well try it and see what the big fuss is about. He was literally munching on that as he was trying to shoot me...

She walked over to the counter to pay for her purchases when her attention was brought to the small TV above the cashiers head which played the news.

'It's really incredible how even with Kira's existence, rogue criminals still roam the streets of down town Los Angeles!' the pretty blonde woman announced to her audience. The camera then focused on an equally handsome man beside her who commented, 'I know Liz, and the police are proven completely useless as they are unable to identify the suspects of the shootout that took place yesterday evening. It is safe to assume these men are safe from Kira's judgement, for now.'

A picture of Jaz's damaged Mercedes flashed on the screen, and Sams eyes widened.

'uhm miss?' the cashier called out 'that's $15 please.'

Her head snapped back to the spotty teen in front of her who held out his hand, the same indifferent expression covering his face which instantly changed as she pulled out the stack of $100 dollar bills.

'Crazy, right?' a familiar voice behind her commented. She turned around to see Matt, cradling a large pack of beers and starring at the TV. Oh for fuck sake, now he's following me?

She paid, took her bars of chocolate and began stuffing them into her pockets. 'You gonna eat that much chocolate? You remind me of my crazy friend, the one I'm actually on my way to see' Matt laughed, 'he's into that same brand of chocolate and all.'

She froze and starred at him with a shocked expression 'who's your friend.' She stated coldly.

'Ah just this dude I grew up with but havn't seen for a while. Hence why I'm going to visit.' He handed his beers up to the cashier and added 'and 5 packs or Marlboro please,'

Sam put her hand in the pocket and clutched Ryders pistol which she got a hold of earlier. Could it really be..? No, surely it's another guy! Still what if it's not? It sounds an awful lot like him.. she looked up to scan the place for cameras and smirked when she saw none.

'Don't move.' Before she knew what she was doing, she pointed the pistol at Matt who stepped away from the counter and put his hands, a clueless expression on his face.

'Wowwww, babe, what's the problem? Did I come on a little strong?' he backed away from the girl slowly.

The terrified cashier fell backwards into the stacks of toiletries and alcohol behind the counter knocking some over and smashing them and stuttered 'I-I don't want any trouble, please, I-Il give you the money now!'

'Shut up!' she spat at him and focused her attention back on Matt. 'Have you a way to contact your friend?'

'Yeah.'

'Good.' She smirked. Finally, a stroke of luck! 'Get your shit and come with me. And don't even THINK about running away.'

He quickly gathered his stuff and packed it into a large plastic bag the cashier prepared with shaking hands. The entire time, Sam didn't take her gun away from his head.

'Done!' he said holding the bag up.

The girl gestured with her head to the entrance if the shop, as they slowly made their way out, Matt in front and Sam behind him the gun pointing firmly at him. Before exiting, she turned to the cashier and said 'Do not get involved and do not call the cops. This guy knows where my missing friend is. If I find out you called the cops I will personally come back for you, do you understand me?'

'Y-yes miss.' The spooked teenager nodded.

'So what exactly is this all about?' Matt asked walking towards her car. He seemed... unbothered by this she noted, which only further confirmed her suspicion that he was somehow involved with the other gang.

'Just get in the Lambo.'

He grinned again and opened the door of the car, throwing his bag inside. What the fuck is he smiling at, is he stupid? 'You know,' he giggled 'I find tough girls quite sexy.'

At that comment her face twisted into an expression that can only be described as a kangaroo that just had his feet ran over by a car on an Australian highway. 'Are you seriously trying to hit on me right now?'

'Worth a shot' he mused and got into the car.

She got in on the other side and sped off back in the direction of LA.

'Wait!' Matt whined 'What about my Camaro?'

'I don't care about your damn Camaro, call your friend.'

'But I left my console in the glove compartment!'

'NOW!' Sam snapped.

He took his phone out of his pocket and flicked trough his contacts 'Ah, here he is.' He clicked the green call button and pressed the phone to his ear.

It was silent for a minute as the phone rang and finally someone answered. A faint 'Hello?' could be heard on the other end.

'Eh hey Mels, listen, I'm in a bit of a pickle here, this chick I met at the gas station on my way over got all freaked out on me when I commented about how much chocolate she was buying... I know, right, women! I mean it just kinda reminded me of you and-'

Sam shot him a death glare.

'A-anyway, so she pulled a gun on me and insisted I called you, you wouldn't happen to know anything about this? She an ex girlfriend of yours or something?'

On the other end, the boy was silent for a moment before Saying in a stern voice 'hand her the phone.' Matt obliged.

Taking one hand off the wheel, Sam took the phone put it on loud speaker and placed it on her lap. 'Hello.' She said coldly.

The caller was silent for a moment, before the familiar voice of Willy Wonka's child answered 'so, you managed to track my good friend Matt down. Perhaps I didn't give you enough credit!' I was right! I can't believe it!

'Damn fucking straight. Now you listen to me-'

'Did you think you can threaten me or something? The deal still stands. I know you have what we need, and the simple fact that you got lucky to run into Matt changes nothing. The exchange will take place tonight, same location.' He said simply.

'Don't you get it you moron? I have my own hostage now. Ill exchange your mafia scum boyfriend for my friend, thank you very much.'

The blonde scowled 'Matt has nothing to do with the mafia.'

She looked sceptically at Matt who shrugged 'I don't. I'm actually visiting Mel's for another reason.'

'Which is?'

'I don't think you need to know that.' He laughed.

Sam scowled at this and pointed the gun at him again to which he responded with a sarcastic chuckle.

'Ha, Mello this chick is literally the female version of you. You two should go out or something-'

'Shut up, Matt' Mello grumbled.

'Let's not get off track here. Point is, I have your friend and unless you let Jaz go, I will shoot his fucking brains out.' Sam harshly said not taking her eyes off the road but lowering her gun. Of coarse she couldn't actually do that but she needed the blonde to understand she meant business weather she was bluffing or not.

'Woah woah, now let's not get crazy. See what you do Mels? Your girlfriends always go after me after you're done with them.' He winked at the very annoyed girl beside him. Why the fuck is he not taking this seriously?

'She's not my- look, Matt has nothing to do with this. You and your friend on the other hand are part of an organised crime group, am I right?' Mello asked.

'No... I... I think Kira got them...' Sams voice shook a little at that. To tell the truth she had been herself terrified that Kira knew her identity ever since Kyle fell from the heart attack. 'You're right, we were working with a mafia syndicate, but we're not anymore. They're dead. I... I just want Jaz back.'

The boy on the other end remained silent.

'Please, Mello, or whatever the fuck your name is. Please just let her go. They're not a threat to your mafia buddies anymore. That's why u wanted to meet Ryder himself, right? To kill him and eliminate your competition? He was the boss... I'll give you the money for the stolen cocaine but they're dead now, please just let her go.'

'Meet me at Lazy Eye motel just outside of town in two hours.' Mello finally answered after another few seconds of silence, presumably spent in consideration. 'bring Matt.'

She sighed in relief 'Does this mean you believe me? Are you going to bring Jaz?'

The blonde hung up. Damn why does he always hang up without answering my questions?

'Sooo, where are we heading now?' Matt asked.

'To sell the car. So what kind of dumbass name is Mello anyway?'


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