A/N: Well, It's finally up… chapter four. This one has a little bit of action in it… so we'll see how I go. By the way, don't forget to vote as to whether Paul is in this story or not, and if he is, is he evil, or a friend? Enjoy… BTW, this chapter does have a tiny bit of swearing in it, just so you know!
P.S. If my chapter names don't seem that creative, it's because when I read stories that haven't been updated for a while, I tend to forget what has happened. I don't want you all to have to read the entire thing again, unless you want to, just to catch up. Think of them as summaries…
Disclaimer: All characters you recognize are taken from the Mediator series, written by Meg Cabot, props to her!
Chapter 4: Meet the Mafia.
"Get it into the truck! And shut her up, the piss prick'll be back soon. I don't want him to hear her!"
Toni was exactly how you'd imagine a mafia guy. The little light that was available in the warehouse glistened off his oiled hair and despite his nauseating surroundings; his Armani suit was immaculately clean. If nothing else, I'll give the guy that… he has good taste.
Garbage dumpster issues aside, getting in was surprisingly easy. You'd think that being mafia and all would insinuate tight security, but the only think that barred my way was a locked window, which any amateur lock-pick could remove. I'd jumped into a room that was of no importance, simple storage, however of what I really didn't want or need to know.
Sofia frigging flipped when I suggested this.
"NO! You can't go in there. Did you not understand a single word of what I've said for the last hour???"
But I didn't see what else I could do. I mean, she wanted them put behind bars and her brother and sister freed and yet I wasn't supposed to get close enough to get my hands dirty!!! I'm flatter that she seems to care so much, but really! She wants a job done and I'm gonna do it simple as that. She said I should at least tell someone where I'm going. Of course the only other person I could possible tell would be Jesse and I somehow doubted he'd be inclined to allow me to go. Considering my inability to stay out of trouble when I'm 'working', we'd promised each other that we would at least get a message to each other about where we would be.
Well, a message would be better then an earful. Message it is. I'd called Jesse's work, knowing perfectly well that he'd be busy and left a message with the receptionist. By then I was ready to go.
While Sofia seemed to believe I would get nothing due to the fact I wouldn't even get into the building, I'd actually done well so far. Larissa was obviously in the building and Leo was due to arrive soon. Maybe…if I hung around, I'd get a chance to talk to him.
"Alright, there on, get them outta here!" Toni's voice however was soon drowned out by the truck roaring to life beside him. They soon left the building leaving Toni talking to a man in soft voices. There was no way I could hear what they were saying, especially due to the distant sound of a car coming closer, until it skidded into the warehouse. I finally managed to get my first look at Leo.
His hair was overgrown and disheveled, his clothing in major need of repairs. However, it was his eyes that captured me. If I'd placed a mirror between his own and his recently deceased sister, I wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. The haunting look they gave almost broke my heart.
"…You'll meet them outside the usually place. You know what to do… I need not remind you of the consequences if you fail…" With that, Leo was taken to another room at the far side of the building. I didn't have time to contemplate where he went though…
"Who the HELL are you!" The man had a pretty tight grip on my arm and his face was contorted into an expression I'm assuming was supposed to be intimidating. Unfortunately, he failed in that department, he merely looked like he was about to sneeze all over me.
I didn't answer him. Well… I did, but not the way he was expecting me to, if the grunt of pain he released as I twisted his arms behind his back was any indication. I didn't give him any chance to fight back. Hey… This guy was huge! There was no way I was even giving him a chance to swing. With a swift elbow to the temple he was down. Now thanks to my new friend currently residing at my feet, I had to find a new hiding spot. However, I guess today was not my day as, for the second time today, I heard voices behind me. I swear it is the whether. Mother Nature is cursing me and I'm still inside.
"Hey Rick? Where are…"
There was no way I could take down four fully grown, and I'm assuming trained, mafia men. While I tend to prefer the fight as opposed to the flight option, I had to relent in this case. Time for my heels to prove just why I shouldn't have worn them…
I jumped the guy at my feet and made my way towards the room I'd first entered. Glancing behind me, it seemed more people had joined the chase, boxes flying everywhere as they maneuvered their way between them. Just as I turned back around, another man jumped in front of the door blocking my view. Shit, now I'm in trouble!
I swerved to my left, instead making my way to where the trucks left. Unluckily for me, someone must have cottoned on to what I was doing and was trying to lower the door before I could escape. This was going to take some maneuvering.
By the time I'd reached the door it only left me about a meter. Looking back, I really should have played base ball as a kid. I seriously had that slide down. Unfortunately, the outside was not as empty as I'd hoped and the chase began again. I just wish I'd worn better…
SHIT!
I ducked as the first gunshot fired somewhere over my head. Thinking about it, it was strange they hadn't used them before hand. I mean, they ARE Mafia after all. But that sound sent a violent chill up my spine as I ran. I'd regularly been chased away from a building I wasn't supposed to be in but this was the first time was one of the rare times I'd had a gun fired at me and every time, It still scared the crap out of me!
Several more shots were fired and I was starting to really panic. I needed to make it to the highway…
Just as I was cursing myself for ever coming here, a car came screeching up the sidewalk. I was about to change my direction, thinking it was another mafia member when the front passenger window rolled down and I saw a sight that I almost cried with relief over.
"Susannah! Get in!"
Not giving it a second thought, I launched my self into the passenger seat; all the while gunshots raining around me, and slammed shut the door.
"Go!"
While I caught my breath, straightening up in the seat, my knight in shining armor turned to see who was behind us. His eyebrows creased in the centre as he turned back to face the front.
"There are three following us. Hold on!"
With that he swerved the car sharply to the right, ignoring the orchestra of car horns and brake tires behind us. I, however, turned once I heard a deafening crash. Two of the cars were left unscratched, the other was not so lucky. I feel sorry for the poor soul that was driving that car. I just hope he didn't have any unfinished business…
There was another gunshot as we turned again; taking several backstreets I'd never even seen before. I was starting to worry that we'd never get rid of the tail until we turned sharply into an underground car park. I was panicking at the speed we were going as the hundreds of cars speed past at frightening speeds. Just when I think it couldn't get any worse, the car was almost tilted on its side as we did a 450 degree turn into a space between two large SUV's. Before I even had time to register what was happening, and hand was placed on my back and my head forced down under the dash board. It was in this position that I stayed until I felt the pressure leave my back, signifying it was safe to sit up. The cars were gone but I could hear them leave the lot, if the horns screeching outside the entrance were any suggestion.
I placed my head back on the head-rest, trying to calm my breathing which had tripled since I had got into the car. My relief, however, was short lived as the anger in voice of the man next to me burned my ears.
"Querida, what in the world is going on???"
A/N: Well, there we go, chapter 4 is FINALLY complete. I'm sorry for the wait guys. I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, especially at the beginning of the chase thought he building. I guess it's because I can see it happening in my head but it moves so fast I can't type it all. I did enjoy writing Jesses little double agent move with the car though. I know it seems a bit farfetched, him only just supposedly having leant how to drive and all, but I figured that he did have 150 years to; as my PDH teacher calls it, practice it perfectly in his head. That is a long time people!!!
Don't' forget my poll… SHOULD PAUL MAKE A FEATURE IN MY STORY??? And if so, is he good or evil?
Until next time, which I really want to write as it does gonna be fluff, I think…
Melia
