Chapter Two. Teaching's just a side job.

College was the reason I moved to the city, and shortly after classes began in the fall I realized it was going to be the biggest stressor of my life. That was until my history professor gunned me down in the empty pizzeria below my apartment.

Riding the subway to campus the next morning had my stomach churning. My history professor…gunned me down…mafia…revolver…Mr. Vargas…shit. It was all my mind seemed to be able to concentrate on.

"Rey!?" I could still hear the shock in his voice when he realized it was me, and I'm sure as hell he saw the confusion and shock on my face as well when I realized my favorite teacher had intent to kill.

"Shit Rey! What the hell are you doing here!" He cried, quickly disarming himself and going to grab for my shoulders, only for me to flinch away at his touch.

"I live here!" I managed but I could tell I was shaking.

"You live here?"

All I could do was nod my head, still a little confused and terrified as to why my history professor had just pointed a gun at my head.

More cursing in what I assumed was his native tongue. The men around him seemed a little stunned, and were giving both of us wary glances. "Mr. Vargas, what the hell is going on." I whispered, fear evident in my voice and I could tell he was struggling to figure out a solution to the mess he had just made for himself.

"Are you in the mafia?" I whispered again, almost hissing. The older man just looked at me as if his biggest fear had been realized. Gripping my shoulder tightly he looked deep into my eyes.

"Did you hear anything?" he asked, his voice sharp.
"Wha-"
"I said, did you hear anything?"

"No…no. I didn't." I said back, my voice wavering. He could tell I must have been pretty shook up because his eyes softened.

He let go of my shoulders with a sigh.

"Boss, you gonna just let 'er go?" One man asked from behind.

"What would you suggest I do." He spat back firmly, keeping his eyes locked on mine the entire time. "Go to bed kid, and don't speak a word about this."

I stepped onto campus with the words still fresh in my mind. I was afraid, afraid of my own God damned professor. It was a good thing History was the last class today for me, but I still wasn't sure if I would be able to face the man.

I trudged through the foyer out of the math building and onto the sidewalk that would lead me to the history building where I was sure Professor Vargas was growing just as anxious as I was.

Pulling open the doors I easily found my way to the lecture hall from routine and sat myself down in the very back, as far away from the podium as possible, preparing myself for whatever was to come out of this seemingly innocent man's mouth today.
One hour later I was getting ready to pack up my things for the day and head home. Vargas had a student give the lesson today which wasn't unusual for this class, but as I filed out of the room with the other kids I couldn't help but let my mind jump to the conclusion that he hadn't shown because of me.

I was content with that thought though, the longer I could go without seeing his face, the better off I would be. Just forget that night ever happened, I told myself trying to force a smile as I passed by classmates until I reached the platform of the subway that would take me home.

Turning the key in the lock the door swung open without much force, I was sure if someone tried to break in it wouldn't be that hard for them. I really needed to talk to my landlord about the safety of this place. Not even thinking of the night before my mind coincidentally went to my little run-in in the shop.

"I'm not going to make it out of this city alive." I mumbled to myself throwing my keys and bag on my kitchen counter, making my way to the fridge. That was until something out of place caught my eye. Backing up I looked down at the lone plate on the counter with a half eaten turkey sub on it, the sub I had made for my dinner this morning.

"What the hell?" I muttered, taking the plate in my hand about to dump it in the trash. If I left it out all day it couldn't be very good now. I swore I put it in the fridge though…

"Hey! I wasn't finished with that!" a man's voice called from the living room, and I did the only humanly thing anyone would do in this situation.

I dropped the sub, and screamed, louder than I knew I could at the shadowed figure in my living room who was now to his feet running towards me waving his arms like a maniac.

"Stop! Jesus frau!" He tried yelling over my panicked breathing as he backed me into the corner of my kitchen. "I'm not here to hurt you!"

"W-who are you?" I hissed, clinging to the countertops until my knuckles were white.

The guy in front of me looked familiar, and I recognized him the moment the German accent registered in my ears. It was the blonde nightmare from the other night. He looked down at my cowering form with an amused smirk on his face.

"I guess we haven't formally met yet, my name is Lutz." He said with a small most likely forced smile. "You are Reyes Fortier? Correct?"

"…yes." I managed, standing a little straighter.

"My boss wants to speak with you…about the little mishap the other night." A small grin flashed across his face as he eyed me, it was obvious he had a thing for watching people crumble under his stare.
"Your boss?"

"Would you prefer I call him professor Varags?" He mocked.

"What exactly does my professor do as a side job…?" I questioned my eyes narrowing. "He had a gun, he was intent on killing me."

"Let's just say teaching is his side job." Lutz smirked. "Now let's go, he's waiting."

"I'm not going anywhere!" I said, standing my ground. "What the hell is going on? Who even are you?"

"If you really want to know the answer to that question I think it would be best you follow me." He didn't even give me an option, instead started to leave the room expecting me to follow, which I did but mostly out of curiosity. This man was a mystery to me, what was he doing working for my professor...

Nothing was said after that, but I kept an eye on the blonde as he led me down the stairs and out to a car parked near the curb. I hadn't even asked him how he had managed to get inside my apartment; I probably didn't want to know.

"Lovino." Lutz said, nodding his head at the person in the driver's seat as I slid in next to the brute.

"Lutz." He mumbled back, pulling the car from the curb and off into the streets. He didn't even make an attempt to acknowledge my presence but I decided to ignore it. I had bigger problems to worry about now.

"Lutz you bastard, blindfold her!" The driver spoke up, as we made eye contact in the rear-view mirror. "Why is she not blindfolded!"

"I forgot, calm down Lovino." Lutz grumbled back, producing a black cloth from his back pocket and motioning for me to lean towards him.

I figured if I didn't struggle this would be easier on all of us, so I leaned forward as he tied the cloth around my eyes gently. I was surprised at how delicate he was being with me, even more so when his hand lingered on my face to brush a stray brown strand of hair out of the way. "You're in good hands frau." He whispered, gently patting my cheek.

I quickly leaned back in my seat knowing the pink in my cheeks was darkening.

"Potato bastard…" Lovino mumbled, taking the car down the familiar route he knew to be the way home.


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