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Fang POV

"I can't keep on living this way, Alonso! We need to run away. Change our names. Disappear. They're never going to leave us alone!"

"Hush! Can't you keep it down?! Do you want the whole neighbourhood to hear our conversation?!"

The dark haired Latino silenced the woman, throwing her a cold stare as he approached the window to close it. She sighed heavily and flopped down on the nearest chair. She seemed truly tired, with undercircled, red eyes and pale skin. Her dark hair were tied into a messy bun, some of them falling freely on her sholuders. Although it was middle of the night, she still had the clothes on. Faded purple dress, with cheap jacket over it. The man didn't look any better. Unruly black locks almost completely covered his lifeless obsidian eyes. His usually full red lips, were pale and dry. His posture was hunched, as if he wasn't able to bear with the weight of the life anymore.

"Sergio is going to arrive in about 20 minutes. He promised to hide us for a while. Then, we'll try to get some cheap plaintickets to the europe. I know a guy there who'll make us new IDs for half the price." Alonso muttered, sitting next to Sara. She leaned her chin on the hand and gave him a small nod in response.

"What about Raul?" she asked in a small voice, looking at him with anticipation.

"We can't take him, you know that." he answered shortly, his voice growing harsh "I think Sergo has just arrived. I heard beeping. Let's go!" He said, standing up. He grabbed the small suitcase from the floor and headed to the door. Just before them he stopped and waited for his wife. She was still sitting on her chair, with her eyes closed, breathing deeply. Her mother's heart was dying from pain at the thought that she had to leave her only son alone. But she knew the whole journey was too dangerous and risky to take a 6 years old kid with them. She wanted to guarantee him safe home and peacefull life, yet the only thing she was able to do was running away.

"Sara-"

"I'm coming." She cut him off, hastily standing up and grabing her bag. She approched him and not looking back closed the door. If only she decided to stop for a while, she would see for sure the small crying boy, crouched behind the slightly opened bedroom door.

I sat up rapidly, my breath raged and shallow. As the sudden pain went through my body, I heavily collapsed back on the bed groaning loudly. I stared at the white ceiling trying to calm my nerves down and get my heart beat back to normal. I thought about the dream, a flashback of my dark past. Since my parents left me, I had to try to leave on my own. It didn't take long till I enrolled to a gang. It was the only way to somehow survive. Be with them or against them, which you can also read as 'be dead'. I quickly got the nickname Fang, from a battle in which I left my enemy completely toothless. As the years passed I earned the trust of the boss, finally becoming his the most trusted fellow, well beside his son, Dylan. I didn't mind it tough, since we were best friends, well, the clostest things to best friends in a crime partnership. But everything changed few months ago...

"Oh, you're awake."

My head snapped left, to the direction from which the female voice came. A tall girl was standing in the door frame, looking at me with a concerned expression. My eyes roamed over her , trying to recall who she was. The girls wet hair rested on her shoulder, some of them covering her chest. Her cheeks were flushed from the hot shower, her lips slightly parted as she breathed nervously feeling uneasy under my stare. She had a white towel wrapped around her body and black flip flops on her feet.

"I, ah, just forgot something from my closet. I'll get dressed quickly and then bring you something to eat. Wait a moment" she added quickly, as she skipped over to the wooden wardrobe. I didn't say anything, as my brain tried to process all the access of information it got. She bend her body, giving me a perfect view of her nice ass, as she took something out from the lower drawer. She quickly stood up, holding a black bra in her hands, matching her already put on panties and with a deep blush ran back to the bathroom.

Who was she? I looked around the room trying to remember anything. It didn't give me any clues since it was my first time being here. The bedroom wasn't small, but packed up with stuff which made it look pretty cosy. The books, ripped out papers and clothes were laying everywhere. Her walls were either covered in book shelves or photos.

"Ok, I'm done. I can go bring you some breakfast now. Any wishes?" The girl said as she finally went out of the bathroom. I stared at her for a while before replaying in a flat voice

"Anything warm would be good"

She nodded and not bothering to spend few minutes longer with me, escaped the room. I guess the kitchen was next door, because I could here her moping around taking things out of the cupboards. Then she came back to 'my' room and laughing nervously took the phone from her desk.

"I can't cook actually, so I'll call my friend." she explained, akwardly scratching the back of her neck. I could see that she has been nervous the whole time around me. Who can blame her though?

I shrugged at that keeping my face emotionless. Suddenly everything seemed to me completely unimportant. It didn't matter to me anymore if she wanted to blow the whistle on me she would have done already. All I cared about at the moment was some nice meal I craved for.

Max didn't bother to keep her conversation low, so I could hear everything she said. I guess that maybe she didn't want me to get suspicious over anything.

"Hi Ig. Would you please come over?...The thing's pretty complicated, I'll explain later. ... No, I didn't burn the kitchen yet. I just took the bowls out... What do you mean you don't need them to make an omlet? ... Whatever. Just come over. Bye"

"He'll arrive in few minutes" she said, addressing the words to me. I shrugged at the same time as my stomach growled. Max laughed at that and stuck a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"So...Um... I took care of you yesterday and cleaned your wound. You're lucky that the bullet went right through. I didn't have to make a surgery on you, though I would love to"

I rised my eyebrow at that and she smirked slightly

"I study medicine and want to be surgeon in the future" she answered my unspoken question. "But back to you, I still think you should go to the hospital with that injury. It's pretty dangerous" she stated mater-of-factly. She had a small consolling smile on her face although her eyes were completely serious.

"Can't" I replied shortly, not wanting to get back to the gun argument. She sighed at that and stood up.

"Whatever, gangsta. I'm going to open the door for Ig. He just send me and sms that he arrived." she informed me rolling her eyes. SHe was almost by the door when I stopped her.

"Can I ask you something?" I said in my usual husky voice.

"Shoot"

"Why? Why are you helping me, when I threatened you?" I questioned, true confussion drawing on my face. Max's corners of the lips rose a bit.

"Because you never know what's the background for someone's action, so I couldn't just judge you and let you sink in the darkness you're already in. Everyone needs help sometimes, like an guardian angel. I guess I'm going to have to be your"

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