FANG POV
I didn't shout after Iggy, letting him be alone. I knew he had to calm down and rethink the situation with a cool head. That's exactly what I should do aswell. Analyse deeply my current situation and find a solution for it. If there was any. I knew how me dissapearing looked to them. I was either dead or a traitor for them. Which actually means exactly the same. If you fail a mission, you have nothing to come back for, unless meeting with a sharp, cold knife is what you desire. I remembered all the screams and pleas of those who dissapointed the boss. He always remained emotionless as he slowly cut down their throats, letting the blood squirt on him. When cleaning the knife, he used to explain me how important it is to make the backstabbers pay for their mistakes. "I can't let myself down because of someone who is not capable of accomplishing one, stupid task." He was hard-hearted and that's what kept him on the top of the food chain for years.
I snuggled deeper under the blanket and closed my eyes. The warmth and softness surrounding me was something I didn't experience since long ago. I couldn't remember when was the last time I had felt so comfortable. I didn't want to ruin the moment worrying about my future. I had no future anyway. The death was hovering above my head just waiting catch my last breath in hands and walk with me away. I could just enjoy the very moment and not worry about the inevitable.
"God, no... Fang, get out of bed! Now!" Iggy stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door against the wall. "You have to leave! Dissapear! I'll tell Max you couldn't stay longer." He kept on rambling, not even looking in my direction. He was nervously biting his lower lip as he fidgeted in place. "Escape to another country, I don't know, you simply can't stay here! If Ī won't kill you, the boss will! Then he'll kill me! And if he'll possibly find out about Max..." His voice broke down, the sentence not needed to be finished. I stared at him in silence, being fully aware of everything he said. I knew what I had to do. Yet, I couldn't find any motivation to act. I just wanted to forget about it all and live the moments. Sleep in bed, eat warm breakfast. Die.
"Ig, I can't..." I started, slighty raising up on my elbows. " Yesterday... It was a trap. I had no chance. I got shot and lost a lot of blood. I can't run away. Not now at least. I am too weak and they would get me in no time-"
"So you will risk Max's life?!" he interrupted me, leaping to my bed. His ice-blue eyes were full of anger as they kept on shooting daggers at me. He clenched his jaw, trying to control his furry. " I honestly do not care. I wish this situation never to happen, but you fucked up, Fang. Now you have to deal with the consequences" He hissed, his body hovering over me. I said nothing, staring emotionlessly back at him. He knew I wasn't going to listen to him. And he knew there was nothing he could do about it beside shouting and threatening me.
"Better go to the kitchen. Your bitch might come back soon and she wouldn't like to see you getting involved in some deep shit, would she?" I remarked in a flat voice, showing no intence in moving anywhere, my dark eyes locked with Iggy's bright blue. Life taught me never to play fair and I was sticking to the rule. In this world watching only your back mattered. And Iggy was making the mistake of caring for someone else's too. After a while of exchanging stares, he just narrowed his eyes, before turning around on a heel and leaving the room with a loud slam.
Unintentionally I let out a loud sigh. God, my life was so fucked up. From the very start to the very end. I cought the edge of the blanket and threw it to the side, uncovering myself. I looked down at my stomach, now nicely wrapped up with a bandage. I has still my dark jeans on, the girl not bothering to take them off. They were dirty and covered in dark, clothered blood. I stuck my thumbs down them and slowly took them off. I bit my lower lip, trying to make no sound as the left side of my abdomen radiated with pain. When the pants were already off I fell back on the pillow breathing heavily. I dropped the jeans carelessly on the floor and tried sitting up again. Leaning on my elbows I swung my left leg off the bed, soon followed by the right. My feet touched the soft carpet and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Great job, Fang - I thought to myself as my eyes caught my reflexion in the big mirror on the wall. I tried not to focus on my shitty looking face, as I stood up. I held on the wall as I took few steps towards the door. I was extremely weak due to the blood loss and starvation. I couldn't move anywhere. I slid down to the floor and closed my eyes. I was helpless. My life depended now on some stupid girl. I couldn't understand her behaviour at all. She let some complete stranger, one that was threatening her and owning a gun stay at her house. She could easily give me away to the police as I fainted. Why didn't she do it? I had no idea.
" Am baaack!" I heard the familiar female voice in the kitchen. Iggy muttered something back to her, but I couldn't exactly get what he had said. Then the door to my room opened and the blond girl entered with a big smile on her face. It faded slowly away and turned into confusion as her eyes wandered from the bed to the floor and me sitting on it, staring at her helplessly. She approached me quickly and dropped on her knee, her eyes full of worry. She brought her hand up and brushed hair away of my face.
"What happened? Are you alright?" she asked, sincere concern in her voice. I nodded, escaping her sight, not being able to continue on staring at her. She was like an open book, all emotions blankly showing on her face. I couldn't bear that. "Why are you on the floor? Get back to bed!" She demanded, wrapping her arm around my waist helping me to stand up. I didn't object, leaning against her petite body. I took a deep breath in and smelled her soft hair.
" I love vanilla" I mumbled, snuzzling my nose against her neck. A rosy blush creeped upon her cheeks as she shrugged shoulders.
"Ok, enough!" Suddenly someone pushed me to the bed and I feel on it heavily. I hissed in pain and angrily cursed under my breath.
"Iggy! He's injured!" Max bellowed, slapping the back of his head. He didn't look at her as he turned around and left the room.
"The pancakes are ready" he announced from the kitchen, making Max immediately forget about the anger as she ran quickly to grab something to eat. I stayed in the bed not sure If I should follow or if I would be brought some food here. My stomach was growling from hunger and the heavenly smell was pure torture. The smell remined me of childhood, old times when I believed happiness existed.
"Here, enjoy your meal" Max said, placing a salver in front of me. Next to the plate full of pancakes stood a big mug of hot chocolate with small marshmallows swimming in it. I grabbed the fork and knife and quickly shoved a piece of food, almost moaning on it's incredible taste. It didn't take me long to finish off all the 10 pancakes and drink every last sip of the drink. I gave the salver back to Max and she smiled at me, dimples forming on her cheeks. She placed the salver on her desk, not bothering to take it back to the kitchen. She bent down and took something out of the drawer. I heard a soft click and then she turned around pointing my own gun at me. I froze, my eyes slithly widening not expecting that to happen.
"Ok" she started, moving closer to me, holding me at the gun point " Now you'll tell me everything. Who you are, what you want and why shouldn't I contact the police at the very moment."
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