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Chapter 6.
"You!" She scowled. "What the hell are you doing here? You gunna push me around again? Huh? You gunna try and prove that you're better than me?" She flicked her hair back over her shoulder as her hand curled into a fist. "Or are you here to find out whether or not I'm a worthy candidate?" She raised her eyebrows and awaited his answer.
"Actually I..." He grabbed the fist that had swung for his face; he pulled her close to him and captured her lips with his own. Bailey pulled back in shock. "As I was saying –", He hadn't been lucky the second time around as her fist made contact with his cheek. He stood, slightly shaken, watching her walk back up towards the stage muttering to herself, he smirked, returning to his brother.
"Did you just? Did she?" His brother stumbled over his words, unable to grasp what he had just watched.
"Yes. Yes I did." He smiled as she picked up her microphone and began to sing as the lights dimmer once more.
For the rest of the night he kept his distance from her. He watched her dance around the stage, talk to fans and then he watched her disappear into a back room.
A few minutes Bailey stepped back out, but in a different outfit. She was completely dressed in black and her hair was pulled back into a bun that she hid under the baker boy hat she had worn on stage. He wouldn't have recognized her if she hadn't of looked up and scanned the whole room, in which he caught her eye. Soon afterwards she made her way through the crowd and out of the front door.
"I'm just, er, going to the bathroom." He made his excuse and left his party. He wandered through the crowd until he reached the door, he took a deep breath as if he were about to jump into an icy pool and walked out.
Icy would be an understatement as the bitter air whipped around his muscular body. He shivered slightly as he peered through the shadows in search of the girl whose name he was yet to know. He saw her turn quickly around a corner so he followed, passing girls lying on the floor too drunk to even think, yelling out obscene statements that hardly passed for English.
She was quick all right, as she broke out into a sprint further up the road. He slowed down and stayed in the shadows as she stopped running and leant against a wall. From where he was standing he could hear voices around the corner, approaching them, his eyes darted from the girl to the people, both men, the tallest, about six foot four with jet black hair walked down the same street that Bailey was hiding on, while the shorter of the pair said his goodbyes and left in the opposite direction. Bailey waited in the shadows until what she deemed was safe. She stepped out behind the man, immediately his feet glued to the floor and he smiled.
"Let me guess." He chuckled. "Your big bad boss sent you to kick me to the gutter. Mess me up a bit before he can be bothered to come finish me off himself?" The man spun around.
"Wrong." Bailey uttered. Her voice sounded deeper than he knew, as he watched her from the shadows. Her eyes darkened as she grinded her teeth.
"Really? Well then we're both men, so let's sort this out like men." The man brought his fists up to chest height, readying himself for a fight. Bailey laughed at his comments and smiled sweetly as if she could never hurt a fly.
"Wrong again." She flicked her hat to the ground to let her long blonde hair fall past her shoulders
"You have got to be shitting me!" The man laughed, lowering his fists. Bailey leant in towards him, smiling still.
"I shit you not." She smirked as he fell to his knees. She pulled the blade back out of his chest and positioned it back in its holder. She leant over his bleeding form on the ground. "Oh, and by the way. I am the 'big, bad boss' so don't ever underestimate me again. Bitch." She kicked at his body a few times for good measure before walking slowly down the street. She stopped.
Bailey POV.
I felt the gun being pushed up against my temple. This was not good. "Bailey Giancana, well haven't you grown up quickly." He walked around me surveying me as he went. He pushed my head to the side, causing my neck to crack slightly. Plan B slowly kicked into action.
"Ahh, Duncan. How you been?" I smirked as he flung me to the wall; blood trickled down my neck from where my head made contact with the brick wall. "I'll send you the bill for the dry cleaning shall I?" I told myself to stay calm, make him think he's got me right where he wants me.
I licked my lips and glanced up to him, he lowered his head, falling for it hook, line and sinker.
And that's when I saw him, the guy that had barged into me; the one that had been in the club, he was running across the street straight for us. Duncan must have followed my line of sight, moments later there was only the echoes of gun shots ringing in the air. Duncan had turned too quickly making his hit off target. As the mystery man fell Duncan spun back to me hoping that I was still in the position he had left me in.
No such luck. I dropped down taking out his legs, jumping back to my feet I pulled out my grandfather's gun and aimed it at his head. He gulped and looked back up at me. "You know I never stopped loving you." He pleaded.
"I'm sorry." My eyes blurred with the tears that I held back. I closed my eyes hoping that I could be somewhere else, anywhere, but that would never be reality. I turned away so I could only hear the gunshot tear through Duncan's body, as a tear fell from my eye. Quickly composing myself, I began on the task in hand.
End of Bailey POV.
Bailey walked up to the man she could only assume was trying to save her. He wasn't moving, she couldn't even tell if he was breathing. She gently kicked his side a few times; he gave out a small moan.
"Oh get over yourself." Bailey shook her head as she stooped down to bring the man to his feet. He had been shot in the left leg, so Bailey took to his left side to help him walk. They moved in silence until Bailey realised that it was quite a walk to her car and catching a bus at this time of night with the injury that he had was result in more than just a few old ladies staring. She pulled her sleek cell phone out of the pocket of her black pants. "Ashley? I need your help. Get my car from the club and meet me at the park." Bailey flipped her phone and stuffed it back into her pocket as she looked down the nearest street to see the park gates. She dragged her wounded man down the street and dropped him down onto the bench. "You owe me big time." She scowled. "I could have just left you for dead. I should have done." Bailey took a seat on top of the wall by the bench and waited. She watched the blood from his leg seep through his pants. She rolled her eyes and jumped off her wall. Ripping off the bottom of her tank top she wrapped it tightly around his leg to help stop the blood loss.
"Thanks." He muttered half-conscious.
"Don't bother." Bailey sighed as the headlights of her car blinded her slightly. The engine stopped as Ashley jumped out.
"Oh god." The blonde punk gasped.
"What?" Bailey asked as she dragged him into her car being careful of his leg. "You know this guy?"
"Yeah." Ashley gulped. "It's Jeff Hardy." Both girls stood back to look at the passed out, multicoloured man in the passenger seat of the car.
"Oh shit."
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