Mafia (DNF)

Forty-two

"No," Dream said, shuffling the files on his desk.

"I haven't even asked my question?"

"You're going to ask to go mess around with Karl, and my answer is no," he stated.

"What? Why?" I demanded. "It's after hours, I don't even technically need to ask for your permission, I only asked so you'd know where I was."

"You need my permission to go anywhere, and you've been denied. Come on, let's go home."

Anger bubbled up inside of me. "No, actually, I'm leaving. I have somewhere to be. Good day."

I turned and stormed out, hoping he didn't follow me. I didn't hear his footsteps, but when I came out of the elevator, Nick was standing there.

"Sorry, George. You're coming with me."

"No, I'm not. Tell Dream I'll be back in about an hour," I told him, stepping around him.

He stepped in front of my again, shaking his head. "It's his orders, I can't let you go."

"Yes you can, and you will," I huffed annoyingly, trying to go around him again. This time he sighed, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me back.

"Hey! Stop," I told him, shoving his hands off.

"You know it's for safety, right? Stop making my job harder than it needs to be," he groaned.

"You know Karl? The guy I was with? He thinks you're cute."

Nick was startled. "What?"

I took the chance and ran around him and out the door, as fast as I could. I didn't hear his footsteps behind me either, and I giggled to myself. I was a genius.

I spotted Karl outside, and he seemed to be calling somebody. I ran up to him, tapping his shoulder.

He jumped, shrieking. "Oh, god! What the heck?"

He quickly stuffed the phone into his pocket, turning to me. "That was so unnecessary."

"I might be getting chased soon by Dream's minions," I told him, grabbing his hand. "Let's go."

He seemed a little nervous about my statement, but followed along. We headed quickly to the art gallery he was talking about, which was only about a ten minute's walk away.

We stepped inside the main doors, and I was surprised how empty it was. The only other person I could see was a man in the corner, wearing a beanie, who seemed to be calling someone.

"Hey, wait a sec for me. I gotta use the washroom," Karl told me, pointing to the restrooms. I nodded, and he shuffled away.

I flinched in surprise as a hand grabbed my forearm violently. Assuming it was one of Dream's men, I whirled around, ready to tell them off, but froze.

It was Wilbur, the assistant that had kidnapped me last time. I tried ripping my arm away, opening my mouth to call for Karl, when he clamped his hand down onto my face, muffling me.

"We have your friend held at gunpoint in the washroom," he said in a low voice. "Act normal, or we'll shoot him."

That made me stop struggling, but I was internally panicking. I tried to grab my phone with my free hand, but a guard with black sunglasses appeared behind me, stopping my arm.

I noticed two more of them come out of the bathroom, holding Karl. Oh god, I thought. Not this again, please.

Wilbur led me by my arm outside, into a sleek black car. I tried to look around for any of Dream's men, but I got shoved into the backseat of the car too quickly. The doors locked, and we started moving.