He saved me

Chapter 18

Nevaeh's POV

I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. I turned around groaning, shielding my face under the blankets from the blinding sun. That's when I realised. I don't own a comfortable bed. I shot up and looked at my surroundings. I started to recall the events of last night. Three men following me into that alley, knocking them out, Carter, Chase. That's when it hit me. Where in the hell is chase. I remember him falling asleep beside me, which I'm still internally freaking out over.

I hopped up out of the bed, heading for the door when I suddenly tripped. "WOAHH" I shouted. I looked back to see the sweatpants I was wearing, around my ankles. Oh right! I forgot they were too big for me. Curse chase and his long legs.

I look up to she chase running over to me, looking at me with a worried expression. That worried expression soon turns into an amused one, once he looks down to my ankles and can already tell what happened without me having to explain to him.

He reaches down and picks me up from under my arms, and sets me on my feet. He bends down and lifts my sweatpants back up, tying them with the strings to make sure the don't fall back down again.

"Thanks" I mutter embarrassed. He nods and turns to the stairs "come" I follow him downstairs to the kitchen. Food is already set out on the table. I sit in the across from chase and eat some of the pancakes he's made. HOLY MOLY! THIS TASTES AMAZING! who knew chase Kingston could cook?

"This is delicious" I say to him. "Thanks" he mutters and goes back to eating. As I'm eating, I recall our little conversation before we went to bed last night. "Hey, remember we were supposed to talk?" I say to him. "He looks up from his food with a confused gaze which soon turns into one of understanding.

"Ok, start"

Chases POV

So much for trying to keep my clothes 'blood free'. I sighed as I knew this could either go really smooth or really bad. I'm hoping for the first option. There's no way around not telling her about who I am and what I do.

"Who were those men?" She asks. "They're members of a gang from the side of town you live on. The bandits" I say, giving it to her straight. There's no point on beating around the bush. She was gonna find out sooner than later.

"And how would you know of that? At first I would've guessed rumours but, you had a gun In your hand last night and it's what you used to knock that guy out and you had extra people with you. So my hypothesis is, you are either part of the FBI or your in a gang yourself."

"Well I'll be a monkey's bare-assed uncle." I turn around to see Asher with his mouth wide open in shock. Took the words right out of my mouth. I look behind Asher to see Carter smirking at Nevaeh. "Who knew you were this smart vaya" Carter said walking towards us, grabbing some food and sitting down on a chair. Asher followed soon after.

"Well what is it? FBI or gang?" She asked looking at all of us expectantly. The two boys look to me. Ughhh. "Mafia" I reply. "Biggest in the world to be exact. And our dear chasey is the leader" Carter ends with a teasing tone. I throw a piece of cheese at him and it sticks to his face with a slap sounding around the room. He glared at me and I smirk at him in return.

"Huh? Cool" she says going back to her food. Cool? Is that all she has to say? I was expecting her to cry and shake in fear, but no. She's sitting there eating her food as if we just told her what day of the week it was.

Nevaeh's POV

I know, I know. Mafias are illegal and people die. But I ain't exactly all innocent either. I'm an illegal underground street fighter. And it's not like I find killing people cool, I just find all the fighting, guns and street racing cool. I'm a bit of an adrenaline junky to be honest. But something I absolutely hate is drugs and alcohol. The person I've seen my uncle become has put me off any type of alcohol Alone.