I ran my hands through his hair, my grip firm as I pushed it down slightly, my main focus on his lips.
"And then?"
"Then I'd slide my dick into you and fuck you mercilessly, even if you have me begging to stop, I'll make sure you can't walk or thi...
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We were hardly a couple of meters away from the cafe as I found myself panting for air, while Carla continued running next to me, the both of us not saying a word as the police and the detective chased us from behind.
I turned around, their guns in their hands and my eyes widened, grabbing Carla and turning a sharp corner.
"What the fuck, Khristina!?" She shouts while I turn around, the police still hot on our backs. "The car was right there!" I shook my head, my legs not getting tired but I couldn't give up now.
I needed to run.
The only words that were circling around my head were Dante's; 'And the only solution when you have someone up your back is to either run or kill.' It's crazy how I found myself thinking of what he said but there was no way I was going to kill those police officers so I'll just have to figure something out.
I collected myself, looking at Carla whose face was flushed red, shaking her as if waiting for a command.
I looked forward to another corner not so far ahead and I turned back around, the police were still chasing us but if we turned the corner right now they won't be able to catch us in time which would give us a couple of seconds to hide.
I grabbed Carla's hand again, pushing myself to run faster and turned the corner, pushing past some pedestrians on the road. We only had a couple of seconds to hide and right now my brain was all over the place.
I saw an alleyway, and that was the only thing we could possibly hide behind before we'd actually be in serious trouble.
I turned the corner, pressing our backs to the wall as I closed my eyes, trying to regulate my breathing and a couple of seconds after, the police came running down but they had rushed straight past us.
Carla was the first one to break the silence as she let out a huge gasp of air, leaning on her knee for support.
I rested my head on the wall, closing my eyes again.
I had just run and hid from the police.
A group of people that could find me and toss me in jail the second they picked up a scent from one of their weird dogs.
I'm a fucking criminal. And I'm officially on the run.
Oh shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
I slid down the wall, a stray tear unknowingly leaving my eyes but soon after more sobs escaped and I began weeping. I couldn't hold it anymore. Everything had just come crashing down, ever since I met Dante.
I was never meant to be involved with this, I was only meant to be serving drinks for only such a period of time and then go into college. But that's so fucked.
"Khristina, I need you to take deep breaths for me," Carla's voice was soothing as she rubbed her hands on my shoulder and it didn't take long to notice that I was having a panic attack.
