𝓂𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓁, 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑜

escape

tw: violence

you sat frozen. you didn't know what else to do besides cooperate. you didn't want to die. not yet.

you saw from the corner of your eye, the old man gesturing to the chubby man beside him. he walked up to him and bent down. the don whispered something into his ear, earning a nod from him.

suddenly, the large man approached you. he held out his hand in front of you. you slowly raised your head to meet his face. he had a blank and stern expression. he looked serious and not in the mood for funny business. you knitted your eyebrows and grabbed his hand. he helped you out of the chair, put his hand on your back and ushered you to the door.

he opened it and pushed you out. "michael, cmon." the man said from behind you.

you brung your eyes from the floor to michael. he was sat on the same couch, in the exact position. cheek rested on his hand. it was as if he didn't even move. his eyes were capturing you. he looked at you like hed been in love with you for years. you looked at him the same. the connection you two shared was nothing you'd ever seen before. michaels expression was easy the read, like a children's book. he had a look of worry and fear. a hint of anger. he focused his eyes dead set on your eyes. your skin felt like it was burning from his gaze. he made you feel hot. you knew that your cheeks were pink by now. you were flustered and nervous, which really did the trick to make you aggressivly blush.

the man behind you cleared his throat, trying to earn attention. michael looked as if he was snapped out of a trance. his eyes shot to the man, and he quickly hopped to his feet. he walked towards you. he looked at you again. this time with raised eyebrows. he looked your face up and down. he looked at you until he was no longer able. he brushed past you, and into the office.

butterflies filled you. you felt insane.

the door closed behind you. you turned around and saw the bigger man. he ushered you to sit on the couch. you looked him up and down. you then had an idea.

no matter how much you longed for michael, you couldnt stay here. you couldn't live the rest of your life like this. you had to escape. you could change your look, your identity, move to a different country for god sakes. there had to be a way to avoid sollozo. because you had to escape.

without hesitatation, you turned on your heel and began to sprint. you sprint across the room to a door. you opened it quickly and found yourself in the enterence way. you swung the door open and leaped out.

the freezing winter air consumed you. goosebumps covered your body. you couldn't think about that right now though. you needed to get the fuck out of this place.

you looked around and saw the big tall gate. you began to carry your legs as last as humanly possible. but then, a man jumped in front of you.

a rather skinney man. dark slicked hair, skinny mustance and glasses. he was in a defensive stance, blocking your way.

you stopped and panicked. you quickly turned on your heel, but were met with a large wall. you slammed into the chubby mans stomach, causing you to stumble backwards.

you looked around trying to find a way to escape. your breaths were short and rugged. your heart was pumping 2 miles per minute. you had a huge adrenaline rush at the moment, so your only thought was escape.

the man in front of you grunted and breathed hard. "get her!" he shouted. you felt two hands wrap around your middle and tighten, pulling you close to somebody's body.

you screamed and tried pushing him off. you grabbed his arm and shook it, trying to pry him away from you. you kicked behind you, causing the man to stumble backwards, loosening his grip. you wiggled free and started to run in a different direction.