Guns and Roses

Chapter 2

I realized I forgot to specify at the beginning that Michael's height in this is six feet. That's all, so I'll let y'all continue!

The car finally came to a screeching halt after what felt like days of driving. Michael was once again forced out of the vehicle by the four men and dragged along a white marble floor. The lack of air from just the gag itself was enough to fuel his panic attack. But now that the realization came upon him that he may lose his life any moment now, his mind entered full panic mode. The group stopped in front of a tall, stoic man wearing sunglasses and a suit, guarding a set of dark double doors along with two others dressed similarly.

"We need to see the boss."

"The Blue Gangster's busy Rogue." A fifth unrecognizable male voice said.

"Oh holy cow I'm fucked. Of all things, God just had to send me to the FUCKING BLUE GANGSTER."

The bag was removed from Michael's head, but the blindfold and gag remained on.

"I think boss might make an exception for this."

The Blue Gangster was the biggest leader of crime on the North American continent. He was notorious for his ruthlessness, which was partially why he could dominate such a vast area within such a short time. Though everyone knew about him, no one actually knew what he looked like and he was clever enough to know how to completely hide his tracks, giving law enforcement a tough time finding him. The Blue Gangster was the primary motivation for why Michael wanted to join the police force himself as his own Stardust had died because of a gang. But now that Michael was about to meet the biggest crime lord himself face to face, he was shocked he hadn't shit his pants yet.

The fifth man stood expressionless and faced the doors as the other two opened them, letting him disappear into the room. Moments later, he reemerged and indicted for the group to come inside. The man resumed his position outside as they made their way to the massive desk in an equally massive room. The ominous thud of the doors sounded too similar to the end of a life, sending shivers down Michael's spine.

The men forced Michael to his knees in front of the Blue Gangster, who was seated with the back of his black leather chair facing them, not bothering to turn around to acknowledge the group. At this point, Michael didn't know if he just wanted everything to be over with already or let things play out. What he did know though was that his heart currently felt like it ran ten marathons back-to-back.

"We have something to show you, boss." Rogue's voice carried a slight echo off the tall, dark oak bookshelves but was muffled by the giant Persian rug covering the entire floor.

After a moment's pause, the Blue Gangster rose from his seat and walked towards them. Each step he took closer made Michael's heart freeze until he was finally in front of them. A snap was heard and the gag and blindfold were removed, but the handcuffs stayed.

As the gag was removed, Michael could finally breathe properly again, but when the blindfold was undone, his breath froze in shock.

"The Blue Gangster....is a woman?!"

In front of him was a beautiful light skinned woman of what origin he didn't know. Long raven locks framed her honey eyes, an expression of impassiveness written within them. She stood a bit shorter than Michael's six feet, making him guess she was around five foot seven or eight. For a sweet moment, he forgot this stunning woman was actually the Blue Gangster and not a man like everyone, including him, had thought. However, that moment was cut short when one of the men grabbed his hair and forced his head up to look at her.