Infernal Attraction ©

Chapter VI: Dangerous closeness?

"It doesn't count as hell if you like the way it burns".

And here he is...by my side once again for reasons of fate, defying the laws of the universe, facing my predator and showing life and death are hanging on a very thin thread. So thin that he isn't afraid of cutting it.

Laurent's face gets tense for a moment, it's noticeable that he wasn't expecting this dangerous presence. Even so, he shows a sarcastic and challenging smile.

—Look who's here! -he gets close with both arms open to Ethan in ironic tone- Nothing more and nothing less than our "Dante". Don't tell me this beauty is one of your little bitches! -he turns his look to me for a few seconds.

Fear takes over my body when I remember those men are armed, and the defiant way of them talking, makes me want to run away from that place before one of them draws his weapon.

Despite the threat, my senses stop me from leaving Ethan alone in this situation, so I stay by his side holding his arm, trying to keep him away from this inopportune situation.

—Ethan, let's get out of here! -I beg him in a weak voice tone.

I try to drag him out to the night club's exit. Nonetheless, my efforts were worthless, he didn't move a single foot. On the contrary, the stiffness on his body increased.

The giggles of Laurent and his thugs are heard. His threatening look is put on Ethan, as he gets very close to his face to intimidate him.

His vibes become more tense, and decides to hold on insults to attack his enemies...

—Yeah, listen to your little bitch, get out of here- he maliciously inquires.

Laurent's words and teasing tone burst out in seconds the war I was so afraid that would begin.

Ethan puts his arm behind him and takes the weapon he had hidden in the back of his belt. With the same speed in which he took the weapon, he ended up grabbing Laurent by the neck of his shirt, as he pointed at his head with a Beretta.

Everybody around us immediately noticed the situation.

Thousands of people started running to the night club's exit as if it were a stampede. The horror screaming did not wait at all, and if it wasn't enough, he wasn't the only one drawing out his weapon. The other five men were pointing at Ethan, waiting for Laurent's orders to shoot us, right there, right then!

To my surprise, Laurent doesn't seem so scared. On the contrary, it looks like he's enjoying the situation. His mocking smile hasn't disappeared not even a second.

And so, I ask myself: How cold a person must be to not be afraid of death, which is dancing in front of his eyes? What kind of maniac enjoys seeing his life exposed to a homicide?

Psychopaths, that's how they are called...

—Bravo! Here's our little Dante...You really make honor to your pseudonym. Look at yourself! You're here playing to lose your life for some nice curve's fault. Tell me...Have you forgotten how did all end up the last time? -he asks with a false worried tone.

Ethan's eyes are injected with hatred, they lose the charming shine that often obsess me so much. His face shows pain and indignation.

I wonder...what would have transformed him into a murderer?

Ethan releases some words aloud -You're going to die, Laurent! -then unseals the gun.

¡Click!

When I hear the noise from his gun, I realize I cannot let all of this happen the same way as in that alley. Taking in consideration it's very likely that we will also be buried in that place.