As I seemed to regain consciousness, a billion questions rushed through me, and I blinked at the lifeless body like it could give me an answer.
When did I choose to pull the trigger? Where did this gun come from? What led me to this place at this ex...
Surprise! 2 songs for this chapter (I couldn't choose! I'm not good at making decisions lol)
The song mentioned for the first part of the chapter is 'Don't take your gun to town' by Johnny Cash right here:
And then (you'll know when it changes), it's 'Down to the bottom' by Dorothy 😉 in the header.
Oh, and here are the aesthetics for the coming chapters to put you into the mood 😈 I hope you'll like them!
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'Take me down, everybody down
Take me down, down to the bottom
Take me down, everybody down
Take me down, down to the bottom'
"You sure?" Blade insisted on the words, adding emphasis with his gaze under a lifted eyebrow, and pushing the question he'd already asked too many times.
What was it that was making the dangerous bad boy so hesitant? It was just a bar, and we were coming from a shooting range.
Of course, what Pete had revealed was frightening. But Blade wasn't scared of anything, and it wasn't the first time I stepped into dubious places of his world.
What could possibly happen here in one night?
I glanced at the neons forming the words 'The Drillin' above the door and contrasting with the washed-out gray facade, my eyes avoiding carefully the large windows on the sides where I'd glimpsed silhouettes in a heated conversation some night when I'd walked near.
It didn't look recent, nor particularly welcoming, but none of the buildings around were, and we couldn't judge only on appearance.
"Yes." My gaze came back to Blade before sliding down to my own appearance.
My hesitation was more about this because even if I'd chosen a discreet A-line skirt and blue tee-shirt, I wasn't sure it was the most appropriate for this place.
It seemed I never fitted in. I wasn't ladylike enough for tea parties, but I was too much ladylike for bar dates.
However, Blade reminded me of the most important part of my outfit as he put his arm around my waist, his hand resting on the slight bulge that I'd managed to hide with my cardigan.
"Until when do you have?"
"My parents said they'll come back from their dinner around midnight, so I have to be home before 11.45 p.m." This sounded a little too much 'princess-like'.
