Staying Alive (Benicio Drew x Reader)

Ch 14: Another One Bites the Dust

The new wolf dropped his gun as he went to cradle his right arm. Boris has just shot him.  Blood gushed out at an alarming speed.

"Cussing idiot!" The wolf sneered. He was held his paw to the wound, but no matter the pressure he applied, the red substance still gushed between his fingers and oozed under his paw. Boris smirked in satisfaction.

Azazel sighed in annoyance as he watched that many customers we're leaving due to the violent scene.

Just as we thought it was over, the wolf kicked Boris on the chest which caused him to fall on his back and drop his own gun. Sammy and Norman didn't even bother to help as they watched from the bar stools, enjoying their drinks and the fight. Even the bartender had begun to clean the dishes.

"I don't think I properly introduced myself," The wolf leaned forward to be eye-to-eye with an angry Boris. "The name's Tom." He smirked.

"It's a pleasure." Boris sarcastically said and rolled his eyes. He saw this as an opportunity and swiped Tom off his feet by kicking his legs. Tom landed on the floor with a grunt. Many onlookers seemed interested and even cheered the two on which only made Boris even annoyed.

The elevator doors finally opened but a large crowd walked out from it and another quickly filed in before the doors could close. Leaving me outside again.

"You have got to be kidding me." I groaned and rapidly pushed the elevator's buttons again becoming more and more desperate as I watched the fight continue.

Boris rolled on his side, stood back up and dusted himself off. He adjusted his fedora, which had slid onto his face, before giving Sammy and Norman a dirty look for not helping him.

Tom sat straight up and held onto his arm in pain. He eyed one of the guns on the floor. Boris caught what he was looking at and all of a sudden, the two were fighting to get the pistol first.

"Let. Go!" Tom gritted as he pulled onto the Boris' wrist who was able to have gotten it first.

Boris yanked his arm away and stumbled back a bit, crashing in the bar's counter. Sammy yelped I'm surprised and finally decided that it was time to help.

"Okay, it's has gone far enough. What does the wolf want?" Norman groaned from his seat.

Boris regained his balance. "Apparently, the parts? He knows we have them." He sneered as he stared at the other wolf.

Sammy raised a brow and walked over to the injured wolf. "Who told you that?" He questioned with a serious look on his face.

"Hah! As if I would tell you." Tom challenged.

The elevator finally opened and out stepped Benicio. Uh oh.

I stepped to the side as Benicio walked over to the bar. The mob boss stared at the five of us. "Good grief. Now what?" He grumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I gave you a break to rest, not to pick fights with nitwits." His eyes then landed on Tom. "What's up with the Boris look-a-like?" He raised a brow.

Tom narrowed his eyes. "Ah. Just the person I wanted to see."

Benicio crossed his arms. "What's this about now?"

The bleeding wolf wobbly stood up. "You have a few parts that me and my gang need. Give them up or else my group will attack." He warned.

"I don't suppose that your "gang" already has a part. Or am I mistaken?" Boris flatly asked.

The other wolf scoffed. "Of course we do. We have the book. Not that you'll ever find anyways." He smirked.

Sammy, Norman, and Azazel were now attentively listening, waiting for someone to strike first. I could tell that things were not going to end up pretty by the look on the demon's face. I slid over to the bar and took a seat to observe as well.

"I bet you $10 that Benicio's gonna shot him." Azazel joked and took a sip of his own drink.

Norman raised a mischievous brow. "I don't think so. The man's not a psycho. Bet cha $10 on that!"

The bartender replied with a 'we'll see' smirk. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Benicio and the others.

"Listen to me, wolf." Benicio growled and got face-to-face with Tom who still wore a smirk. "You're gonna give us the book or else we'll break your metal arm and keep it on my shelf as a prized possession."

Tom scowled and swung at Benicio who quickly blocked. Effortlessly, Benicio kicked Tom in his bleeding arm, knowing that it was his weak spot. Tom howled in pain but that didn't mean he backed off. Boris also now got involved and brought out his gun. Tom's eyes widened in fear.

"Pay up!" Azazel hooted and held out his hand for the money.

Norman snorted and pushed Azazel's hand away in a joking gesture. "Nobody has shot anyone yet."

I hoped it would stay that way.

"He's not worth it." Benicio told Boris who was already ready to finish the other wolf.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. Since when did the mob boss have sympathy?

Boris scowled at him. "But he has a part! Isn't that what want?" He pointed at Tom who ignored the burning in his arm and moved to get up. Boris slammed a foot down onto his shoulders and shoved him into the ground. "Who's laughing now?" Boris sneered.

"Hey, enough." Benicio warned and pulled Boris back. "If the mook doesn't tell us where the piece is, then we'll make our move. How do you suppose we will get our answers if he's dead?" Boris backed down but gave Tom a dirty look.

Tom returned the look and slowly stood back up. "As if we'll give you guys anything." He scoffed. "Just give us the pieces!" He throbbed through the pain.

I winced as I saw him in his condition. Norman and Sammy were watching this as if it was a show, intensely waiting for what would happen. So did a few costumers.

Benicio slowly walked over to the wolf and grabbed him by his neck, not added much force but definitely had a strong grip based on the fact that Tom couldn't remove the demon's hand from his neck. He even pushed the wolf against a wall and every second that passed, Benicio tightened his grip until I was freaking out that the wolf might pass out. "I'm gonna give you a choice right now. Tell us where to find the part or I could end it all right here." Tom choked, trying to open his mouth. He pulled at the mob boss' hand that pinned him up against the wall.

"Hah! I would n-never betray my pack!" He croaked with a determined look on his face.

This didn't help his case though. The grip tightened, and Tom struggled, kicking and pulling and twisting as his lungs started to burn with the lack of air. The fact that his arm was still bleeding didn't help either. The demon laughed. "Look at you! Tell us where to find the part, wolfie. I'm not merciful."

I gasped when I saw that Tom began to panic, trying anything to breathe, to loosen the grip. He was about to faint. Norman grabbed my wrist when I tried to make a move.

"It's his choice, (Y/N)." He reminded me. I felt anxious though and slouched back in my seat and watched what would happen next. The scene was pretty suspenseful.

"F-fine! Fine! It's at our d-diner!" There was a heartbeat of silence.

"And where would that be?" Benicio loosened his grip and let Tom fall to the floor. I sighed in relief.

He landed in a heap, gasped for breath, and coughed. "It close to those small apartments. Douglas' Diner is the name of the place." He grimaced as he rubbed his aching neck.

I was a bit shocked. He was talking about my old apartment. I had been to Douglas' Diner a few times before. I didn't know how comfortable I felt about doing this.

"I know the place and the owners." I admitted.

Benicio lightened up. "This makes things a whole lot easier."

Sammy raised a brow. "Why's that?"

The mob boss turned to face me. "I'm gonna go with Norman's original plan for you." He decided. Norman knitted his brows. "You're gonna be our bait."