Sunshine

1- Tired

Devin's POV

Last week was the last day of school and I couldn't be more happier to be relieved the stress of being in that prison in disguise.

Now I've been sitting at home watching TV with my two cats. I was living my best life.

Sighing I get up from bed and get ready to go get something to eat, even though my mother swore there was food in the fridge I don't see any. I see ingredients but no food.

Due to the empty fridge I did the only thing anyone would do at the moment. I prepare to go get me some food.

My mom was out with the car so I had to walk, but I didn't mind much since it was a short distance. When I finally made it to one of my favorite fast food restaurants, Braum's, I hurriedly make my way inside.

I order me a chocolate shake, large fries, and a quarter pound bacon cheeseburger with no onions. Taking my food I started my walk back to the house, and witching five minutes I heard gun shots.

I froze not knowing if my ears had betrayed me and I was just being paranoid, but then when I heard the loud sound ring again I knew I wasn't trippin'.

Holding tightly to my food I run as fast I as I could, pumped on adrenaline, I don't remember where the sound originated from but I was just crossing my fingers and hoping for the best.

I don't know what happened between me and gravity for me to trip almost falling on my face, my milkshake wasted, splattered, on the ground.

I think I'm going to cry.

From my peripheral vision I see three dark figures standing in the alleyway. I catch sight of a gun and limp body laying on the floor when I glance at them.

Fuck no.

I quickly get up to my feet, still holding my bag of food, and I run away leaving my spilt chocolate shake on the floor.

I don't know how far I ran but it was far enough for me to almost have an asthma attack. Fuck I left my inhaler at home.

I guess I'm bout to wheeze my way home until I catch my breath.

My side heart, I was dizzy, and I felt as if I was about to faint.

I start walking lazily towards the way to my house, dragging my feet, opening the bag of food and start snacking on some fries.

From behind me I hear the squealing of tires and I turn to look seeing blinding headlights heading straight towards.

I really want run, but I just got done doing that. I'm too tired, I can barely breath, and if I try to start running now it'll just look like I'm limping very fast.

I keep walking as the car stops beside me and the passenger window rolls down, "Get in." The driver demands.

I shake my head eating a fry, "I'm too tired for that." I mutter.

He sighs pointing his gun at my and my heart skips a beat as fear courses through me, but I was still too damn tired.

It had to be that motherfucker from the alley. It had to be.

I glare at the dark silhouette, "You owe me a damn chocolate milkshake, you fucker."

He looks behind him before ordering, "Get her."

Before I could even run the side door of the car opens, and men with huge built tosses me over his shoulder making me drop my food.

Now I'm really about to start crying.

I couldn't handle this right now, so I pretend to faint, going limp over the brute's shoulder as he threw me in the car.

Marco's POV

This was suppose to be a simple, easy extraction. Get information, kill, and leave; but now I'm driving a car that holds an unconscious girl, and two of my men, Simon and Alex.

"Boss, I don't think she's asleep."

"What?" I look at her through the rear view mirror.

"Her breathing to quick for her to be asleep."

Simon nudges her, "We know your awake."

"No I'm not"

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