Tender gangster

Free fall

Talking not with words, but with looks has long been your common habit. Ever since the very first crazy meeting. And now you're looming him with eyes: hide behind me.

It's a fucking banal situation: an event, someone wanting to kill your boss and you, ready to defend him til your last breath. From now on, this is your ordinary life. Almost routine. Even if you haven't abandoned your dream: a private sunny beach and your own bar. Where food, drinks and guests are just you want. A place where you will wake up happy every day. Next to you - your little brother and maybe, - well, why not dream? — Kinn.

You remember how you shared it with him. And there was something in his eyes... something giving hope: you'll see, everything will definitely come true.

His lips on the neck instantly return to reality. Chose the moment!.. And Kinn, — as if his life is not hanging on the thinnest thread right now, — leads the path to your tense shoulder with a lingering kiss.

"I could never resist the smell of your skin, "he whispers, leaving burns with words, "you know, my fiery Porsche."

"Be quiet!.. you hiss, praying to all the gods you know, so that the sweet languor in the lower abdomen does not finally let you fly off the coils, "do not stick out! You're in the crosshairs!"

Taking advantage of the enemy's momentary confusion, you quickly pull Kinn out of the hall, leading him towards the fire exit. But it's not the way out. They are already waiting for you. There remains one option with a roof. That's what you use. Everything could have been done much faster if it hadn't been for Kinn's endless jokes and his intentions to grab you by all the intimate spots while you were climbing.

"And now? To the sky?" putting his hands on his waist — this gesture always catches your eye — Kinn curls his lips in a grin, "how are we going to get out of here?"

I would like to know myself.

After catching your breath, you come to the very edge. There, at a distance of a dozen and a half floors, is a parked truck covered with an awning. You nod, winking: our chance.

The only one.

One for two.

"Kidding?"

"Kinn, either that, or your "friends" will give a bullet in both of our foreheads."

He's doubtful. But footsteps can be heard from the exit to the roof. There is no time to think. You grab Kinn's hand, intertwining your fingers tighter:

"If you're scared, close your eyes. Just remember: I'm here and I won't let go of your hand."

"Promise?" his whisper merges with the sound of the wind.

"No doubt," you squint both eyes, taking a step on the ledge.

Full chest of air. You push off. Fly down, spreading your free arms like wings. A little more and your heart will jump out of your chest — you are so choking on the perfection of the moment. It seems both are screaming, ramming the coarse fabric at speed.

Your hands are still locked. Carefully move your head and limbs. Everything seems to be intact.

Kinn?..

"How are you?" You bend over him lying on his back, but he doesn't seem to be breathing. "Kinn?.. Kinn!"

You try to shake him up, you slap his cheeks involuntarily. The heart is pounding so hard that it's about to break the chest.

"Kinn, please wake up!.." a little more and you're just whining. "Kinn!" your almost crying drowns out the truck engine starting up.

There was a driver in it and didn't notice our fall? Or did he just walk into his seat without paying attention to the rest?