Sunset Boulevard

Chapter 10

Chapter 10.

“I wanna see everybody get the fuck down, and shut the fuck up!”

That was the gruff voice that accompanied the door being kicked in, as the white double-doors slammed into the walls behind, no doubt making a mark on the crème interior. There were several screams and shrieks from the woman, and the men were simply at a loss for words, most irrefutably furious at the sudden turn of events.

No more than 15 men - all in matching but various different coloured leather jackets, beat up jeans and balaclavas - had now infiltrated the large room, scattering themselves out behind the distinct leader; the man who'd announced their presence rather abruptly.

“Now see here, young man,” an old man, in perhaps his 60’s, said, his eyebrows narrowed, “This is preposterous, you cant just-”

“Old man,” the ringleader said, stepping towards him and cocking his gun against the top of his head. “If you don’t want 2 rounds to the head, I suggest you shut the fuck up.”

The man paled instantly, and his shaking form was pulled back by a woman, presumably his wife, as she started to wail in an unattractive manner.

A chuckle escaped from another of the balaclava-clad men, as he was stood just to the side of the gun-wielding man. “There’s always one.”

The leader smirked beneath his mask.

“Now here's what I want you to do here,” the tall, deep-voiced man said as he pointed the gun straight out in front of him, arm stretched as he walked slowly across the room, as if he were stalking them. “All of you get in that corner, now.”

They immediately complied, and they huddled together, pressing themselves tightly in an effort to distance themselves from the robbers.

Matt was beside himself with anger, and although he knew better than to pick a fight with a bunch of gangsters who had guns (and the lack of a conscience that would make them shoot without a second thought), he just couldn't stand there and do nothing.

“Hey,” he shouted, grabbing the leaders attention, as Matt stepped away from the group, positioning himself in front of them. “You're trying to steal from the wrong people, pal. The cops will be here in 5 minutes, tops.”

“Well, I don't see how,” the man drawled. “Since we've disconnected the phone wires and trashed the signal from the area.”

“Matt,” Wayne called, a panic-stricken look on his handsome face. “Where's Delilah?”

The blonde gaped at him in a moment of pure confusion, before he turned to the hooded figures.

They couldn't see it, but a certain sandy-haired villain was smirking proudly.

“What the fuck have you done?” Matt barked as he turned back to the gang, seething. He'd never felt so much anger and panic at the same time, it was deafening, and he could feel his heart beating in his ears. “Where's Delilah?”

Leader tilted his head to the side, smirking like the devil. “Delilah? Now would she be that hot little blonde thing? Short black dress, big blue eyes and a tight little ass?”

“You fucking bastard!”

Matt took a few running steps towards him, before the man's gun was pointed at his chest in a quick movement, and the blonde came to an abrupt stop.

“Keep walking.” He threatened, enunciating each gruff syllable slowly.

Matt stood his ground, flexing his jaw in fury, but eventually took a single tentative step backwards. They stood, eyes fixed on each other to see who would make the next move, for a good few moments, before Matt took it upon himself to, reluctantly, step back.