𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 - 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

.𝟏𝟒 ❦

"WE DON'T PRAY FOR LOVE,
WE JUST PRAY FOR CARS"

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Chloe's POV:

I left the house in a hurry and headed for Jennifer's car, making sure I hid behind it just in case, and took my phone out of my purse to call Georg.

"Hallo?" I heard Georg's deep voice.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Georg, Jennifer's in danger, we're at Fred's and there's lots of guys she's probably the only girl here because she asked me to get out to call you. Get your ass over here with your boys, we're gonna need some help," I say just before hanging up quickly.

I quickly straightened up to look at what was going on and saw the men from earlier leave the room and wander around the house a bit.

I dialed James' number in a hurry. "Hello?" I heard James' voice on the other end of the line.

"James, get yourself, Oliver and John back to Fred's, we're going to need your help," I just said before hanging up too.

I had a feeling something was going to go wrong, and leaving Jennifer alone in a house full of men we didn't know was freaking the shit out of me.

god I hope they will be here soon

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Jennifer's POV:

I tried to control my breathing as Fred held his gun to my head. He took a drag of his joint, still looking me in the eye, and blew the smoke at my face.

"Come on Jennifer, tell me the real reason," he said with a sadistic grin. "Fred, I'm not playing with you, put the gun down," I replied, feeling my heart beating faster and faster.

His smile faded. "YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I'M THE ONE WITH THE FUCKING GUN." he shouted, which made me close my eyes and frown because his breath smelled of alcohol.

"Fred, we've known each other a week, it's not that deep." I replied calmly, trying to ignore the gun pressed against my temple.

He laughed nervously before pushing the gun a little harder against my temple. "Oh Jennifer, I always knew you were a whore." he spat with his sadistic grin again.

I'd had it up to here. I knew I was going to crack at some point and give the bastard a piece of my mind.

"Go ahead, Fred," I said, looking him straight in the eye. He frowned confused because of what I had just said. "PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER." I shouted in his face.

He looked shocked and I felt his breathing quicken. "You know, Fred, I always knew you were a pussy," I said with a grin.

He grabbed me by the throat and slammed my head against the wall. His face was red and his eyes filled with rage. He was really scary, a bit like Tom the last time, he looked inhuman. A real animal.

"You like violent men, don't you, Jennifer? Like your little Tom who nearly blew your little brains out the night of the accident." he whispered, still holding me by the throat.