She slightly blushes and adjusts her skirt. I take another sip of my drink when my phones rings. I ignore the call and focus on London.
"So like I was saying-"
Another ringtone interrupts me.
"Maybe you should just take it. Might be an emergency."
I pick up.
"I'm listening."
"Get the fuck outta here bro it's a trap !"
I put my phone back in my pocket and I breathe slowly. I scan my surroundings and I take London's hand.
"We gotta leave."
"Why ?" She frowns.
I ignore her question and rush through the parking lot. I wave at her to stop running.
"The fuck is going on Dorian ?" London tries to catch her breathe.
As I am about to give her some explanation, dozens of shots ring out from the party room.
"Oh my... Oh my God ! There's a shooting !"
"My car is parked over there. We just need to reach it, okay ? Take the key."
She just holds my hand firmly. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she's terrified. As we make our way to my car, I spot an armed guy lurking in the area. I stop myself. Fuck. I don't want to use violence around London but the situation gives me no other option.
I take out my gun and load it. As we approach, the guy points his gun in our direction. London hides behind me. She's shaking.
"Put the gun down." I order.
"Nah man you know I can't do that."
"Who are you ? Who sent you ?"
"You don't gotta ask me questions nigga shut the fuck up !"
"Aight man, calm down. I just gotta know."
"Dorian Robinson knows nothing bout what's going on ?" He chuckles. "You look goofy as fu-"
I shoot in his direction and hit his leg. London starts to run towards the car and I imitate her. But a sudden pain in my tight makes me fall heavily. That nigga fucking stabbed me. He crawls to me and tries to stab me again.
As he is about to take another shot, he gets hit with a bottle. Dude gets knocked out instantly. London helps me stand.
"Is he dead ?" Her voice is shaking. "I didn't know what to do, I... He was going to hurt you and I..."
"He'll be fine, L. Don't worry about him. We need to leave."
"You can't drive."
Another round of gunshots make us rush to the car. London starts the vehicle and we quickly leave the parking lot.
I take a look at my wound and realize it's bleeding. I take my top off and use it to stop the lose blood. I feel dizzy.
"Dorian ? Are you okay ? Where are we supposed to go ?"
"Just... Take the third address on the GPS."
"I think we should take you to the hospital. You're going to pass out if we don't-"
"I'm good, L. I'm good." I sit up, trying to reassure her. "Just drive. Please."
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When London opens the door, I just rush to the living room and let myself fall on the couch. I'm trying not to loose consciousness despite my condition. I can't believe I let that nigga hit me so easily. That's the type of mistake I usually don't make. I was so focused on keeping London safe that I neglected the rest.
"How do you feel ?"
"Amazing."
She rolls her eyes, "I have to disinfect that wound."
"Damn you want me to get naked right now ?"
"I don't know how you can still be so unserious." She smiles. "Hurry !"
I take my cargo off. London pours alcohol on the wound.
"Holy shit ! That shit hurts like hell damn it."
"I'm sorry..."
She bandages the wound then leaves the room. I sigh heavily. I can't remember the last time I got hit like that.
"Okay so..." London takes her purse. "I'ma go now."
"You serious ?"
"What ?"
"You can't leave." I say in an obvious manner.
"Why ? This guy looked mad at you, not me."
"Man be for real. You cannot leave."
"First, you don't gotta be this rude. Second, I'm not staying here."
"Why not ?"
"Because."
"Because what ?"
She just stays silent. Seductively silent.
"You can waste my shampoo and take my clothes for the night. The bathroom is this way. Take all the time you want."
"Thank you." She smiles and walks out of the living room.
This woman is so beautiful it's insane... I find myself smiling like an idiot.
Anyway, I light up a blunt and try to relax. My phone suddenly indicates an incoming call from Sam.
"You alive ?"
"Of course I am."
"Oh man fuck I thought them niggas had you."
"They almost did. I need to know what the fuck happened."
"For sure. But for now, just get some rest bro. I'll call you tomorrow."
I put the phone on the table and hit my blunt a few times. I turn the TV on for some background noise.
I could have died tonight.
About twenty minutes later, London walks in the living room. She's wearing one of my oversized t-shirts and her hair is wet. She looks beautiful. She sits on the couch without a word.
"You want me to put it out ?"
"Nah you can smoke. It's your place."
"Look I'm sorry for all this. I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine ! We meet at a party, we talk then boom ! Someone tries to kill you. You shoot him, we run away and boom ! I take a shower at your place. A stranger's place. That's the best night of my whole life."
A stranger... We've been flirting for a while now but it's cute to see that she doesn't wanna admit she has feelings for me.
"Well I got stabbed bro I've been through better days too."
"Who tried to kill you ?"
"I have no idea."
"It's actually fascinating that you remain so calm despite a death's threat."
"Panic won't help. And I've been there before."
"Interesting. So people often wanna kill you. Nice. And what on hell can you be doing to deserve such persecution ?"
I just exhale smoke.
"That will be all for today."
"I always get answers to the questions I ask."
"I never said you wouldn't get answers. But you won't get them now."
"I want to."
I smile, "Do you think you can handle the truth, London ?'
My questioning seems to upset her a little. She starts playing with her damp hair.
"You know what... Let's play a game. You can ask me 21 questions about absolutely anything. I'll answer each one honestly.
