Taken by The Italian Mafia

A Kink Of Yours?

"Ouch!" I squeak out as I make impact with the ground, I look up to see what, or should I say who, I bumped into and oh how I hate my life

It just had to be Britney and her entourage.

"Oops almost stepped on trash" She says, I groan as I try to get up but Britney does me the favor by pulling my hair

"Thanks" I say sarcastically

"You disgust me you know" she says with a scowl on her face

"Oh so I've been told" I say with and eye role

"You little bitch, if you don't stop with the damn attitude I'll -"

"You'll what?" I interrupt her "What will you do huh, slap me and spit on me? Throw me off the damn building and get it over and done with you filthy bitch!" I practically shout out the last part and her face darkened. Oh boy, I just had to anger her didn't I?

YUP, I'M SCREWED

"And where's the fun in killing you?" she says with a wicked smirk on her face, and before I could register what she said, she pushes me to the ground with such force that even I knew I will get seriously injured

I close my eyes and await the fall, but... It never comes. I wondered if I was already in Heaven, but if I was, I wouldn't feel anything... right?

It feels like I'm against a wall, but wait...this wall has hands, I start feeling the hands and damn is there muscle. It was when I hear a gunshot that I jump far away from the muscled wall.

I open my eyes and there stands three guys each with guns and motorcycle helmets on. My eyes widen the moment I register that they actually have guns.

I notice that the muscled wall I was feeling up is the guy in the middle, who seems like the boss and he seems to be the one who pulled the trigger.

The other two guys on either side of him are built as well, very built I must say. After I'm done analyzing them I turn around to see what is shot and my eyes widen again as I see a bullet hold right next to Britney's shoe.

I hold up my hands in surrender and slowly move back but one of the two guys grab my upper hand, and damn does he have a grip

"We got what we wanted, now let's go" the guy holding me says slightly pulling me with him

"Wait w-what?" to say I am shocked was scared is an understatement "L-look let's think rationally o-okay?" I say pleadingly, but my plea's are fall on deaf ears
"My p-parents will look for m-me, I won't even make you money, I'm fat and ugly and -"

Mr Boss shoots right next to my shoe and it leaves me wondering

"Is shooting at people's feet a Kink of yours or something?" I say without thinking, he doesn't seem phased by my question, but the guys snicker

"We don't have time, the police are on their way" he says and right then we hear sirens getting closer

"You're riding with me" the other guy says and the guy holding me let's go

I walk over to the guy as he takes his helmet off and hands it to me, I don't have time to see his face as the motorcycles roar to life. I hurry to put the helmet on and and climb behind the guy while putting my hands on his shoulder.

He jerks his bike forward and my hands quickly move to his waist on instinct. They all start riding with speed, I look behind and I see why

Oh am I in for a ride