soulmate

Chapter 10: Dylan's Rescue

The sun was beginning to set as I made my way home from school, the cool breeze ruffling my hair. It had been a long day especially with Dylan not here today, and all I wanted was to relax and forget about everything for a while.

As I walked down the familiar streets towards Noah's house, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had been gnawing at me all day. It was like a shadow looming over me, making me feel on edge.

I tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the sound of my footsteps against the pavement. But as I turned the corner onto Noah's street, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Something wasn't right.

The usually bustling street was eerily quiet, and a sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach. I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest as I approached Noah's house.

But as I reached the front gate, I froze.

Standing in front of me were two men dressed in black suits, their faces hidden behind dark sunglasses. My breath caught in my throat as I realized who they were.

Members of the rival mafia.

Before I could react, one of the men grabbed me roughly by the arm, his grip like a vice. "Come with us, girl. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

Panic surged through me as I tried to break free, but the man's grip was too strong. I screamed for help, but the street remained eerily silent, no one coming to my rescue.

"Let me go! Please, I haven't done anything!" I cried, tears streaming down my face.

But the men remained silent as they dragged me away from Noah's house, their grips unyielding. I tried to fight back, kicking and screaming, but it was no use.

They took me to a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of town, far away from prying eyes. Inside, the air was musty and stale, the sound of dripping water echoing off the walls.

They threw me into a dark room, locking the door behind them. I was alone, trapped, and terrified.

Hours passed in the darkness, each minute feeling like an eternity. I didn't know what they wanted with me, or if I would ever see my family again.

But just when I felt like all hope was lost, I heard the sound of footsteps outside the door. I held my breath, praying for a miracle.

The huge silver metal door swung open, and to my surprise, it was Dylan standing there, a determined look on his face. "Ava, I'm here to get you out."

Relief washed over me as he rushed to my side, unlocking the chains that bound me. "Dylan, how did you find me?"

He smiled grimly, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger. "I have my ways. But we don't have much time. We need to get out of here before they come back."

Together, we made our way through the maze-like warehouse, dodging the guards and staying hidden in the shadows. Dylan was like a ghost, silent and swift as he led the way.

As we reached the exit, we were met with more guards blocking our path. But Dylan was ready, pulling out a gun with expert precision. The gun gleamed in the dim light, its metal cold and menacing.

I stared at it, my heart racing with fear. "Dylan, where did you get that gun?"

He didn't answer, his focus on the task at hand. He fired off shots, each one hitting its mark with deadly accuracy. The sound of gunfire filled the air, mixing with shouts and cries of pain.

We ran through the dark streets, the sound of shouting and gunfire echoing behind us. I clung to Dylan's hand, my heart pounding in my chest.

But just as we thought we were in the clear, a car screeched to a stop in front of us, blocking our path. The men from the rival mafia emerged, their guns pointed straight at us.

"Dylan, we can't outrun them," I said, fear gripping my heart.

But Dylan just smiled, a glint of determination in his eyes. "We don't have to."

With that, he pulled me into a nearby alley, ducking behind a dumpster as the men closed in. He fired off more shots, each one hitting its mark.

Before I could even process what was happening, the men were retreating, their leader yelling for them to fall back. We were left standing in the aftermath, panting and covered in dirt.

"Dylan, how...how did you do that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at me, his expression serious. "I'll tell you everything later. Right now, we need to get you home."

As we made our way back home, the events of the evening replayed in my mind. I couldn't believe what had just happened, how Dylan had come to my rescue in such a spectacular fashion.

But more than anything, I was grateful. Grateful to be alive, grateful to have a friend like Dylan who would risk everything for me.

And as we walked through the quiet empty streets, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together.