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We'll never be a normal couple. Zendaya flees moments later after telling us that Adam will arrive in exactly fifteen minutes, without a second's delay. Don't sweat it, surprisingly I'm focused on the moors and lugging clothes inside. I zip up the last of the two and carry both into the living area of our temporary home.I've had a lot of those lately.
Simon looks up at me briefly, checking the cartridges of his favorite gun before managing to pull the bolt back into place. He does it quickly, grabbing the guns so as not to waste any time. I do the same, grabbing a gun from the table and checking it myself.
In the haste of our actions I quickly think back to the cards we have piled up in a corner, I quickly grab the papers and roll them up before shoving them into one of the bags, holding both of them by the shoulders, I watch as Simon walks over the bags laden with guns, I bury my bottom lip between my teeth and exhale deeply through my nose as he looks at me.
S: Ready?
I: Not really.I say with a slight smile to hide the panic and fear behind my eyes. His lips curl into a grin as he nods towards the door and leads the way, as I exit the building I hold the gun tightly in my hand to hide it from the public that is still roaming the area even at this hour.
Soft moonlight is fading and the sun is just rising, there is a dawn, a calm feeling in the air. Although I have a feeling it won't last.
We walk a few minutes to the shed where Simon has hidden the car. He unlocks the metal chains around the gate and rips it open in one swift movement. Throwing the bags in only takes a few seconds. I haven't added up the time, hoping not to feel any unwanted feelings of fear.
My hand clenches on my knee as Simon starts the car, immediately pulling out of the shed, the streets are silent, and the hum of the engine seems to dominate the silence filling me with mild fear, my eyes close for a brief moment. I tried desperately to breathe air into my lungs that were on the verge of hyperventilating.
When I open them again, we speed away from the apartment building, trying to get as far away as possible.
I: Where are we going? A 15-minute lead time doesn't exactly make sense when it comes to Adam.
I tell him quickly, spinning around to look behind us with suspicion and anxious anticipation. Simon just continues to stare straight ahead, eyes trained on the road with his jaw clenched tightly.
S: We have enough ammo to take out the guys he sent. Adam won't be with them.
Before I can answer, several bullets suddenly fire at our car, penetrating the glass. Thankfully none of us make contact, but that doesn't stop the shrill scream that rips through my throat as I duck and cover my head. The sounds of gunshots and shattered glass echoed violently around us.
S: Son of a bitch.
Simon growls and keeps his head down. He casts his gaze over to the rearview mirror and sighs angrily. I turn and look at him with wide eyes, my chest heaving dramatically in panic.
I: You drive, I shoot?
Simon tilts his head as if he's thinking about it, but pretty quickly, since he didn't have time to think.
S: Seems like the best plan we have.
I nod my head frantically, turn around in my seat and roll down the half-broken window, a familiar wave of adrenaline drowning out the fear in my body and acting as a wall against my rational thoughts.
S: Careful, Isa.
He makes a sharp turn that makes the wheels squeak on the surface of the concrete road. I move so quickly and effortlessly as I grabbed the nearest gun and aimed it out the window, I even surprised myself. The wind blows loudly in my ears, I hold on as tightly as I can to my weapon of choice.
Aiming was precise; I couldn't make a mistake. We can't risk that now, and as soon as I see the big black vehicle zooming behind us, it wasn't hard to tell they were definitely after us, especially when a masked guy peeks out the window and shoots at me, but I dodge him just in time.
I: Motherfucker!
Behind me, Simon's cackling can be heard as he swerves a few lanes to the left and I lean out the window again. I didn't shoot their windshield, I shot their tires. The bang was loud and clear, the following car was charcoal and tinted, I couldn't see inside, but just as I managed to shoot the second tires, a window rolled down, my extremely accurate aim impressing both Simon and I.
Inhaling sharply, I retreat back in the car just as another three bullets shoot in my previous direction, missing me completely.
I: They're trying to kill me?! I thought they needed me!
S: Yeah, that's not good.Simon smiles down at me as I duck low to avoid other bullets coming our way. After a second or two, he peers back into the road, viciously grabbing the gear, affected, getting a loud roar from the engine as we hurtle even faster down the endless road.
I look back at the car, which seems to be slowing down until it comes to an abrupt stop.
I: Simon... they just stopped.
S: You only shot two tires. Why not. They braked, that was intentional.There's a long pause in our silence and the fierce wind, but a loud burst of bright flames hits us in front of us and the loud thunderous bang is the second to hit my realization.
They threw an explosive at us. Not on my side. But Simon's.
I: SIMON!!!
I scream and reach out desperately for him, but it's too late. The car is pressed against a tree with all its force. My unsecured body is pressed against the dashboard, which is in front of me, and I hit the ground with a painful head injury.
My vision blurs with pain. The car stops completely. I choke on fumes and tears as I gradually force my weakened muscles to turn around and look at Simon.
His face is obscured, curls hanging over his face, head unconsciously resting on the steering wheel, blood stains on his hands, small shards of glass leaving several scratches and buried deep under the skin of his arms. A tense whimper escapes my lips, feeling the flames and smoke suffocate me.
I: Simon...
I whimper quietly, burning in my eyes, an uncomfortable breathing pattern developing from agony, fear and uncertainty.
My side of the door is ripped open, I scream as loud as I can, the force and volume burning in my throat and tearing through my lungs.
I: Simon!! Simon!!!! NO! SIMON!!! NO NO SIMON!!
I scream over and over, fighting the mysterious hands pulling at my body, it's no use. I'm pulled from the burning car, and watch as Simon is unconsciously pulled out well by an unknown dark masked figure.
?: Make sure he's dead.
I: WHAT?!!!!!!! NO!!!!!The severe injury gradually wants to control me, pulling me into a dangerous, unwanted sleep, though just as I lose consciousness a banging gunshot goes off. The sound echoes and rings in my ears until finally it slowly fades until there is nothing but darkness and silence.
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ActionThe Gates family. A mafia boss with his two daughters Isabell and Emely. Due to a security precaution, both are sent to Texas. Mr. Gates' right-hand man Simon Riley brings his daughter Isabell to Texas, but surprising things happen on the way. (Many...