【 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 】 Nicholas chavez

6.5

Everything was a blur as we stumbled back into the parking lot, panting and shaken. In front of the two guys' car, I mostly watched Nicholas take charge, his eyes scanning the vehicle with laser focus. He opened the backseat door, revealing bags stuffed with drugs—some hidden under the seats, others carelessly thrown about. It was a chaotic scene, and I felt my heart race, panic creeping in.

"Nicholas! We need to call for backup!" I yelled, my voice shaky as I struggled to keep up with the overwhelming situation.

"Do it!" he shot back, urgency lacing his tone. Just as I fumbled for my phone, gunshots rang out, shattering the tension in the air. Bullets pinged off the car, and we dove behind the door, hearts pounding.

"What the fuck are you doing" I shouted, as he prepared to peek out, ready to fire back. "You can't just rush out there!"

But he was already moving, eyes narrowed in determination. Watching him made something shift inside me. I couldn't just hide while he fought. I needed to help.

A plan formed in my mind. I noticed a line of cars parked in front of us, creating a narrow corridor. If I could move from this car to the next, I could get a clear shot at the guys firing at us while keeping myself hidden. It was risky, but I was ready to take the chance.

"Okay," I whispered to myself, "just a quick dash." I timed my movements with the sounds of gunfire, darting from one car to the next, positioning myself to get a clear line of sight. When I finally spotted one of the shooters, I steadied my breath, aimed, and fired. The shot rang out, and he stumbled back. I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline; my plan had actually worked.

But the situation quickly spiraled. More gunshots erupted, and Nicholas's voice broke through the chaos. "It's getting worse! We need to hop in the car!"

"Why?" I shouted, confused, as I spotted him making his way toward the driver's seat of their car. "Explain!"

Without answering, he turned the ignition, and the engine roared to life. The sound sent a jolt through me as we sped off, bullets ricocheting off the metal frame. The chaos of the parking lot faded into the background as we drove through the streets

As we swerved around corners, I could hear the bullets hitting the car, each one making my heart race faster. I gripped the edge of my seat, unsure of where we were headed. Then, suddenly, the gunfire slowed.

Finally, we found a moment of peace. Nicholas glanced at me, a wild grin spreading across his face. "We can bring the drugs back to the station."

I playfully hit his shoulder. "Okay, okay! You're kinda smart for a guy who jumped into this without a plan."

We exchanged a lingering look, and then he shifted his gaze to my waist. "Does it hurt?"

I looked down and noticed the fabric of my tank top had ripped, exposing the wound. "Yeah, it hurts, but it's okay," I replied

As we sped down the street, almost to the station, I noticed a police car a few lengths behind us. I squinted, leaning forward. "Uh, Nicholas... we're being followed by a cop."

He glanced in the mirror, dismissing it with a shrug. "Relax, they're probably just on patrol."

But the police car suddenly picked up speed, closing in until it pulled ahead of us and cut us off. Nicholas slammed on the brakes, and we lurched forward as the police car blocked our path. Two officers stepped out, motioning for us to get out as well.

I raised an eyebrow at Nicholas, confused. "What's this about?"

"Just stay cool," he muttered as we both opened our doors and stepped out, hands slightly raised.