When a too bold girl meets a 'shut the fuck up' kind of guy, and absolute hell breaks loose
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Panic rose when i saw the guy started running as well, shouting orders in the foreign language. I was looking back at him, not looking where i was going and that resultet in me crashing into Lu who then crashed into Liv. just as i fell on top of them, i jumped up, pulling them with me. Liv groaned as i tried to pull her up. "come on!" i yell, Lu reaching to help me.
I need to seriously hit the gym.
We started running again and when i look back to see how far the man is, i'm met with two more of them. "oh fanculo questa roba!"i muttered under my breath, grabbing their hands tighter. Lu and Liv look back as well as we turn a corner, and my eyes widen when Lu stops to take off her shoes. (oh, fuck this shit)
"Really? Now?!" i whisper-shout, panicking as i wait for her. "Try running in 6inch heels, bitch!" she yells back at me and quickly unclips her torture device.
She instantly sighs in relief once her feet are flat on the ground againd, all worry washed off her face.
"Lucia!" I shout, snapping her back to reality and her eyes widen in terror again.
We turn to run again, watching a confused Liv as she looks back at us. She definitely did not notice us stopping. "What the fuck guys, do you have a death wish!" her voice rings to us, Lu clutching her heels to her chest. Liv's eyes drop towards them. "really? just drop them" she mutters out of breath.
Lu looks offended to the max. "what did you just say to my babies?"
"nothing i was just-"
"oh, i'll kill you-"
"Guys!" i try to get their attention again, looking back horrified as three men caught up to us pretty quickly.
They shut up immediately, their gazes snapping to the men. And so did mine
Holy mother of god.
I was seeing heaven itself. How is that even possible? Fucking shit, that man was beautiful.
You know what? this pisses me off
why do gorgeous men have to be shitty? my eyes flicker to the heels in Lu's hand and an idea pops into my head. "give me those" my voice comes out rushed.
did i mention i have asmah?
to be honest i have no idea how i'm still alive. The adrenaline perhaps.
I reach for the heels and aim at the gorgeous man, throwing it directly to his chest.
What the hell?
My eyes follow the heel as it just falls to the ground and the man keeps running. "G, what are you doing? my-"
Before she could say anything else, i grab the second one, aiming at his face.
Hah! it hit him. Directly in the face. No one will ever tell me my aiming skills are bad again. He's stopped in his tracks, wiping the blood from his nose.
take that you-
Oh shit.
His eyes narrowed at me and that's when he started running faster.
Fuck this shit, i knew he was just playing, no way could i have been out running this gym rat.
"wow, thanks now my heels and all of us are dead" Lu mutters and i roll my eyes.
We all turn back around to keep running, only to crash directly into three more men.
They grab each of us, holding us in place as the other three men who've been chasing us calmly walk up to us. the one i hit with the heel is staring at me, his eyes dark. The closer they get, the bigger they seem. Until finally they stand before us. All three of us have to tilt our heads back to look at them.
siamo così fottuti (we're so fucked)
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"This feels like a movie" Liv mutters and i bite down on my lip nervously. "Who do they think they are, wait, imagine them with the song Pony" she cracks a joke and i let out a giggle.
God, what's wrong with us.
who could ever laugh in a situation like this?
Well, i know who wasn't.
Lu.
"kto u nas zdes'?" (who do we have here)
the one i hit asked, his voice even deeper. the three men holding us grabbed our purses and searched for ID's
really? why not kill us directly?
"maledetti stronzi" (fucking assholes)
i mutter under my breath but he doesn't seem to like that. I feel a hand on my chin, a harsh grip. I stiffen at the sudden touch and he pulls my head to meet his eyes. "è un po' irrispettoso, no?" (that's a bid disrespectful, no?)
I felt my heart drop. He knows Italian? shit, shit, shit.
I glared up at him and he glares back at me. I would push him away, but that weird ass man is holding my hands behind my back. Holding me in general.
"sembro che mi importi?" (do i look like i care?) I fire back at him and he tilts his head at me, tsks his tongue and let's go of my chin. but he didn't really step away. When i avert my gaze, i was met with a lot of eyes, watching our interaction.
"Che cosa?" i say harshly, at the same time as he let's out a, "chto?"
Our head's snapped back to each other with another glare. We just said the same thing, and i could swear i saw the other guy who was inspecting Lu, with golden hair, smirk at us.
what the actual fuck is going on? why aren't we dead yet?
"cosa vuoi? lasciaci andare" I spit out, needing answers. my patience is wearing thin already. (What do you want? let us go)
He looked down at me, eyes roaming over my face. "relax, we just want to..talk, dorogoy"
My brows furrowed at the unknown language he uses again. At least he can speak englisch, but there's an accent.
Talk? right.
"parlare? come hai fatto con quel tizio nel vicolo?" (talk? like you did back there in the alley?)
i scoff in disbelief. i don't know why i'm speaking italian, but my father's side taught me the language from a young age and it feels right.
At my words, the man gives the other men some sort of nod and just when i thought they might let us go, which looking back was a really stupid thought, something cold and thin stings at my neck. My legs feel wobbly but this time, it's not because of the alcohol. I can't feel my body, or hold myself for that matter. I'm completely numb.
My head falls back, my eyes fluttering closed as darkness consumes me. I can feel my body falling forward, hitting against something hard.
