A Mafia Boss Just Barged Into My Humble Abode

Chapter Four

"I. Will. Scream." I warned as tears brimmed my eyes. The blue eyed man rolled his eyes and dragged me into the haunted house like motel he calls, safe house.

Now, let me rewind.

It was about three hours ago when I was shoved into my neighbors automobile. It was about three hours ago when they initiated the kidnap. It was about three hours ago when my house became littered with bullet holes. It was also about three hours ago when I, in a way, alerted Mr. Chocolate that his friend got shot.

Blood.

"What do you mean by," Chocolate paused for effect, "blood. What are you? A vampire?" He laughed as my anger started to boil.

"No, you idiot! I meant that I can smell it– how'd you know I was thinking of blood?" I said as I furrowed my brows.

'You really need to get your priorities sorted out.' My brain retorted, and I frowned inwardly. I do have my priorities sorted out. My brain scoffed as cocked my head in confusion.

"You said it out– where did you say you can smell it?" Chocolate whipped his head around.

"In this car," I trailed off. "Wait. I said that out loud?" Huh. The fact that I called him an idiot mustn't have been registered by his brain. I mused. 'You...' I could feel my inner self sighing. What? Priorities.

"Yes. Now where is it coming– never mind." He grunted as his eyes trailed to his friend – the one on the seat to my left. "Move over."

I complied and tried to stand up the best I could in this tiny car. I say tried because I ended up landing on chocolate's lap with an 'oompf' as we sped up. I cursed at Blue Eyes as I crawled over Chocolate.

I sighed as I got to the seat, and turned to look at Chocolate. His friend was slumped on the door, his bloodied hand on the right side of his waist. Chocolate clicked his tongue as he started to examine the wound. I pursed my lips as I looked away.

I won't hyperventilate. I won't hyperventilate. I chanted in my head again and again. What was the breathing method pregnant women do? In, in, out? Out, out, in? Out, in, out? Why can't I breathe? My brain groaned as I continued to panic. 'You're starting to hyperventilate.'

Okay, maybe the chanting didn't help. I thought as my body shook in my corner of the car. 'Now, calm down.' I nodded silently and sighed. Okay, okay. I'm calm. I nodded. I'm calm.

I heard another sigh and turned to look at Chocolate slumped back on his seat. Shirtless. Mmm... Six pack. Eye candy. My other self agreed silently. Not that I've seen other packs. I could just imagine my brain scoffing at me. Well, I may have googled some pictures; but not those kinds of pictures.

A swerve brings me out of my thoughts. My body was flung to Chocolate's. Face first. I dropped onto his lap as soon as Blue Eyes finished the turn. "And this," I paused for effect, "is why we wear the seatbelt kids." I groaned in pain as I tried to sit up.

"My face," I whined, hovering over Chocolate's lap on all fours. My hand travelled to my nose as I looked up to see Chocolate's arm around me to stop me from hurting the injured man. Oh, and did I mention how hard his abs were.

Well, abs are technically hard muscles. My frown was cut short as my body had a bashing scheduled in the next few moments. I thrown yet again as Blue Eyes swerved left.

I yelped in pain as my back made contact with the door. "Not cool. So not cool." I grunted and clenched my teeth together, waiting for the ache to stop. Now, that's going to leave a bruise. I took a shaky breath and moved to sit properly. This time, I made sure to wear the seatbelt.

And here we are.

"I. Will. Scream." I warned as tears brimmed my eyes. The blue eyed man rolled his eyes and dragged me into the haunted house like motel he calls, safe house. At this point, Chocolate had already left us and carried the injured man into the haunted motel.

"Just get in already." He said, pissed at my stubbornness.

"That is not a safe house, Blue. That," I said pointing to the motel, "is a fucking building haunted by some sort of ghost that may or may not influence you to commit suicide." Blue arched a brow as I finished my outburst, as if saying, 'are you done yet?'

I scrunched up my nose and held my ground. Blue sighed and reached towards me. I gasped and clenched my eyes shut as I waited for him to hit me. Instead, he grabbed my by the collar; and started dragging me inside.

"It's haunted! Blue, stop! Shit, I think I saw a ghost." He sighed and continued on like nothing was happening. "Stop! Stop, stop, sto- ow!" I glared at him as I rubbed the back of my head. "Why'd you drop me? I lost brain cells because of you!"

Blue wordlessly walked up to the reception. I groaned and stood up as I looked around. The reception looked exactly like the ones you see in the movies. Oh, and did I mention that the reception really complements the spine-chilling atmosphere of the area.

"Boo."

I swear I jumped fifty feet high. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins as I landed on my butt, my eyes as wide as golf balls. I placed my hand over my heart as I tried to calm down. The chuckles were finally registered by my brain moments after my Olympic-winning jump.

I turned to glare at Blue, who tried to keep his laughter to himself. "Not cool. So not cool." I glared at him as he calmed down.

"It wasn't me." He scoffed as he motioned to my back. I furrowed my brows, and turned to see Chucky. Well, a life-sized version of it. My mouth hung open as I assessed my situation. Only then did I start screaming soundlessly.

Blue looked at me condescendingly and stared conversing with Chucky as I stood there froze. I jolted back to consciousness once I heard footsteps. My eyes grew wide and I scrambled to my feet.

"Wait!" I called out as I ran after him. Thankfully, he slowed down and I jogged up to him. Blue inserted an old rusted key into its key hole. He jiggled it around; and shortly after, we heard a click. Blue strides into the room and I followed after him.

The room was small, but at least it was decent. At most, it could probably fit two people. A single bed laid in the center and to the right, centimeters away from it, was the window. A small bedside table was place to the left. I looked back to see Blue throwing the keys on the bedside table.

"Where do I stay?" I voiced out my confusion as I furrowed my brows.

"Here." Blue grunted as he walked to the window, peeping through the blinds.

"Then where will you stay?" I inquired again.

"Here."

Is it still okay? Will you still keep reading if I continue? Please do tell me. Thank you to those who've voted and commented on my story! Also, thank you to those who've added my book to their library! I'm so sorry for being inactive. I know no excuse can excuse what I did.

Funny story. I don't scream at all. Normally, when my friends try to scare me, my eyes widen and that's it. I just analyze what just happened. So here's the thing, when I do scream – adrenaline-inducing rides aside –, I scream silently. If that even is a thing. It's just like, my screams of fear get stuck in my throat. But I digress.

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