Stolen

2. Relocation

Stolen

Chapter Two - Relocation

I grasped the knife so tight my knuckles were beginning to turn white.

"I'm warning you, I'm a black belt! And I usually don't have anything to do in the mornings so I have lots of practice time!"

He wheezed exasperatedly gripping his groin in pain. "You...b*tch."

"Give me my gun!" I ordered.

"No." He coughed back.

I furrowed my brows as a sudden thought occurred to me. Walking up to his crumpled form I yanked both my gun and his own from the leather belt along his hips. I snorted, bringing my knee up and in a jerky motion, causing him to crumple back to the ground in pain.

"As*hole." I muttered bitterly, as I checked the ammunition in both guns.

Feeling satisfied with myself for getting the last word in I turned on my heel to leave.

"You can't hide anymore Shay." He coughed and I stopped.

He chuckled between wheezy breaths. " You may be able to fool the cops, but we know how a criminal thinks, acts, all the little tricks... they're going to find you, one way or another. "

With that grim warning... I sped out of that apartment. Not sparing a glance back, my only priority was to get out. To be honest I was a bit surprised how quick I was able to wave down a cab. I mean I was barefoot, wearing all black and my hair probably looked like it had a bird living in it.

The cabbie was young and immediately turned around giving me an odd look. "Ah, how does that go again, no shoes no service? "

I don't have time for this.

I raised the gun up clicking the safety. "Drive!"

His eyes went wide and in a second we sped away from the apartment. It took me a few moments to get a hold of myself. I wasn't one to get panicked too easily. But this... this was a whole new level of bad.

The Mafia.

This is not what I signed up for.

Sure, I'd had a few run-ins with people who may or may not have been a part of an underground criminal organization, but from the stories I'd heard I learned early on, it was a lot safer to keep my distance.

"Ah ... any particular direction you'd like to be headed, ma'am ?" The cabby asked hesitantly as if he were walking on thin ice. Suddenly becoming the most polite person in the world. I rolled my eyes glancing out the window.

" Where are we? "

He gulped. "Washington."

"The city moron."

"Oh oh! Marysville Ma'am."

" Stop calling me ma'am I'm twenty-two... "

"Yes, ma'am... I mean uh yes."

I put the gun back in my shirt. Marysville was at least an hour away from my apartment. Did I even want to go back to my apartment? That was probably the first place they'd look. I sighed huffing back in the seat and watching the rain pour down. How had I gotten myself into this mess?

Actually, come to think of it... I hadn't. They had found me. The guy back at the apartment said he'd wanted to employ me...

I suddenly felt my heart sink in my chest.

Had I worn gloves when I looked at that painting?

And just like that, all thoughts of the mafia seemed to vanish.