Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Last chapter.

[ Chris' POV ]

I looked Anna in the eye, fucking afraid that Antonio would do something to her, as she stared back at me with a calm expression, like she wasn't nervous or scared to death, but I knew her better than that. Her knees were probably shaking, her hands sweaty and her eye was most likely making that nervous twitch every ten seconds, like it usually did.

I opened my mouth, trying to say something to her. Something that would assure her that everything would be alright, that no one would get hurt, but she wasn't stupid. She could see that our mission had failed, even someone as stupid as me could see it.

The man behind Anna kept his hands around her neck and all I wanted to do was to free her from him and beat his fucking ass to death, wasn't it for Antonio holding his gun to my head.

I knew this day would happen sometime, but never would I think that Anna had to see it. I tore my gaze away from her and glanced at Jack, not able to turn my head.

Another one of Antonio's men had a gun to his head and another one had a sharp knife against Sammy's throat.

I knew it wasn't right when Antonio let us go from his loft, no one leaves that place alive. But he made an exception for us, wanted to kill us in the cabin for some fucking wicked reason.

I focused on Anna again and inhaled deeply. This wasn't the first time we were in this position, but I had a bad feeling about this time. We've had meetings with other gangs before, in places way more sketchy than this and it wasn't the first time someone held his gun to my head, but we were always prepared. Our plans were waterproof.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, a single tear rolled down her face, towards her neck. She frowned and pouted a little, making me grin, even in this moment.

She grinned back, but it fell after a moment and got replaced by a sad smile.

I studied her face, taking in all her features and mouthed 'I love you', before flashing her a smile. She looked bewildered at me, but a smile appeared on her face, letting me know that she understood what I meant.

Minutes. It felt like several minutes, hours passed without any of us said anything, just the two of us exchanging smiles and looks, but in reality, only a few second passed.

[ Anna's POV ]

I look at Chris in shock and try to shoot him a smile. I don't know if I saw it right, but it looked like he told me he loved me.

"Let her go," grandpa says, stepping closer to me, not breaking the eye contact with Antonio. I look at Chris, but he looks at the floor, like he's ashamed.

"Why would I do that?" Antonio grins and his eyes narrow, focusing on me.

"This was not the plan. You're playing with fire, you're not thinking," grandpa continues and slowly reaches for me, debating whether to touch me or not. Antonio inhales deeply and rolls his eyes. "You can let her go, she's useless anyway."

The man behind me releases me and pushes me forward, in the arms of my grandfather. I push him off quickly and turn around, looking at Chris. "I'm not gonna leave without him." I need to know if he loves me. I need to know if I saw it right. "Chris, I'm not gonna leave you here."

"Just go," Chris growls and he locks his jaw, looking away from me.

"Yes, you are. We're leaving now," grandpa says sternly, grabbing my arm again. I shake my arm, getting out of his hold and turn around, seething, "Why didn't you tell me you were involved with the mafia? Why did you get us out here? Just to kill Chris?" I look grandpa in the eye and try to fight my own tears.

"There is so much you don't know, but right now we need to get out of this place," grandpa yells and snaps his fingers. "Would you give me a hand?" The man who had his hands around my neck previously nods and walks towards me, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Let me fucking go!" I yell as the guy follows grandpa, who has opened the front door for us.

"Chris, say goodbye to your girlfriend," Antonio grins at me and the gun in his hand makes a clicking noise. Chris instantly pales and inhales deeply, staring intensely at me. "It's gonna be alright, Anna. Just go. Live your life and forget about me. I love you."

"No! Chris, no!" I scream as the big guy carries me out of the house. "No! I love you!" I continue screaming and pound my fists on his back, but it's not like it helps. Antonio waves at me and starts laughing. Dick.

With a heavy thud, the door closes and the last thing I hear is the terrifying sound of a gun and a scream.