Dining with the Badboys

Chapter 5: Because the Mafia likes Fries

We stop at the first Wendys we see and go through the drive through. I contemplate my dream escape, but after the last fail, I don't expect them to let me go anytime soon. Plus I'm starving from all the movement I've been doing.

Brian orders five sandwiches and fries and after driving off without paying, he takes out his food and launches the greasy bag at us. The fries spill all over me and a burger hits me straight in the face. I groan and begin taking unwrapping mine when I feel a hand graze my leg.

Looking up I see Alex pluck a fry from off my leg and shove it in his mouth. I stare at him. "What? You can't expect just because they landed all over you means you get to half my share. I like the crunchy ones, you gave have the weird floppies."

I try to focus on my food instead of the extremely weird situation before us. I mean, they just robbed the diner, hit me in the face and left for the raccoons. Now they're all buddy buddy and taking me to their mafia hideout and eating french fries. I feel like crying at the hysteria of it all.

"So can someone please tell me where we're going and why it's taking almost two hours to get there?" I finally ask while breaking the never ending silence. It's not like I can call or text somebody to come save me since they took my phone. I might as well figure things out for myself.

"We're going to Lake Gorvel." Brian says nonchalantly. I've been there before. I think back to the time when Mom and I went there to cheer up after Dad left for Pakistan. I've always had good memories about that place and now since I'm being forced to go against my will.. Well let's just say this won't be a time to associate any good ones.

"Why are we going there?"

"You talk too much, shut up." Well...

Choosing to ignore his last sentence. I finish off the last of the fries and crunch up the bag. Alex takes it from my hands and throws it out the window. "Why'd you just do that?" I ask dumbfounded.

He watches me, both amused and entertained. "Because it's trash." 

With a scowl fixed on my face. I lightly punch him in the shoulder before rolling my tongue around my mouth out of habit. I don't know how long we've been driving but I do know that Lake Gorvel was a good few hours away. So slouching back against my seat I try my hardest to entertain myself. At this point I had no idea if they were actually Mafia material but I didn't want to get shot by asking. 

After seeing the lump hat stuck out of Brian's waistband, I didn't want to assume just because he raided the Diner that he'd take pity and not shoot me to death and leave me for the wolves to pick the flesh off my bones. 

I shiver at the though which causes a slight smirk from Alex. He stretches out, managing to shove a finger in my face as I fight to escape his touch. The back seat is tiny enough as it is, but with him spread out like a star fish, I realize just how close the proximity that we're positioned at. 

"So...." I drawl out, looking around the car.

"What?" Brian snaps from the front seat. It's clear that he's either really annoyed by my constant talking, or that he's just doing this on purpose to make me feel uncomfortable. Which really, he didn't have to try. All I knew about these two guys were their names and that alone made my skin prickle. 

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Sorry this one is shorter, but I've been dancing around schoolwork and life so I thought a short little chapter would splurt some creativity! ♥

Also, be warned none of these chapters are edited yet.