Image of Decklynn's Motorcycle
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Decklynn's P.o.V
I stood there with Shredder just laying in my arms before I sprung into action. I moved her around in my arms so that I was holding her bridle style. I quickly walked her upstairs to my room and gently laid her down on my bed. I walked back downstairs and grabbed some gauze, hydrogen peroxide, and her phone that I threw on the sofa.
Once I got upstairs, I had to call this Vlad guy. I grabbed her phone and it opened up to her texts. This probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I would like to know what I'm getting into.
Vladimir: Go get some help for those injuries. They looked pretty bad.
Shredder: I will don't worry. <3 See you next race?
Vladimir: Don't worry, you know you will. :)
Shredder: Tell your Mafia friends to have fun with the Devil's Gang. But I did promise to Oliver that I was going to get revenge and I will.
Vladimir: I know. Tell us when and we'll help. ;)
Shredder: Thanks. I got to go. Bye Vlad. Tell the others I said bye. I'll text you when I'm ready.
Vladimir: Bye Shredder. And I will.
Well fuck. I was getting into Mafia business. I took a deep breath and dialed Vladimir's number. It was the only one in her contacts...which was weird.
"Figure it out already?" I gruff Russian voice answered.
"Um, no." I rubbed the back of my neck with my free hand. "Are you Vlad?"
"Depends on who's asking." His voice changed from what I was going to consider normal to rough and hard.
"It's Nolan Winters. Shredder passed out pretty much on my front step and said to call you right before that happened." I explained.
"Fuck." He grumbled. "Told her to get some help. What's your address?"
I listed my address and he said that he would be here in a few minutes. While I was waiting for him to show up, I was thinking about how he was in the mafia. Why was a girl like Shredder messed up with the mafia? That was the thing that was confusing me the most.
I decided that whoever these people were, I was going to be ready. I walked over to my dresser and opened it, grabbing my .44 Magnum and tucking it into my waistband. I pulled my shirt over it and waited for Vlad to come.
It was about ten minutes later of me just pacing my room, tending Shredder, and waiting for Vlad that the doorbell to ring. I hurriedly rushed down the stairs and walked over to the door, making sure that my gun was covered by the back of my shirt and opened the door.
"Hello." I greeted. The guy had black hair and pale-ish skin. He was wearing a black shirt with a leather jacket and a pair of blue jeans.
"Where's Shredder?" His Russian accent was very thick.
"Upstairs, follow me." I went upstairs skipping steps. I wanted Vlad out of my house, not because he was going to help Shredder. No, it was because he was part of the mafia and my kid was sleeping in the room across from where he was going to be.
"Who was that?" His deep voice asked.
"Just someone." I wasn't going to get Ryland involved with any of this.
"Sure." Sure Vladimir said, unconvinced.
This was going to be a long night. I thought.
***
About two hours later, I was pacing next to the bed that Shredder was laying on. Vladimir was calmly laying next to her playing some game that was on her phone. I don't know how he was being so calm.
"You're going to wear a hole in the floor you keep pacing like that." He said, looking at me with his eyebrows raised. I didn't say anything to him, I just sat down in the chair that was in the corner of the room. He shrugged and looked back at the phone.
It was only a few minutes later when he tossed the phone on the bed and scrambled up.
"Shredder, you okay?"
She gasped. "C-Cravings."
"No. Not again." He yelled.
"Keep it down," I said sternly, rushing over to the other side of the bed. "How're you feeling Shredder?" I asked, even though I knew that it probably wasn't the best. She was passed out for a couple of hours.
"How do you think I feel dickwad?" She said sarcastically.
"Sorry," I said, confusion present in my voice. I backed up, putting my hands up in mock surrender.
"Vlad... I need it." She begged.
"No!" Vladimir said sternly. "I'm not going through that again."
"What are you guys talking about? What cravings?" I asked, the entire conversation going right over my head.
"She was addicted," Vladimir said, still focused on Shredder.
"What was she addicted to?" I persisted.
"I was addicted to heroin." She said, her voice weak.
In the back of my mind, I remembered that the targets that Kelson and I were going after. They sold heroin.
...Allegedly.
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TWO UPDATES THE SAME DAY!!! I hope that you like this. I know that it short, sorry, but the other was longer. See you later :)
Published: Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Word Count: 928
Edited On: 4/1/17
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