Bahja Roulette (Bahja and Jacob story)

Chapter 20 ♥ Strip Tease

The boys all exchanged each other looks of worry as Bahja eyed them. They were not going anywhere until she played it.

"Take the damn gun and stop being a pussy." she hissed.

Derek, the fifteen year old, tapped his brother's, Michael's, back, "Hey, Mike.." he whispered.

"What, man?"

"Act like you're going to give in..."

"Hell no-"

"MIKE!" he interrupted. "Go up to her, and take the gun. Then run!"

Michael glanced back at Bahja's gun, and his stomach twisted in knots. "What if she has another gun? Then we're just going to be up the creek! Why can't you do it?"

"Because, you're bigger than me! Just walk up to her, and as soon as you put the gun to your head, take off running and we'll run behind you."

Michael sighed and nodded his head.  "Okay.." he whined.

He stepped up to Bahja, slowly. The oldest, Mark, with the Harry Style's hair style, grabbed his arm. "Michael! What the HELL are you doing? Get your ass back there!"

Michael snatched his arm back and secretly winked his eyes, leaving Mark confused. He continued walking to Bahja as she stood there. "You're going?" she scoffed. "Y-yes.. I am." Michael stuttered as he softly took the revolver from her hand. She rolled her eyes and let out a little giggle. "Tuh, this should be fun."

He eyed the gun and cocked it to his head. Both Mark and Derek watched intently, especially Mark since he didn't know that he was planning on running. Michael counted down in his head from ten, until he finally reached three.

Bahja stomped her foot impatiently, and growled. "Bitch, hurry the hell up before I do it my damn self!"

He glanced back at the guys and winked his eyes. "GO!" he yelled, as him and Derek started running, grabbing Mark's hand since he didn't know their plan.

"Hold the hell up.." Bahja said, lowly. "Did they just steal my damn revolver?"

She was more heated then ever as she made a walk of shame back to A$ap's car. If he was there, they wouldn't have gotten away with that. He was her backbone; the person who made sure she didn't make any foolish mistakes while playing the game. 

She hopped in the car and angrily slammed the door, placing her head on the steering wheel and letting out a heart breaking cry. The two men who was supposed to protect her on this voyage were gone. At least she thought Princeton was gone. She couldn't help but to break down as she pulled out her phone and looked through the silly pictures they took at their condo. They had pictures of them kissing, crossing their eyes with their tongues sticking out, one where they were in the kitchen making empanadas, and a whole lot more. 

With those two guys gone, she had to do one thing- step her game up.

Meanwhile with Star

Star slowly swept A$ap's room, getting the little bit of dirt that laid on the floor. It wasn't very dirty, but she was in her deep lows. 

It wasn't long before she had a flashback of when she shot Princeton. She paused and held the broom still as the guilt filled her. "God, what did I do?" she said in a whisper as she shook her head, staring at the ground. If it wasn't for her, they all wouldn't have had to leave Atlanta, leaving behind all of their families. If it wasn't for her, she and Princeton would've still had a friendship; even though it wasn't so much of a solid one, it still meant a lot. 

She plopped down on the bed and held her head in her hands, giving off an emotional facial expression. The guilt hit her like a train. It was so sudden.