Jax had politely declined my offer yesterday, and I felt relief ease through me, as I discerned that it would be slightly uncomfortable if two rival gang members of high ranking lived together, although for a short period of time. I felt my heart sink slightly when he explained that he needed to show a sign of strength to his father, and couldn't stay past the night. I didn't get these abnormal fluctuations of my heart, or why Jax affected me so strongly, but I tried to shove it into the back of my mind.
The plan. Just because it was the plan, I convinced myself desperately, slamming the fridge door close after extracting a bowl of cut watermelon. I sat on the stool, placing my bowl onto the obsidian countertop. I grabbed a fork, and started mindlessly stabbing the fruit.
I heard a low rustle from behind me a few moments later, and my shoulders tensed, as I turned swiftly, drawing the gun from beneath the counter. I aimed it in front of me, attempting to allocate the source of the soft noise. There was no visible movement, but after Jax showing up here, it was possible that other members of his gang would try to break in, because he intentionally or unintentionally led them here. I got up slowly, my bare feet making no sound as I advanced across the cold marble floor.
An ear splitting shatter erupted from behind me, and I winced, my eyes slamming shut, and I swung my gun around blindly, whilst turning. There was nothing behind me either, but the noise wouldn't dissipate, causing my vision to blur slightly. Two pairs of footsteps were barely masked with the shriek, heading towards me rapidly, as arms jutted out, restraining me, and forcing the gun out of my hands. I breathed heavily as I thrashed wildly, attempting to loosen the grip of the men holding me, but they just tightened. Soon, realizing there was no escape, I gave up, anticipating the person who was hidden in the shadows to reveal themselves. As they took the past few steps into my frame of vision, I gasped in recognition.
"Marc?"
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Bloody Hearts ✔️
Teen FictionShe's been raised to be heartless. He's been raised to be ruthless. She feels trapped. He feels tied down. She is broken. He is bloody. They aren't perfect. They're beautiful. - - Adrianna has been leading the "Black Cobra" gang since her fa...
