Russian Roulette

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I took off my waitress clothes and wore my regular clothes. I put it in my locker and locked it. I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to reach out to certain people but, I had to if I wanted to stay alive.

I was drowning in my self pity, when I heard gunshots. I saw everyone running outside, I was confused to what happened but I ran with them.

I went outside and saw a man running after a car and shooting at it, the gun shots were heard like thunder. The car was clearly gone but, the mad kept running after it.

The man was Mr.ClumsyPants or should I say, Mr.TerroristPants.

He ran back by the restaurant parking lot and smashed open someone's car window. "Hey that's my car!!" Someone in the crowed yelled out, but as soon as Mr.C gave him the cold stare which shot daggers into his eyes, he didn't say anything else and was quiet. Then, Mr.Cs eyes wandered onto mine, and he gave me a cold harsh glare, my heart dropped down to the pit of my stomach. I had never felt this before.

He broke our connection and sat in the car and harshly slammed the door closed. A few seconds later he drove away in the fastest speed I had ever seen a car go. Shocked and speechless I just stood there.

A minute or two after he left the police came, the manager gave them all the information.

They came and asked me questions about what I saw, I didn't rat out the part that I knew him from the terrorist attack and acted like I knew nothing about them. After about twenty minutes I was free to go, being one of the first people to be interviewed.

I was relieved that everything was over. In a way it wasn't anywhere near over. He was still going to get killed. I walked to my bug and opened the door with my keys. I sat down and took a heavy breath. Wasn't this just great?

I turned my keys and started to drive.

Troy Giovanni point of view.

Those fucking bastards took my brother, fucking Victoria and her damn bitch of a Mafia. I was gonna get back at her and find my brother! I sped on the freeway and ranted to myself.

Victoria is the Don of the Russian Mafia. She took it after her parents died. Me and my brother Dominic are the Dons of the Italian Mafia, after our parents were murdered.

Our parents and Victorias parents had a history. We were rivals since as long as I could remember.

Dominic could handle himself well, he would get out of wherever Victoria put him. But it wasn't just that she took my brother it was that she had the power to just come and shoot at us and take my brother. Fuck her, this was a pride thing.

I exited the freeway and drove the streets until I stopped at Nicks mess of a hangout.

I got out of my car and slammed the door, I hurried up to the front porch and swung open the door and rushed in my search for Nick.

His house was filled with bums and prostitutes getting high. It smelled like rats piss all around, wherever I went I saw empty boxes of pizza. And there was bras and thongs thrown on the ceiling fan.

I saw one of Nicks most loyal bums of all, Rico.

I pushed people aside and practically ran to him "Rico!" I yelled as I pulled on his Hawaiian shirts collar.

"I swear I'll have the money by Thursday!" He begged.

"Relax you fucktard, I'm not here for the money." I replied. He made a quick Oh sound in reply.

"Where's Nick." I asked holding onto his collar tighter and lifting him up.

"I don't know man he was with some bitch In his room ten minutes ago." He replied.

I pushed him aside, and continued my way to Nicks room. I didn't bother to knock I just opened the door to find Nick getting it on with some whore. She was blonde, her eye makeup was smeared on her face and she was just wearing a bra with a short skirt with no underwear under.

"Yo, what's up?" Nick asked. I directed my eyes to the tramp beside him and Nick got the memo.

"Out!" Nick ordered to her, and she did as she was told, she picked up her bag and left without another word.

When she closed the door I began, "There was a shooting around the Steak House and they took Dominic."

"The Russians?!" Nick asked.

"Yah, Victoria." I replied

"What are you gonna do?" He questioned.

"I need you to find me any relatives of Victoria, anyone I don't give a fuck it could be her nanny her fucking dog trainer, I don't give a shit! Anyone she's known or talked to who might be a use to me. After you're done call me and we are gonna get that bitch."

He nodded his head, "Anything for my homie, Ima get on it right now. I'll call up my dawgs from the house and they'll get everything you need in about an hour or so. I'll let you know."

"Alright." I said as I got the fuck out of Nicks place and to my car and drove off to my house.

Anastasia Point of View

I wasn't going to say anything. I knew what I had to do. I didn't drive home and instead I drove to my friend Rebecca's house, I had known her since the second year of college after the plane accident. She was one of the smartest girls I knew, she was also my study buddy. I wasn't going to tell her what happened with the Mr.C but, I was going to ask her for advice on what to do in a more indirect way.

I parked in her driveway. I got out of my car and knocked on her huge house/mansion. Her parents were rich as hell so I don't understand why she even bothered with college, but she told me she loved learning and it was a way for to be normal and not a snobby rich kid, in a way I understood that, I guess that's why we bonded in an unspoken way.

I rang her door bell and a few moments later she came to open it. "Hey Anna. Oh my god! were you there at the shooting? It was right In front of your work place. Are you okay?" She panicked.

"Yah...I'm fine thanks. It was pretty scary though." I replied.

I avoided any further conversation about the shooting and we continued talking about random stuff.

After a while of talking and eating ice cream, I got out of her house. The sun was already setting when I started driving.

I took the streets because I was a little bit too scared to take the freeway. By the time I reached my house it was already dark.

I parked in the garage. I sighed and stayed in my car. I took out my iPhone from my purse and typed a familiar, but ancient number in my phone.

I stared at the number for a minute or so when I decided to click on the call button. First ring...Second ring....."Hello?" A familiar woman's voice answered.

As I was about to reply, a loud smash was heard and the glass on my car window broke. I screamed in fear, he unlocked the door of the car and pulled me out. I dropped my phone in the car.