Kidnapped By The Mafia

Chapter 22

My eyes widen but I soon get lost in the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck.

He licks my bottom lip for entrance but I deny him. Which makes him growl.

After a few more seconds I realize what I'm doing. I quickly pull away.

Mason stares at me wide eyed. I slap him and get out of the seat. I run past everybody was giving me a weird look.

I hear carter call after me but I ignore him.

I pull out my phone and call a cab. After that I sit on a bench waiting for the cab.

It was starting to get a little chilly outside so I bring my jacket closer to my body.

I hear my phone ringing. I look to see it was carter calling me. I hit ignore and put my phone in my pocket.

I see headlights and I look up. The cab was there. I get up and open the door and get in.

I close it and look at the driver.

"Take me to Florida"is all I say.

He nods and drives away. I lean my head against the window looking outside.

I know it was wrong of me for leaving them without a warning but I just can't be around them right now.

I close my eyes and rest for the long drive.
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Masons POV
I watch as she runs off. I hold my cheek in pain.

I hear carter calling after her but she doesn't stop running.

'Oh shit what have I done' I thought to myself.

I stand up and get out. Carter comes over to me and punches me. I stumble back but catch my balance before falling.

"You idiot what did you do to my girlfriend?"he spats.

I just chuckle making him fume with anger.

"I kissed her and she kissed back. She pulled away and slapped me and ran off"I shrug.

Carters eyes widen but soon he frowns.

"You kissed my girlfriend"he says landing a fist on my right cheek.

I ball up my fists and punch him.

He falls to the ground groaning.

"Alright you two. You can fight later but right now my best friend is missing and we don't know where she went"Whitney snarls.

"Alright lets split up" Luke yells. Everybody nods and heads in different directions.

I start to look everywhere. I shouldn't have kissed her. This wouldn't have happened.

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair.

Where could she have gone?