Don't Keep Me Waiting

Chapter ~3~

So after a while of sitting there a guy came over. He was big. I mean his muscles were bigger than Nate’s. He was okay looking. Nowhere near Nate’s sexiness. I did notice that he had a scar on his neck. It went down and past the collar of his shirt.

“Hey Mason, who’s the new chick? Did you finally trade up from your last hoe?” Oh hell no. Did he just call me a hoe? I stood up furious.

“Don’t you dare call me a hoe, you ugly mother f-ahhh.” My last word got morphed into a cry of shock as Nate pulled me back. I fell back onto his lap. The guy looked at me furious.

“Watch your mouth bitch, or even Nate here won’t be able to protect you.” Nate’s chest rumbled.

“Touch her and you’ll have a gun down your throat and my finger on the trigger.” Nate’s voice was serious and scary. Wow, Nate seemed pretty serious.

“You can’t touch me Nate” the asshole said with a cocky grin. “I’m under Ron’s protection, and you can’t afford to piss him off.” What the fuck is he talking about? Who’s Ron, and what the hell am I in the middle of?

“The only one I see losing from your death is you. You’ll be dead and Ron and I have an understanding.” Ohhh, burn. The asshole lost his smirk as what must have been the truth sank in for him. “So I suggest you back the fuck down.” The jerk gave me a mean glare. I gave it right back.

So quick I didn’t have time to react, he pulled me from Nate’s lap and his grip. I was standing and then I felt a skinny cold object against my neck. I saw the handle and my body went still. What the hell? He had a knife. This idiot had a knife against my throat. I looked into his soulless brown eyes and I saw my reflection. I saw the obvious fear. Then I felt Nate’s presence behind me. He must have stood up. My breathing got harder. I felt like my body was super aware of everything and I could feel even the slightest breeze.

Something slid by my side and I wanted to slither away. I peeked down and saw a gun. What the hell? Where is this guy getting these weapons from? I stared down at the black weapon completely terrified. How had I gotten in this situation? As I looked at it I noticed something weird. Then after future looking I saw that the gun was not pointed at me nor was it coming from the new guy. The gun was coming from behind me, and the barrel was pointed at my attacker. Nate had a gun. He just had one on his person.

“Put the knife down now and I’ll let you leave with most of your limbs.”

My attacker never looked away from me. I stared into his eyes and I saw no hint of backing down. He was furious and I think a little unstable.  “Do you really think your fast enough Mason?” Why was he calling Nate Mason? “I just have to press this knife a little harder against her soft little throat and she’s done.” He pushed the knife a little harder and I whimpered. I cowered back and my back was pressed against Nate’s chest.

I heard a clicking and I really felt like I was in a movie. It would have been a lot more awesome if I wasn’t the one with a knife to their throat. “Are you fast enough to shoot me before I cut her from ear to ear?” He was talking to Nate but he was looking at me the whole time. It was really creepy.

Nate made a sound that was basically a growl. “I’m going to give you one last warning and one last chance to get out of here in one piece. Put the fucking knife down now” Nate snarled in a dark voice. His voice was dark and dripping with lethal fury. I was intimidated and I was the one he was trying to protect.

“Fuck you” he snarled back at Nate.

In my distraction another guy came over and he pointed a gun right at my attacker’s head. The new guy looked at him with unfaltering fury. Then right after him three more guys came over and they pointed guns at this guy. He now had five guns pointed at him. I don’t know how he had the balls. I would have been crying by now. My attacker seemed to be growing angrier and angrier by the second. The knife started to shake against my neck. I whimpered and tried to sink further into Nate’s chest.