The Mafia's Lover

Chapter 8

ALANNAH'S POV

"Ok here's the plan..." I said, looking at my teammates.

"So, what's the plan?" Everyone asked anxiously.

"Oh yeah, I'm thinking..." I said more to myself.

"Argh." They said in frustration.

"Ok ok, I got it... we'll have to attack their weakest point. Kalia." I said,

"Why Kalia?" Zeke asked,

"Because... I'm too scared to attack Xavier first." I admitted,

"Ok, so umm... but first we have to retrieve as much food as we can and bring it back to the base." I said.

We were currently in our base which is in the dining room and we were under the table with a blue print of the house. The dining room doors were closed and the curtains were drawn shut.

"We'll split up to cover more ground. We'll communicate with these walkie talkies." I explained, passing everyone a walkie talkie.

"Let's roll." Everett said, crawling out from under the table with the rest of us following behind her. You know for an old lady, she sure does have a lot of energy and fire.

We separated, Zeke running off with Dano to the living room, Joshua stalking towards the kitchen, Everett speed walking with her walkie talkie and a plate of crab salad to the back of the house, and me slowly walking up the steps.

I slowly turned a corner and saw that is was empty with only a closed door.

BANG!

"AHHH!" I screamed, dashing for the door. I practically yanked the door open and ran inside, but not before closing the door.

Inside the room was a large king size bed, dresser, bathroom, and closet. I ran into the closet and hid in between the clothes.

Oh god! What if there's a murderer and he's using the war as leverage to hunt us down and kill us one by one?

"I knew I should've paired us up. This had creepy murder all over it." I muttered to myself.

I was so into my thoughts that I didn't hear the closet door opened.

"AHHHHH, LET ME GO! RAPE! MURDER! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! CHANNING TATUM!!!" I screamed as someone, most likely the murderer, dragged me out of the closet and threw me on the bed.

"Oh god, I never even got to say goodbye to ice cream, cookies, waffles, or Channing Tatum... Oh and Zander." I silently cried,

"Please if you're gonna kill me, make it quick and painless and if you're gonna rape me, at least wear a condom, I don't want to die with aids, HIV or pregnant." I told my killer.

"And make sure that for my funeral, I'm wearing blue and say how awesome and beautiful I was." I added,

"HAHAHAHAHA, Wow, I'm pretty sure that if I was really a killer, I would've left already." I heard someone laugh.

"Whaaaat?" I said, looking up to see a smirking Xavier. He straddling me with his hands on either side of my hips.

"You!" I screamed, trying to wiggle out.

"How could you? I thought I was gonna die!" I exclaimed,

"Yeah, I noticed." He said smugly,

Instead of responding, I kept on trying to wiggle out.

"Oh baby, keep on wiggling like that and I'll take you here right now." Xavier growled out while breathing heavily.

"What?" I asked confused, but then stopped when I noticed his bulge in his pants.