Deception

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Jacques POV

After hearing screams and soon after gunshots, I decided to go look for Sav to make sure that she was okay. I was trying to get out of my car when I saw about 12 men dressed in all black guarding the perimeter with their guns as one tall African American man with a bald head dressed in a rather shiny type of black. He entered the restaurant.

These niggas looked like the CIA.

I ducked down quickly as a bullet came my way.

"Boss, someone's over there." One of the men said in such a normal tone.

Seconds later, bullets came flying at my car. They didn't even try to come find me, they just kept shooting. Soon every single car in the parking lot was demolished by bullet holes and glass shattered everywhere.

"Shit." I said under my breath as I closed my eyes, bracing the glass cutting all over my hands and my face.

These weren't the small pistols, this was some military rifle and real gang weaponry they were using.

Lord please let her be okay.

Soon the men all got into this big, black and shiny Hummer. The bald man came out, hopped into the Hummer, and sped away in it with them.

Due to the damage, I entered through the back of the restaurant, pleading with the workers that my girlfriend was still inside. Eventually they let me in.

Sav's POV

It's been a while and I haven't heard from Jac. The gunshots suddenly died down. I decided to go outside and check on him.

Every single car had shattered glass, including his.

I ran over to his car and looked inside to see everything ruined, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Jacques?!" I said in desperation as tears started drifting down my cheeks.
"Jac?!" I continuously said with pain holding heavy in my heart.
I felt so guilty for all this.

"Sav? You okay?" said a deep voice behind me.

I turned around to see that it was Jacques.

"Jacques! I'm so glad you're oka-y." I said as he wiped away my tears.

"Your car was destroyed, I thought something happened to you." I continued.

"It's okay, Sav. I'm here now." he said as he kissed my forehead and proceeded to wipe the remaining tears.

"When I heard the gunman entering the restaurant, I went through the back door to try to find you." he said as he read my concerned face.

"Maybe.. maybe it's what Lucas was saying.." I started.

"Lucas? What are you talking about?" he questioned.

"I think he said someone was looking for me.. I wasn't really listening." I said sighing.

"You?" he questioned again. I looked around at the damage of glass and destruction, and gazed into his eyes, noticing a couple of cuts on his face.

"You're all cut up." I said frowning as I held his face.

"I'll be aight." he said looking around as he pulled me into a hug of relief.