I'm His

2

'What do we do? What do I do?' I shiver in disgust and fear as goosebumps of awareness sprout all over me as the gangster behind me pats me down for weapons, doing the same with Chance. "We're done scraping up all our cash for the likes of you, Santora." There are three of them, two behind Chance and I, and the one who still has the suitcase. I can only assume he's the leader. "Get on your knees, boy. It's time you learned some respect." For a moment I think he's talking to me since that's usually what I'm referred to as, but he's looking at Chance. Chance has both hands up, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "I said kneel!" The one behind Chance pushes her gun harder to Chance's head, and that's when he strikes. Whirling around, he flares one arm out and smacks the gun to the side. It goes off, deafening, and behind me the other gangster tries to take me captive. He wraps an arm around my throat and attempts to drag me away as Chance wrestles the pistol from the woman on the ground.

"Hurt the boy and you're dead." He hisses it, teeth bared in fury as he points the pistol at us. I smirk, curling my lips into a devious smile like Chance's does when he has something surprising up his sleeve. I jab my elbow into the man's ribs as hard as I can, and he let's go to double over. I turn around and take a step back while pulling him to me and grab his arm. I strategically place my bottom against his hips and bend over, squatting in a way, and lift him while pulling his arm forward. I hold him there for a split second before rolling him off and slamming him to the ground, hard.

I'm more furious than scared as the gun in Chance's hand goes off again. A cry of pain behind me. Chance is on me in an instant, yanking me away from the gangster and cracking the butt of his pistol against the man's skull. He drops down again like a sack of bricks, and the pair of us slowly turn around to face the leader. "...Oh." He's standing still as a statue, one hand still on the glossy case. Chance gestures to him with the pistol, impatiently.

"I really hate repeating myself." Taking the hint, the leader slowly opens the case for us. It's filled with our monthly due. "Adrian, take it." 'With pleasure.' I'm shaking from the adrenaline, but I keep my face blank, only expressing anger as I snatch the suitcase from the man and head back to Chance. Smiling, Chance gives the leader a little salute with his gun. "There. Easy, right? We'll see you next month." I smirk again, only this time it's mostly with evil intent.

"I think next month he should pay double the amount. Don't you, Chance? We need compensation for emotional distress." I chuckle under my breath so only Chance hears it.

"Great idea. I knew I kept you around for a reason, Adrian." Chance laughs, throwing an arm around my shoulders as we leave.

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I don't relax until we're on the highway, afraid that the other gang might follow with backup. 'There were only three guys? And the leader didn't even put up a fight? This seems a little sketchy...' Once the shaking stops, a glowing sense of victory fills me. '...He's nothing like my Chance. None of them are.' I bite my lip to contain a smile, but I end up failing epically.

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Parking in the garage, Chance helps me off my seat and bends down, kissing my cheek. "I know you would have said something by now, but I have to double check...they didn't hurt you, did they?" Smiling, I shake my head no. "You were really good in there." He makes a fist, lightly bumping it to my forehead. "The parting quip was a little 'action movie,' though." Pouting, I step back, pressing both hands to my head as though he'd hurt me.

"I thought I was being cool." I try to hide my smile, but it doesn't work.

"You've been hanging around Hideyoshi too much. Next thing I know, you'll be swinging a sword around because of how cool you think you are." I frown at him.