Guns & Roses

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Azalea's POV

Jason had me pinned to the floor of the warehouse and his lips hovered above my neck. “Jason! Leave her, we have to go!” Chaz yelled as he rushed from the warehouse with the rest of Jason's gang.

Jason lightly ran his thumb over my cheek before leaning down to kiss me on the forehead, whispering, “I'll see you soon, kitten.” Jason left me stunned on the floor and he ran out behind his gang. Coward. I thought bitterly before picking myself up off the floor. I dusted off my jeans and stretched out my tense muscles.

“Way to save the day, Zale.” Zeke muttered bitterly and I rolled my eyes.

“Someone's upset their gang couldn't function without me.” I teased and he scoffed before walking away to his car. I laughed to myself and got on my bike, zooming away from the scene that would change my life forever.

-

I prepared for bed and slipped under the covers, Jason's words repeating theirselves over and over in my head.

I'll see you soon, kitten.

I'll see you soon, kitten.

I shook my head clearing the thoughts, telling myself he just said that to get inside of my head. “Hello kitten.” A familiar voice said and my heart began to beat rapidly. It couldn't be. He couldn't be. No. You're just hearing shit. Damn Jason getting inside of my head, trying to play mind games. He wouldn't be foolish enough to be inside my house, he doesn't have the balls. No matter how much I tried I couldn't convince myself that I didn't hear that.

I felt under my pillow, my hand searching for the spare gun I kept under my pillow. “Damn.” I muttered to myself.

“Looking for this, kitten?” The voice purred again this time closer and I felt the cold tip of my gun pressed to my temple. That was sexy, as fuck. Wait. What? Azalea this isn't the time. “Did you miss me?” The voice continued.

You're going to die Azalea. At least you had fun while it lasted. At least I'm going to die the baddest bitch around. I thought trying to make myself feel better because there's no escaping this situation. I was helpless. I had no guns, and it was completely dark. This guy-obviously Jason- has the advantage and I have no doubt that he'll use it.

A pair of big hands grabbed my legs and pulled me out of the bed, earning a high pitched scream from my mouth. “That's music to my ears, kitten.” The voice said now beside my ear. There's more than one in here. I thought my mind racing, looking for an escape. I felt something sharp entering my side and my eye lids began to become heavy. Shit, they're drugging me. I thought before the world became black.

-

I paced around the room throwing random pillows off the bed at the locked door. I groaned when I realized what I was wearing, I was still wearing my pair of black booty shorts and crop top. What the hell am I doing here? Jason's beef is with my brother not me, I'm not apart of the gang anymore. Wait, I am apart of this shit. Damn it, Azalea. I mentally kicked myself for being so stupid, I shouldn't have got apart of this feud.

The sound of the door being unlocked broke me out of my thoughts and I jerked my head up to look at who was coming. It was one of Jason's men, Nate I think. I don't like the asshole, he jerks me around and if I was properly equipped I would have already killed this motherfucker. “Let's go, Jason wants to see you asap.” He barked grabbing my arm tightly. It hurt like a bitch but I wasn't about to show any weakness around him.

I glared at him while he drug me downstairs and threw me at the feet of Jason. “What the fuck man? What the hell did I tell you about throwing her around?” Jason yelled jumping to his feet and clenching his fists at his sides. His beautiful brown eyes turned dark, almost black.

Nate lowered his head and mumbled an apology before walking off into the kitchen. The kitchen. I'm freaking starving. I thought bitterly. Jason sat back down on the couch his fists still clenched but he unclenched them to pull me off the floor on to his lap. I uncomfortably sat on his lap and looked around the room, it was a beautiful room. If you're going to kidnap someone shouldn't you keep them in a dingy basement or something?

“Are you listening, kitten?” Jason snapped through clenched teeth. I turned my head to look at him and blinked a couple of times at him waiting for him to continue what he was saying. “There's rules you have to follow and if you break them there's going to be consequences. Understand?” He said talking to me slow like I was a child.

“I'm not a child, don't talk to me like I'm one.” I snapped narrowing my eyes at him.

He clenched his jaw and acted like he was going to snap at me but just tightened his grip on my waist. “There's three rules, kitten. Rule one, you will never escape or leave. You're mine.” He said looking at me intensely in my eyes. I rolled my eyes and continued to glare at him. His eyes went dark again, something about it intrigued me.

“Rule number two, you aren't allowed to go into my office.” He said his gripping tightening around my waist with every word he said.

“Whatever.” I muttered looking at the floor.

“Rule number three, you will not talk back to me. Ever.” He growled his grip extremely tight this time.

“In your motherfucking dreams.” I snapped glaring at him.