Uptown Boy (Narry Storan)

47. Reunited

Warning!! Slight violence in this chapter!

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And everything after that seemed to happen in slow motion. The man pulls the lady to his side, before I watch in horror as he slowly draws out a shiny black object from his pocket, cocking it and aiming it, right in my direction.

I freeze in my spot, my blood running cold in fear.

"I-"

BANG!

I jump in my spot, as the loud sound echos through the room, making my heart jump out of my chest. I clamp my eyes shut as visions of my mum getting shot flashes through my mind.

I whimper softly under my breath at the memory, feeling a stray tear leave my eye. Then, I feel some cold liquid splattering onto me, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

Am I dead?

There's a loud thud. I slowly blink my eyes open in shock, realisation dawning upon me that I wasn't the one who got shot.

Despite how bad the situation is, I can't help but to breathe out a sigh of relief.

I turn to the side, noticing that it was the guy from before. The one who grabbed the lady.

I was frozen in my spot, unable to process what the hell just happened. There's a hole in his chest, blood pooling around his body. I eye my arm, that's splattered with the guy's blood. Fuck. I think I'm gonna be sick.

I can feel my gut churning uncomfortably in disgust, feeling my dinner about to rise up and-

I jump in shock as I suddenly feel a cold wet substance on my arm. But sigh in relief once I notice the lady pouring water on my arm and using a wet towel to wipe the blood off.

"Thank you." I whisper, slowly starting to feel my stomach settle again. She nods curtly, before dropping the red stained towel onto the floor.

Someone chuckles darkly, and I'm turning to the sound of the voice.

I gape at him as he casually stuffs the gun back into his back pocket. His eyes land on me, a wicked grin on his face and my breath catches in my throat in fear.

"Sorry you had to witness that. I couldn't have him touching my girl inappropriately." He says nonchalantly. Well, he didn't have to bloody make a hole in his chest. But of course, I keep my mouth shut, not wanting the same thing to happen to me.

I gulp, staring at the body next to me, still desperately trying to push back the memories of my mother.

"Don't worry. I won't shoot you. Larissa told me you tried to stop him earlier." He says and I blink up at him, nodding slowly. That's when I also notice he doesn't have a French accent. Instead, it was an American.

He grins, turning to walk back into the room. "Come on in then." He says. How can he act as though he didn't just shoot a fucking man??

Either way, I do as I'm told, following the couple into the room apprehensively.

He walks further in, and he takes a seat behind a wooden desk, pulling the lady, Larissa or whoever, onto his lap.

"So, you've got it?" He asks, while lighting up a cigar.

I nod, quickly removing the bag from my shoulders and unzipping it, showing it to him apprehensively.

He snatches the bag from my hold, causing me to almost jump in fear. Almost.