Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

10: Filthy Cash

The voice that echoed in my nightmares and twisted my insides in horror. I pursed my lips in silence, not wanting to utter a word. My life could be taken at any moment, with any mistake.

"You don't want to talk now huh?" He spat in my ear.

"What do you want?" I managed to speak.

Another hand shoved me around onto the wall, my back slamming along the rigid surface.

"Don't act like you don't know, darling." The moon exposed the men in suits and dragon like tattoos crawling up their neck of hard ink. I still had time to gather the money, what did they want? I don't have shit, not enough to satisfy their leave.

The man on the right carried a sharp silver object in his hand, the metal refelected against the natural light. I gulped of the appearance, he tapped the knife under his index finger.

"I-I don't have much gathered, I don't have any cash if that's what you're looking for."

The pointed object scratched along my arm, leaving a threaten act for a response in return.

"Give us what you have. And don't lie. I smell the money from your purse." He sniffed, pushing me again in displeasure.

"Don't lie~" The man with the knife tilted my head up with his weapon, sang in a crazy manner.

My head twitched in anger, I shoved my hand into the leathered purse and felt the rectangular stack. I was having difficulty handing out my hard-earned cash, my body tensed of withdrawing.

"As minimal as this is, you have to minus this out from what I owe." I said hesitantly.

"Of course, why else would we be here?" The man forced my hidden palm out onto his stealing the envelope.

"Let's see what you got here." He licked his thumb to count the bills.

"Not enough, we can probably get a suit with this much." The other thug scanned over at the green stash.

"Let's go."

"We'll use it well, don't worry. We'll let the boss know you bought us something nice." The man snickered following his other gang member into the remote street.

I covered my face in my agonized palms, pushing my hair back. It was better off getting killed, I regretted my decision. I should've ran myself into the knife. 

Walking down the secluded streets was excruciating, in fear that I'd be followed again. A sound flickering my emotional response in an instant, I turned around. It was only a cat coming out of the bushes. I eased my breathe and held my elbows as the wind was whistling gently. I allowed my tears to be stained by the gush of air. I recalled back to the very first encounter with the men, their 'head' boss in specific when I was only 18.

A stainless steel, polymer pistol was hovering against my temple, I clenched my eyes closed in panic, my vital organ about to burst with the thought of death. I prayed for this to be a delusion, a hallucination. I simply wanted my family back.

The tip of the gun butted along my brow. "Get the cash so I won't have to do this again, got it?"

My bottom lip shivered in a constant fear. I held my breath in panic, my palms sweaty, my fingers trembling as I clenched to the backpack my father bought me for my last birthday.

"DID YOU HEAR ME?!" My eyes clenched further, the tattooed chained man spat in my face.

I eagerly nodded unsure of how I was going to live my life from that moment, what was in the almighty's hands.