Secrets. (A James Franco FanFiction)

Chapter 14

"Let me go!!!" I yelled at the big guy that had a hold on my arm.

"I don't think so, honey.." he replied as he dragged me through the door into the restaurant.

"Well, well. If it isn't Katie. Didn't I warn you about this??" Mario greeted me as I was stopped in front of him.
I glared at him. "I thought I was working today."

Mario had a smirk on his face that made me want to reach across and smack it off.

"Let me leave." I said after a moment.

"I can't do that. I'm sorry. Oh wait, I'm not sorry."

My rage was boiling up.

"I promise I won't say anything to the cops. Just let me fucking go! God damnit Mario!!!" I was almost yelling now.

The guys flanking Mario were smiling like it was the funniest thing on Earth. I pulled my arm out of the man's grip suddenly, and started to run towards the door. I heard a gunshot and the glass of the front door shattered. I stopped in my tracks.

"I wouldn't try that again, or next time you will end up like the door." Mario huffed.

I sighed, turning around to face him again. The guy grabs my arm again, and pulls me over to a chair.

"Tie her up." Mario demands. I flip him off as the guy pushes me down on the seat, and starts to wrap ropes around me, securing me in place.

Mario chuckles lightly, and bends down in front of me. I want to vomit right on him.

"Oh, fiesty little Katie. I'll let the boss take care of you."

"Why can't I leave?" I ask.

"You just witnessed a murder. We're not that stupid to let you leave. We know you would be going right to the police."

I smirked, and used my one jab that I knew would get to him. Hell, I'm probably not going to make it out of here alive, so I might as well go out with a bang.

"You're just pissed that I know your secret." I said, smirking.

The room grew silent and Mario's face turned serious. "Luckily for us, our secret will die with you."

I let out a breath, and turned away, looking at the floor. I silently said a prayer, and told James I loved him. I had this gutwrenching feeling I wouldn't see him again.

James' POV

I was sitting on my couch, watching some reality show. But i couldn't focus on the show: I was thinking about Katie. I knew she was nervous about going to work today. She wouldn't let me see she was scared, because she's a tough girl. But I knew her better than she thought, and she was terrified.

I tried focusing on the show again, but I couldn't get rid of this feeling in my gut. I didn't like it at all.

I turned off the TV,  grabbed my keys, and my phone. I was going to see Katie at work. I wanted to be there to protect her, in case something bad were to happen.

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