The Mafias Protection

11: on the run

He drags me out of the fight club by my wrist, pulling me into the direction of his car.

"Quick." He tells me as he opens up the passenger side door, then closes it as soon as I'm in.

"Why are we in such a hurry?" I ask, when Damon walks to the other side and gets in.

"I'll explain everything when we're out of here." He tells me as he starts up the car, and drives out of the parking lot.

I side eye him, confusion written in my features but I silently agree.

"Put your seatbelt on." He demands, instinctively he reaches out to grab my seatbelt to help me out.

"Damon, focus on the road." I tell him, smacking his hand away, making the seatbelt snap back up.

I turn around in my seat, looking though the back window to see a few cars following closely behind us.

"Eleanor, do as I say." He warns, but I roll my eyes.

I pat my pockets, checking for a gun but come up empty handed.

"Fuck." I mumble to myself.

I pull open the glove compartment, and my hand frantically moves around to try and find something of use, primarily a gun, but nothing was in there other than papers.

"Get down!" Damon yells, reclining my chair, making me fall down in time as loud noise of guns shoot at the car.

"Where do you keep your guns?" I ask, now checking his pockets as he drove.

"I don't have one on me, that's why we need to get the fuck out of here." His voice was dangerously low, as he tried to focus on the dark roads.

"Then put your foot on it." I yell at him.

"I'm already going 95mph!"

I peek up through the back window again, seeing as more cars trail behind us.

"Move over." Before he could complain, I made my way over as quick and carefully as I could, now sitting on his lap.

"I cant see the road." He complains, as he tries to look over my shoulder.

"Turn the radio on, and enjoy the ride." I tell him, as I step on the gas pedal slowly increasing the speed.

"I swear to god, Eleanor if you cras-"

I lower the accelerator, and slam on the hand break making the car go skidding down a dark ally onto another street, losing the cars behind us for a short amount of time.

"Fuck, Eleanor." Damon moans behind me, as his hands wrap around my waist. "How did you learn to do that?"

I let out a giggle "That sounds kind of dirty." I say, trying to stay focused on the dimly lit roads, but the dirty images of Damon's words were fogging up my mind.

That and the fact his arms were wrapped around me, pulling me slightly down into his croch.

"We're about to die, and you're laughing at words that sound dirty." He complains, but he still didn't let go off me.

"We're not about to die." I roll my eyes, as I drive down roads I've never been before. "Where are we?" I ask, as I shift uncomfortable in his lap, making his arms tighten around me so I couldn't move.

"Don't do that." He voice was deep with warning, making my cheeks heat up and my smile to widen with mischief.

"Don't do what?" I ask with fake innocence.

"You know what." He murmurs, seeing through my act.

"This?" I roll my hips on top of him again, testing his limits.