Catching Love

.01: Ali

"Come on," I groan, "we need to leave before 'they' catch on."

Darrell moans, "It's two AM."

"Yeah, and they're plotting our murders next so get your fatass up and pack your shit," I order," I leave at six with or without you."

"You wouldn't leave me to die," he snorts.

"Try me," I say deadly serious.

"Okay, damn. I'll pack," Darrell replies rolling his eyes.

I walk back into my room and grab my spray paint. I'm already packed, so I just have to do some finishing touches. I go into the living room and leave a nice note for 'them'.

You're too late, bitch.

Darrell and I check the perimeter and make our get away by helicopter. He's kinda rich, so it's not that big a deal. We arrive in Chicago and land on the helicopter pad I had installed on top our flat.

Our house is ten thousand square feet sitting on eighteen acres of land located right outside the city because there wasn't really space in the city. This house took three years to build to our standard, and I'm just glad it is finished.

It looks like a studio apartment and has no neighbors. We had to drive down a dirt road for twenty minutes to get here. That's how remote we are. And it's still probably not enough to keep 'them' away. I just don't know what to do.

Our house has 14 bedrooms, 18 bathrooms, two game rooms, five family rooms, a chef's kitchen, a media room, a gym, a forty five car garage located underground, a shooting range in the basement, a indoor pool, and a bullet proof safe room with fifty six guns inside. Who knows now that Trump's president?

Outside it has two softball fields, six sheds for equipment, a basketball court, a volleyball court, a private water park, two pools, a playground, a soccer field, a football field, and a guest house.

What? I like to live in style.

Throughout our property, we have running trials, biking trails, and escape routes.

I know this all seems excessive, but trust me, it's necessary. You have no idea what we are up against. I don't even know. And I hope I never have to find out.

I won't tell you everything, but here's the gist. My parents were involved in some dangerous things. They were murdered by the Italian Mafia, and now they are coming after us next. This all happened because my parents were a part of the Italian Mafia, and we joined the Dominican Mafia. They were accused of sharing information with us and now we're next. And well here we are now. But, we're not free; all we are is hidden. Let's see how long it takes them to find us. Starting the timer now.

0:00:00:00.

0:00:00:01.

0:00:00:02.

Two seconds. That's an accomplishment. Might even be a record against this gang. Oh well. Time to wait it out.

Man I'm stressed. I should go shoot some rounds. I head down to the shooting range and take my pistol and start.

After about three hours of shooting, I go to the in home theater and decide to watch Taken. Half way into the movie, Darrell walks in and pauses it.

"Do you know the moral of this movie?"

"Never travel to Europe with a blonde?" I respond.

"No, listen to the ones in charge of you," he says pointing to himself, "they know what's best."

"Thank you Darrell. Really. You've always been there for me since the beginning. You taught me to shoot, fight, race, and protect myself. Without you, I'd be dead. Thank you so much. I'm sorry I'm such a brat sometimes."