|Gangster|

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Helen

"So.. what's your name?"

I scoff, annoyed beyond belief. All he has said in the past hour was this and I was on the verge of banging his head against the steering wheel.

"Call me anything but I won't tell you my name." I smirk at him.

He raises his eyebrow, challenging me. I raise my eyebrow too, challenging him back.

"Muffin?"

"No,"

"Cupcake?"

"Hell no,"

"Little Miss Perfect."

"I'm not even close to perfect, Zac."

He chuckles, obviously not believing me.

"How about I call you... Boo Bear?"

"Oh my God, can you get any more cringy?" I wince to show my dislike. He chuckles in triump.

"Boo bear, it is."

How can I be so stupid? Of course he'll call me boo bear. Maybe I should call him something else too.. like gangster or Zac Bin Laden. He might just kill me if I do.

"I'm not going to kill you," He mutters. Shit, had I said that out loud?

"Urm.. why did you kidnap me then?" I ask him, my voice suddenly becoming small and tremulous. I clear my throat.

"It's been really long since I've had a girl to fuck." The cars comes to a halt and so does my heart.

A girl to fuck? Is he serious? He brought me here to make me his plaything? Holy shit. What am I going to do? I can't let him take my V-card. Will he kill me after having his way with me? What will I tell Jackson? He'll probably never look at me the same way ever again.

Suddenly, I'm enveloped in a booming laughter. The one where he throws his head back and laughs like he has a seizure. Though I can't deny this is one of the most beautiful sound I've heard. I find myself smiling like a loon at him, completely dismissing his earlier comment.

"Holy fuck. You, you should've," he tries to speak but the words get muffled in his fits. "I'm kidding, boo bear. You really should've seen your face." He mumbles slowly.

"And I'm not going to kill you because I don't kill women." He says, his tone serious.

"Urm..okay."

"Let's go. We're here." He says.

I step out of the vehicle to have a look at our destination. We were in the middle of the woods, surrounded by oak trees and twigs. In the middle of nowhere, there was a wooden house. It's foreboding was palpable at a distance: spikes and bards hung over the house, making it look a little more terrifying than this place already was.

"What is this place?" I ask, noone in particular.

"Wait, what the fuck? What is this girl doing here?" One of the guys with the mask inquires. I hadn't noticed the three musketeers get out of the car with the bags hung loosely over their shoulders. He takes off his mask and gawks at me like I had a choice to be here or not.

"Hey Neil," Zac glares at him, "I brought her here and I suggest you three to be hospitable. Do you get me?"

"Yes sir, but why have you brought her?" Neil again questions my existence.

"Well, we'll be needing her for a couple of upcoming projects so I really suggest you, Brandon and Elijah to be a little less imperious and a little more amiable to the new addition." Zac finishes his statement in a monotony voice, his eyes trailing over three of them slowly. They nod towards him, telepathically.

"And to answer your question, boo bear, this is where we live... or where you'll be living now." He smiles while I feel a shiver go down my spine.

"Wait, but Zac, what about my brother? How will he live without me?" I ask him with eyes as wide as sauce pans, knowing damn well he doesn't care.

"Ask me if I give a fuck."

"Do you give a fuck?"

Neil, Brandon and Elijah suddenly laugh like their life depended on it. Over the clamor, Zac scowls and glares at me. I make my irresistible puppy face at him, trying to convince him to... well I don't know. To let me go back?

"Your parents can take care of that. I'm sure he's not a baby," he says, smirking.

"They're dead." I say, deadpan.

"Oh."

"Look, I know you really don't care about him or me, in general but if you want me to work for you - like you mentioned earlier - then I think I do have the right to ask for my brother's security." I nod at him, daring him to defy me.

He raises his brows, then thinks for a moment. Slowly, he imperceptibly nods and I smile. He'll do something about it till I escape.

I know I can't do anything in the presence of these four serial killers, who probably have a much highter intellectual acuity than me. I'll find a way to escape when they start to trust me. It will be much easier.

Not your so innocent, easily manipulated girl, Zac.

Games' on.

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A/N: I want to make this book work so please do leave a vote and comment.

Yesterday my boyfriend told me that he loved me. AND I FEEL SO DUMB BECAUSE I JUST STARED AT HIM AND LEFT WITHOUT SAYING A WORD. Help me out, damnit!

I really need some time because the last time someone said that to me, ended up sleeping with my best friend's sister. :'(

-Leah.