Devour You

13

Victoria

Adrenaline surges cool in my veins, as I eventually quicken my pace to follow into step with Rio. He's moving fast, at a smooth and slick pace, now next to me.

I know just how serious and solemnly dangerous this approach can be, I saw it in the gangster's chocolate brown irises - his eyes were a flash of only darkness, as the words fell from his tongue;

You're gonna stay with me; he ordered. It's not just me involved, in all of this, that he cares about; for it's every single member of our gang - every soul.
From the way he spoke of it, this baleful plan, he knows too well this is a war that his boys will be attending; causing this approach to be at it's deadliest - hopefully toward the enemy.

Yet still, the gangster isn't afraid. And I've thought about it, all of it, which resulted in me not being afraid neither, somehow.

My golden gun is clutched firm in my grasp, I can't seem to let go of it. I'm ready, actually more than I'll ever be.

Hurrying towards my silver 2018 Nissan Altima, Rio goes before me to kindly yet hurriedly open my door for me, before I slide onto the driver seat after sending a small grateful smile.

He shuts the car door behind me, only seconds before he swings open the passenger door to claim his seat. Once he shuts the car door, my steady hands latch onto the steering wheel - my brown irises lock onto his own when I take in a deep breath.

I'm swelled with questions, so many that I can't even spill the first one. Rio meets my gaze, and I perch an imperceptive brow in the gangster's direction. Seated seemingly relaxed in the comfortable seat, Rio sends a bare nod, and his full lips part - allowing for a calm breath to be taken in.

"They don't know we're comin'." He begins. "Chris said that one of the boy's that had look out in one of the East Side hotels claimed he spotted their arrival. East Wayward Inn, baby. That's where we're headed." Rio licks his lips, so quick that I almost miss it. "Room 17." He informs me, reverting his solemn gaze ahead.

Before I know it, I release a breath I didn't know I had been holding, and swallow lightly - teeth tugging at my lip. "And guns? Where are we going to get the weaponry?"

Rio shifts slightly in his seat to face me, his full lips immediately twitching as he meets my gaze again. Either of his thick brows escalate.

"Weaponry?" He questions in mock, and in which laces in his husky tone - amusement. In turn, I lick my lips, suppressing my smile.

"Did I say it wrong?" I ask, drifting toward a confused state. The gangster tugs at his lip, shaking his head deliberately, turning to face my garage ahead once more.

"Just drive, baby." He drags huskily, presumably avoiding my gaze. And I find my lips curving upward, as I insert the keys to turn on the ignition, before backing out of our driveway.

He thinks I'm too formal... He definitely thinks that I'm too formal.

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Turning off the busy highway, the backroads I shift onto are rocky, not at all smooth and without a comforting flux.

My knuckles are white upon the steering wheel - I haven't taken my hands off of it, nor did I ever unclench the strong and firm grip I claim on it's leathery surface. Not because I'm nervous, but because I'm literally heading into death itself.

Not for me directly, I hope, but for any us - any of them. Someone can get hurt, someone can die. I have to face the fact that is what we're walking into.

Guns, gang bangers, crime - for me...who would've thought?

"Turn here, darlin'." The gangster beside me directs, before I guide our path and make a turn. East Court, we come across.

I pull into the lot - that's packed with vehicles - and collect a parking space.

"So, why my car? I mean, why not yours?" I ask out of curiosity, pulling into an available space. "You would think mine is more...non crime-like." I add, shrugging, sitting back in my seat and peering my curious irises his way.

Rio sounds a low, brief chuckle, while his tongue sweeps across his full lips. "Do you wanna be obvious?" He returns lowly.

"All of us took different cars on the way here, we gotta blend in with the ordinary people, darlin'." The gangster meets my eyes; his dark brown irises glinting with an unreadable expression - and I can't quite grasp it.

Rio places his hand on the car door handle to exit, but before he turns to step out himself, he glances down to the golden gun that's rested between us - before flicking his eyes back up to latch onto mine.

"You ready?" He questions lowly, tone husky and raw. I curl my lip, once I retrieve the keys from the ignition to turn my car off. That is, before I send the gangster a firm, assuring nod...before we both exit the car.

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Hello, loves! I know this chapter was shorter than usual - but CIAG had even shorter chapters than this at first, I noticed. But this was more of a filler; I miss you guys and never enjoy keeping you waiting!

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