Bombs Away

Chapter 8 - Boss

Harry's POV

"Amber. My name, is Amber." She smiles at me, her cute cheeks making her eyes crinkle. My eyes settle on hers, and I remember my voice.

"Hello, Amber. I'm Harry," I reach out to shake her hand and she takes it, giggling slightly.

"Pleasure to meet you, Harold." Amber shakes my hand. It's weird that in spite of our situation, we are able to joke like this. I think that subconsciously, we are trying to hide from the scary facts.

The door bangs open, making me jump. Amber's hand immediately clutches mine in a bone crunching hold. Derek stands in the doorway, his hands on his hips, a defiant look in his eyes. His stance holds that of authority, and my white hot resentment towards him burns.

"What do we have here?" He mocks. I notice two men behind him, laughing. "Holding hands already, are we?"

"Go to hell!" I shout at him, standing up. I hear Amber move more behind me on the bed.

"Oh, save yourself the trouble, won't you Harold? We're already there," Derek smirk fades into an expression of coldness, and I don't like the look in his eyes. "Now, I came here for Amber. Somebody wants to meet her."

"You're not taking her anywhere," I growl, surprising myself with the amount of protectiveness I feel towards this girl I just met.

"Oh, really?" He narrows his eyes at me. He stomps across the room, his stride dangerous, and in a flash, has the barrel of a gun pointed onto my forehead. The metal is cold on my already chilly skin.

"Don't!" Amber squeaks from behind me.

"Step aside, curly." Derek cocks the gun, and the sound of the bullet sliding into place makes my toes curls. When Amber whimpers again, I reluctantly move to the side, my legs heavy as metal.

"Thought so," The asshole nestles the gun back into the back of his jean's waistband, and yanks Amber up by her arm. He tugs her towards the door, the two men standing there parting to let him through.

"Drew, you come with me. Gunner, you stay with this jackass." He jabs his thumb to me, and gives me one last look before disappearing with Amber down the dark hall. The smaller and younger of the two men follows him, while the huge one stares at me. I shift uncomfortably under his unnerving gaze.

The silence goes on for a few minutes, and I end up sitting down on the bed, my elbows on my knees.

"You look famous," The man rumbles. I jump, not expecting him to speak.

My eyebrows crinkle in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Famous people usually look like assholes. You fit the description perfectly." He laughs at his own joke, and before I can respond, steps outside the room and slams the thick door. The sound of the lock jamming into place seals the deal.

I'm alone, with no idea what they are doing to her.

Amber's POV

Derek drags me down the hallway, his grip too tight on my bicep. I'm almost positive bruises will be there later.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Shut up."

I roll my eyes at his blatant behavior and just let him herd me to wherever we are going. I'm not going to try anything with that man behind me with a gun most likely pointed at me already. I try to memorize the pictures on the walls that could mark the hallways, but we are walking to fast to really catch a closer look. If Harry and I get the chance to escape, we don't want to get lost while doing it.