Devour You

29

Victoria

My feet kick ahead of me, as I try to keep a silent composure. The gentle breeze is calming, curling around my skin, but my pulse still succeeds at pumping rapidly; a rather immense adrenaline coursing through every vein.

20 feet.

Just another 20 feet or so, I'll be across the lot, and in reach for my car.

The bricks that compose the hotel building are cold under my fingers, as I stay close to the bulwark. Peering out just around the corner, I gain sharp sight of two deputies - before I spot the town's Sheriff standing firm in between them. The rest of the cops I saw earlier must've went inside the hotel. I quickly turn to take cover - my back flat against the hard wall behind me.

I throw my head back, fluttering my wary eyes shut. It isn't long before I feel the hardness of the walkie talkie in my clenching grasp before I loosen my firm grip on the device. I glance down at the dark object in my hand.

I wonder if Liki got into the surveillance room yet. I need to know if the other gang is still staying in the building. And if so, what if this business is unfinished? What if Isaiah still wants to make things 'even'?

But things are even, now. We killed one of his their men, and they attempted to take down one -or more- of our own. Additionally, he ordered one of his women to take me to their 'place'! I was held hostage! So, scratch that, we're anything but even.

Forget it... FOCUS, VICTORIA. I need to do this. The suited policemen are just feet away from my car, alongside their own vehicles. I can get to my car. I can get past them.

A preparing breath is taken in between my barely parted lips, before I set my jaw. I step out from around the corner. I keep my hopeful gaze on the standing men who maintain serious discussion, it seems. They don't notice me, yet. My heels echo around the perimeter; clicking across the cemented lot.

Finally, once I approach the three men, I scan across each set of the suspicious glares, before a sigh escapes my pink lips.

"Good evening, gentlemen." I begin, resting my steady palms on either hip. The sheriff, being the last one to meet my gaze, turns around completely to face me. I furrow my brows, showcasing confusion.

I peer out over the sheriff's broad shoulders - examining the glass double doors to the hotel opened wide and welcoming, but roaming figures block the entrance to the hotel's lobby.

"What's going on?" I question, casually, locking onto the sheriff's bold blue eyes again. Evans, his badge states. His short dark hair is slightly disheveled, his jawline stubbed with dark prickly hair, bringing a rough look to him. Darkness canvases beneath his blue eyes, portraying stress, maybe.

He traces my following gaze, glancing over his shoulder at the tall familiar building. "Uh, there was a shooting...we're looking into it and if it came from any hotel guests or just a passerby." He informs, sternly. I nod, watching Evans scratch the back of his neck when he faces me again.

"I'm sorry, who are you again?" He questions, observing either of my brown irises. I raise my brows innocently, before clearing my throat.