The knife thrower

Chapter-4

AN: MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME.
TRIGGER WARNING.

They were refusing to leave the damn rooftop.
Like the children they were.

"If you guys don't start walking your asses downstairs, I'm going to hurt everybody in this room." It had to have been my 12th time trying to get them to move.

But no they were too occupied with the groupies hanging literally on them. I was so disgusted by the times I've seen the both of them make out with these people.

Ew.

Of course they didn't pay any attention to me, and I knew they weren't going to.
Unless I did something really mean.

Ok, now I have to go in mafia mode.

I looked at the random guard to my right. Before he could register what had even happened, his gun was in my hands. I cocked it, and raised it up in the air.

Then I pulled the trigger.

The sound was enough to get their attention. Actually it was enough to get everyone's attention.

The groupies scurried off in less than three seconds.

"Get. Your. Asses. In. The. Damn. Taxi." I said lowly, aiming the trigger in their direction.

They ran really fast to the cab when I did that.

I was walking to it when the door of the cab slammed shut and the window rolled down.

"Have a nice life bitch!" screamed Sebastian.
The yellow taxi sped off.

I really hope they get pulled over.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. As much as I hated having to do this, I ran to the nearest drain pipe and climbed up it. Once I got to the top of that building, I started chasing down that car.

SEBASTIANS POV

"I think we finally did it!" Exclaimed Avery.

"Hell yes we did!" I joined her. We payed the cabbie a hell of a lot of cash to drive this fast.
All because of a little kid that didn't understand that we were adults trying to have fun.

We had been driving for ten minutes.

"She won't even be able to find us." She said with a grin on her face.

I couldn't help but grin back. I hated Katrina. She was so annoying, especially with her whole "I was in the mafia" stunt.

And don't even forget her throwing knives.

Maybe we should hire someone to rough her up.

I turned to the driver.

"I'll pay you one hundred thousand dollars to rough up a sixteen year old girl."

He eyed me through the mirror.

"What's the catch?" He asked.
I chuckled.
"No catch, someone just needs to be taught to stop lying." I answered with a smirk.

     He tipped his hat.
"I'll make it worth your money boss."

I had to admit, this was wrong. But I was and mad. Avery didn't even interject the idea. She was smirking too.