SEBASTIANS POV.
"I feel like I just had a ton of bricks thrown on me." I groaned as we made our way out of the airport.
"You're welcome." I heard Katrina mutter under her breath.
I might not seem like it, but I'm grateful for the hell she put us through a few hours ago.
We had just landed at three in the morning.
Loud cheers rang through the vast sea of people who were waiting outside the airport itself.
I signed some things and took some pictures before getting in the car, followed by Avery, then Katrina.
A phone rang loudly as Katrina pulled it out of her pocket.
"Hey Charlie." She answered in her light accent.
"What? Where did you get the tip off?" She asked worriedly.
This peaked my attention.
"Right. Ok. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
She put her phone away before speaking to the driver.
"Go to the nearest rental place per favore."
(Please.)
"Why do we need to go to a rental place?" Avery asked with a yawn.
"Because apparently, the city we are staying, and playing in, has a very large crowd waiting for you guys. The police can't even shut it down."
"Woah."
Seventeen year old me wouldn't believe it. He just thought he would be in rehab for the rest of his life with just a guitar.
Soon enough, we pulled into a rental shop, where a motorcycle has been prepared already.
"Don't move from this car until I say. I need to be in front of you guys at all times."
"Why are you driving a motorcycle? Is that legal?"
"It's easier to control. And it's going to have to be legal tonight."
She responded with a small chuckle before sliding in an earpiece.
"I'll be able to communicate through your Bluetooth speaker in the car. You know, just incase your making him want to drive off a cliff."
"That's fair." Avery chimed in.
"Yeah, yeah." I mutter before stepping back inside the car.
Katrina pulled off after slipping the shade of her helmet down.
She zoomed ahead, the driver quickly following after her.
"Can she hear us?" I asked the driver.
"Yes, yes I can." She said through the Bluetooth.
"How long is the drive to the hotel?" I asked.
"Should be about forty five minutes."
Of course it is.
"Just tell me if you guys need to stop." The driver spoke.
"Yes sir." I tipped my imaginary hat.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
"Oh no." Katrina muttered through the speaker.
"What?" I asked. Avery furrowed her eyes.
"Fottere! Put your heads down!"
We knew better than not to and did what was told.
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The knife thrower
ActionShe grew upon the streets with only a few things. Some clothes, a blanket, and knives to keep her safe. One night, Katrina is cornered by a group of people and uses her knife skills as a defense move. But what surprised her is that the head of a we...
