Gangsta Mate (A werewolf/gangster romance)

Cadan

CADAN REID

"What do you mean you can't track her?!" I yelled at Corbin. 

Corbin looked panicked as his fingers flew over the keyboard. "I'm trying, I'm trying," He kept chanting. Clearly, to shut me up rather than calming him.

"Get aside, Cade. Lemme help him." Shailene was up with her hair loosely tied and wearing her black horn-rimmed glasses. 

"I'm firing up the router, Cor." Shay said as she started working on the computer beside Corbin's. Shay was no less a techno-geek than Corbin, only she was better at hiding it and, well, actually had more interest in real life. 

Standing there, I knew I could not help them with their nerdy crap that I couldn't bloody understand to save my life. "Guys," I said. No reply.

"I'm going back to club to see if I find anything." That was the only thing I could think of right now. I received a few grunts in reply. Taking that as good as "be careful, Cade" from the siblings, I walked out of the room.

As I drove back to Club Destiny, I wondered where this ended. What all did it account for? How many lives it affected? Or destroyed. The moment when I finally felt that everything was finally falling into their places, the puzzle of our lives had to be ruined by being jumbled up at the hands of that bastard Jude.

I parked my Mustang into its usual parking space and got out. Leaning against my car I thought of the right course of action. When nothing came to me, I shut the car door and walked towards the entrance. I was a freaking drug dealer! I am here every other day, so why not today?

I searched for familiar faces in the crowd outside the club, even of Michael's, but found no one. It seemed that they were all gone. No, goddammit, no. Not when I needed them. I looked around again in desperation. Maybe some of them were inside, enjoying the night. Yes, that must be it.

With that, I walked towards the entrance of the club. The bouncer, who depending on the crowd gathered outside either talked a bit or ignored me, now he just gave me a nod before returning to the skanky girl who was trying to flirt her way in. Some really thought that movie fantasies did play out in real lives, they didn't realise that it only happened for people like Shailene and Lennox. Sighing and trying to control my urge to give a teasing smirk to that skank, I pushed into sweating, crazy crowd that danced and humped against any random person under the loud electronic music that scraped my ears.

"Get aside! Coming through!" I literally elbowed through the crowd. If there is one thing about night clubs - as much as you can know by selling drugs outside it almost every night - is that politeness is an urban myth, learn to get over it. "Ugh, gimme some space, jerks!" Lex is, especially, horrifed by how easily I got angered by crowds. It is one the major reasons why Shay and her never drag me to a sale, I end up scratching some faces and lunging at some others. Though it may also have to do with my 'horrendous' taste and 'ignorance' to 'latest trends' and my shoe size (I take the one that fits).

I let out a frustrated sound as I felt myself getting lost to the crowd, the music, the flashing lights. They were overwhelming, these things, making me almost lost in myself. You know, the inner monologue and all. The crowd carried, the indistinguishable figures taking me with the flow. This feeling, I could get high on it and not even take anything substance for it. 

I felt touches, of the bodies - whispers of fingers, naked sweaty skin, smooth fabric of clothes, heavy breaths. All of them were personal and yet not so intended. Except one. One hand had reached for my arm and had almost wrapped its fingers around me, but I was quick. I danced out from its way, as much was possible in this crowd. Someone searched for me. My frantic eyes searched the owner of that touch, so intended. 

Another touch, this one near the side of my waist. Almost had me. I flinched and before I gave myself the liberty to breathe, I pulled in the other direction of that touch. Panicked, I pushed past people, trying to part my way. The music, too loud, grated against my ears, alongwith the erractic thrumming of my heart. Who is it?

Contrary to common belief (Lex + Corbin), I was quite familiar with the concept of running away. Only Shay has an idea that my life had only begun to exist the moment I ran away from that bloody place people called home. Always running away. And when people looked specifically for me, I have learned, the best thing to do is run because such people seem to have a habit of dragging me to most unwanted of places. 

A whoosh sound escaped my mouth as my breath left me, a really strong arm wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me back until I met with what I thought was a wall of bricks. So strong, how I can run from that? Is this one of those times I lose? I didn't get time to wonder about it as another hard hand covered my mouth. I started to struggle as a strange, strong smell infiltrated my senses. Before I could react, all of my strength left me. My arms falling limp against my side, my legs laying lifelessly a few feet above the ground. Above the ground? The guy was so strong, he had literally held me above ground by a single arm around my waist, and now was pushing me towards the back door of the club while my head lifelessly lolled to my shoulder.

My eyelids felt heavy and fell to half mast. He removed his hand from my mouth and from my slitted eyes, I saw a wet white cloth on his hand.  Chloroform? Like in the movies? Was my life so cliche? That was my last thought as my eyes fell close and everything blackened. I had a strange feeling of floating but that sense was shattered by the feeling of hard, coldness beneath me. But soon after that, I felt nothing. Sweet nothing.