Running For My Life, With The Mobsters Son

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Running For My Life,

With The Mobsters Son. 

(reuploaded)

My breath came out visible puffs, as Jayden shoved me into the small run down shed. I didn’t feel safe here either, but it was obvious Jayden knew where he was going. With my back pressed against the cold, rotting wood there was barely enough room to fit Jayden but he managed. Locking the door behind him. For what good I didn’t know. My jacket wasn’t nearly as thick as I was wishing at this moment, because the cold seemed to seep in. It was freezing, and all I really wanted was to go home.

    I flinched at my own thoughts. I wanted to go home..? When did that happen? I hated it at the small apartment, but I realized under these circumstances all I really wanted was my warm familiar bed. Tears threatened to break through my tough exterior, and I really didn’t want to cry in front of Jayden.

    Jayden turned to face me, as usual he was unreadable but obviously unpleased. He wore a scowl, and with his forest green he looked menacing with his pale skin. Jayden gave me a look over, and I suddenly felt self-conscious of my appearance. My hair was messed around my head from running through the trees and unrepentantly Jayden grabbed a lock of my hair. I cringed uncontrollably, as he pulled a stray leaf from my hair. My reaction obviously hurt him.

    “You don’t have to worry, they can’t find us here.” He breathed, and because he was so close I could smell his minty breath brush up against my face.

    “How do you know?” Embarrassingly my voice broke, and I could feel my face turning red. Hopefully Jayden would play it off as the cold weather getting to me. The same hand that touched my hair reached into the pocket of his blue jeans, with a triumphant smile he pulled out his broken cell phone. The cell phone I previously would have killed for.

    “Without his technology…” Jayden let his sentence hang there and I got the picture. Daddy put a tracking device in his phone. Possibly for protection. A lot of people wanted to see Jayden dead. Not because he did something wrong, all he did was get raised by the wrong family.

    “Where are we going to go? We have no money, no car. Nothing. How are going to last the night?” I let all my anxiety out, and I could tell Jayden was reading my eyes.

    “Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. You have no money… Don’t doubt my skill. But for the night we’re going to have to stay here until the bodyguards get tired of looking for me.” I wanted to cower in the corner, but there was no room for that.

    We ended up sitting diagonal, our knees touching. I could feel his warmth radiate off him, and I knew it must be from the leather jacket he wore constantly. He wore it so much it molded perfectly to his body. Even though it must be a year old, it looked like he just bought it. But then again, he could possibly have ten of the same jacket. I wouldn’t put that past Jayden.

    My jeans weren’t doing anything to keep the cold from attacking my legs. Suddenly I heard something outside on my side, and involuntarily I grabbed Jayden. I couldn’t help it I was shaking. Wouldn’t you be if you had people hunting you? I dug my head into his shoulder, waiting for gun shots until I realized it was only the trees. Jayden laughed.

    “Someone’s scared..” Jayden whispered into my ear, and before I pulled away I could smell his soap and cologne. Even though we had be running he still smelled delicious. When I did, it almost seemed reluctantly because he was so warm, but I didn’t show it.

    “It startled me is all.” I tried to play it cool, but I knew I wasn’t fooling anyone.

    “Mhmm.” Jayden said casually, a small smirk across his face.

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