Thieving Florida

chapter 22

Yay long chapter!

Jessica's PoV
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Owen quickly grabbed my hands and tried to yank me from my spot, but I pulled away.

"Why should I trust you," I said coldly.

"Do you want to get out of this situation alive?" he asked me.

"Well duh."

"Then trust me," he said, pulling me by the arm again. I let him, but still argued.

"That's not that good of a reason," I said. "Why are you helping me?"

He didn't say a word as we ran through the hallway. He held a finger up to his lips, well bandana, telling me to be quiet.

"I'm not going to be quiet, I want an-"

His hand went over my mouth as we abruptly stopped at the turn. I could here chaos from upstairs. Lots of shouting, things breaking, heavy thuds, and I also heard multiple gunshots that left my ears ringing.

"If they were smart they'd try to keep the commotion as quiet as possible," Owen mumbled to himself.

"What?" I asked rather loudly. He glared at me, making me shut my mouth.

Owen peeked around the corner, then motioned for me to move with him. We went around to find a staircase with a slightly cracked door at the top.

"Are we going in there?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I have to give our men the signal, to let them know that I found you," he said.

"Who is our?" I asked, even more confused. "What signal?"

"You didn't think that Aj would let you and Marisa be captured by his rival gang and not go after you," he said.

"About Marisa-"

"No time," he said.

"But-"

"Shh!"

I shut my mouth. How was I going to tell him about Marisa betraying me? Them, too.

"Stay here, I'm only running up the steps for a moment," he ordered. And he did, yelling something into the doorway that I couldn't understand.

He came down the steps, taking them three at a time. He grabbed me and turned the corner, taking us down the long stretch of hallway. There was a door open to our left that we were about to turn into. Suddenly a bullet whizzed in between us, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"Nice aim, jackass!" Owen yelled, hauling me into the room. He pulled his own gun out of his pocket and turned the safety off. Before he came into the room, he took two shots at whoever had shot us. There was no other shots that followed, only a sickening thud.

Owen came back in the room, keeping his gun drawn. "Y-y-you killed him."

"Maybe," he said quietly. "But you don't need to worry about that. There's a small escape window in the corner-" he pointed to my right, "-and you're going through it."

"No I'm not," I said, but there wasn't much threat in my tone.

"Yes you are. I'll give you a boost," he said.

"You just killed someone; why should I let you help me?" I said.

"Never confirmed that I killed anyone," he hissed. "But if you don't go now, they're going to catch us. Just do what I say!"