"Listen to me Jess, listen to me very carefully... Some has slashed our tires... Someone doesn't want us to get back home..." He whispered his voice tense and harsh.
What?! WHAT'S GOING ON?! IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE. I HAVE TOO MANY FRAPS TO DRINK.
"Don't freak out just act like we haven't noticed, if we get inside the Starbucks we will be safe." He mumbled before dragging me along as we slowly stepped closer and closer to the Starbucks, turning our back to the car.
With each step closer my breath was shallower and my hands began to shake.
There were only certain people who could want us dead.
The mafia.
"Don't take another step!" Someone shouted from behind us and I looked up at Lucas who just nodded at me as we stopped, not daring to turn around.
"That's it... Now turn around." The voice demanded.
My skin pricked as we slowly turned around to find a man in a mask with a massive smile, behind him another 6 men in masks, but the thing that made my stomach twist in fear was the guns they all aimed at us.
"What do you boys want," Lucas said casually as if we were not in any danger at all.
The one in the middle took off his mask travelling an old man, in his 70s, maybe older, but the side of his face was scared up like burnt tissue, half an innocent old man who sat on the sat pouch shaking his fists at skaters, the other half the gatekeeper to hell.
Whatever the case he sure wasn't the best looking guy I had seen and he had a weird twisted smile. However, although this man still gave me shivers he didn't seem anywhere near as crazy as Raymond was despite the tattered flesh.
When Lucas saw his face he didn't seem as surprised as me, I had no doubt Lucas had seen him before.
"Long time no see." The scarred man chuckled his gravelly voice echoing in the car park around us.
I'm assuming he was talking to Lucas because I had never seen this guy in my life.
"You could say that," Lucas growled stepping in front of me slightly blocking me from them.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to come with us." The old man smiled lowering his gun, though the other men still kept them up aiming at us.
"Yeh, not gonna happen," Lucas said with a smirk.
"You don't have a choice." The old man laughed to himself sounding a bit less friendly and way cockier.
"You wanna bet?" Lucas challenged glaring at him now. Also not being the friendliest.
The old man just rolled his eyes.
"Go for the girl first she's easier." He demanded turning to his men and they nodded walking towards us.
"Do you have your taser whip with you?" Lucas asked whispering behind him keeping his eyes on each one of the guys coming towards us.
I quickly searched my back pockets and then my front ones.
"Nope." I panicked.
"Well good thing I've been training you then." He smirked.
WHAT?! I CAN'T GO AGAINST THESE GUYS.
They started to circle us and me and Lucas ended up being back to back, eyes jumping from guy to guy.
The old, scarred face man was just standing back leaning on Lucas' car like this was a cool movie or something.
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Hitting on the hitman
Romance"If you so much as lay a single finger on Jess," Lucas warned in a breathless dry voice. "I'll break every fucking bone in your body and then." He laughed to himself. "I'll burn off the other side of your fucked up face," He whispered, chuckling in...
