lekker (leck•er):
something tasty, high quality or attractive.
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I ran across the street like my life depended on it. While my life wasn't depending on it, I knew there were people, at least two from what I could gather in the short span of watching the horror unfold, trapped in the vehicle- whose life did depend on my running.
Thankfully, the rain had subsided down to a light barely noticeable drizzle. The smoke kept increasing by the second, creating a thick, dense blanket around the vehicle, making it difficult to see or breathe. Tears stung my eyes and the smoke penetrated my lungs, causing me to cough violently.
"The fucking seatbelt's jammed! HELP!" a voice cut through the chaotic silence of the night.
"I'm here, I'm here! I have a power bank with me, try hitting it on the button!" I yelled back before running across the street and grabbing the plastic chair Lola uses to put her feet up. I climbed up on the chair to reach over and open the passenger door, handing the power bank over to the hand that shot out of the car. The hand grabbed the power bank and I heard a few thuds before a victory scream of "FUCK YES!" and "GOD IS REAL".
I heard some shuffling around and a low- "we gotta get out ASAP, and report to Boss".
Boss? Did these two take their boss's vehicle out for a joyride or something?
I cleared my throat and just then the passenger door opened, but since the car was on its side, gravity wasn't on our side either. The door was heavy, obviously, making it difficult for the men to climb out. I leaned over to hold onto whatever part of the door I could.
Finally, I saw the man prop up a black sturdy suitcase on the door hinge which held It in place.
Whatever was in that suitcase sure was heavy.
I stepped down from the chair when I vaguely saw a pair of legs 'step' out. The smoke made it difficult to keep my eyes open for a long time, but before I knew it, a tall man jumped off the vehicle, extending his arm upwards so the other man could get out as well. As he got out, he grabbed the bag stuck at the door too with him.
The car seemed to sense that no human being was inside of it, because as soon as the two men were out, the engine that was smoking till now, caught fire - no doubt because of the collision and the problem that caused in the internal wiring.
I moved back a couple more steps and hugged myself tight, watching the beautiful vehicle give out vibrant red, orange and blue flames. I looked on as the flames engulfed the vehicle and slowly on its own, died down.
The two men in front me looked at each other before turning around and perhaps, just then realising, that I had helped them out to safety.
Both the men were tall, easily around 6 feet, mildly towering over my 5'8" frame. One of them had luscious dirty blonde hair while the other had brown hair. After taking in their hair, as they walked towards me, I took in their faces. They were both insanely attractive. The blonde one looked a lot friendlier than the brunette.
They stopped in front of me, partially covered in soot and few bruises and cuts, bag in hand, and for a few seconds nobody really said anything. We just kept looking at each other.
"Well. So, that happened." The blonde guy muttered and then giggled nervously, looking at his partner who remained absolutely stoic.
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The Don & His Cheesecake (A mafia romance novel)
General Fiction"The universe works in mysterious ways, my mother would say. I agree now, because there is no way their lives could become so intertwined, if not for the mysterious ways of the universe." Ajax Hudson. Alexis Main. Once strangers, and now... two pe...
