Drive [h.f-t. & j.l.] (COMPLETED)

Chapter 11 - Drain

drain - harry mold
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josephine's pov

As I watch Gianchi step towards me, the still empty popcorn bucket drops from my hand. He has an evil smirk on his face and I swallow hard before swirling around to head back to the crew but four of his goons step out of the shadows, surrounding me.

"I heard the Mercy Park Crew was hanging around here. Came to see for myself. That boyfriend of yours owes me money for what he did. Lots of it." Gianchi says from behind me and I take a step to the side so I could have them all in my field of vision, not wanting to have my back turned on any of them. I try to not let them see how hard my heart is racing, glaring at Gianchi.

"You got what you had coming to you. You lost the race, Gianchi. It's not Hero's fault that you can't get over it." I say and he squints his eyes at me, inching closer.

"Better watch your mouth, bitch." He says before looking at the other guys and then nodding in my direction.  "Grab her. Hero will pay up to get her back." He tells them and the goons take a step toward me, each looking more intimidating than the other.

"Get away from her." The men and Gianchi turn their heads, in time to see Hero emerging from the shadows between the cars. He had a scowl on his face as he looked at them, fists clenching beside him. "You got a problem with me, you leave her out of it." He says, voice deep which made his accent sound even thicker, as he stares down Gianchi and his goons. Gianchi gives a mocking laugh, spreading his arms as he looks between Hero and me.

"Now it's a party!" He exclaims before looking at his crew and gesturing toward Hero. The four of them turn away from me and start to close in on Hero. Hero had his fists still clenches as he steps towards them.

"Hero, no! We can't fight them. It's five-on-two." I say, shaking my head, and Hero glances at me for a second.

"No. It's five on one." He says, to my surprise a hint of a smile on his lips as he swings a fist at the closest goon, rocking his jaw. The guy lets out a yelp in pain and Gianchi and the others immediately charge at Hero. As I step forward to do something, anything, one of the men notices and he steps away from the brawl, grabbing me and holding me in place, ignoring my shouts and tries to wriggle free as all I can do is watch as Hero takes on four of Gianchi's crew.

He fights like an animal, punching, grappling, slamming. But soon, he can't hold them all off and they get him on the ground. I shout Hero's name as Gianchi kicks him in the ribs hard.. and again. As he was about to kick again I finally get myself to wiggle my elbow free, pulling it back to knock it in the guys' face that was holding me. He groans and stumbles back, loosening his grip on me and I quickly run towards Hero, grabbing a piece of pipe off the asphalt. Through the barrage of kicks, Hero sees me coming.

"No, get back!" He shouts but I ignore him as I swing the pipe as hard as I can into Gianchi's back. He topples over, yelping. He curses loudly and with a split-second break in the barrage, Hero scrambles to his feet and punches straight into the chin of one of the goons, who stumbles back. Another one of them grabs for me again, wrapping his arms around me from behind and I take all my strength to bring my foot down on his as hard as I can. As he lets go with a loud curse he pushes me forward and throws me hard into a car door. Searing pain shoots through my forehead. I groan in pain, my hand shooting up to my head.

I barely hear Hero call my name and as I look over to him, he's back on the ground, Gianchi's fist connecting with his right cheek. Gianchi dusts himself off and sneers, readying to serve another blow down on Hero.

"You don't know who the fuck you just messed with-" He starts, but suddenly a razor-sharp knife flicks to his throat and a familiar voice appears behind him.