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All that was to be heard, was the quiet bumps that the truck drove over; getting closer to it's destination.
As you drove down the silent roads, the streets lights were seeping its way inside through the small windows that had barriers—making sure you wouldn't be able to break out.
"Hellooo, you could at least talk to me, I mean it's not like I can hurt you" The driver doesn't respond, causing you to let out a sigh.
"Whatever" You mumble, being bored out of your mind.
A few seconds later a crash was heard, the truck coming to a stop and your body jolted forwards from the sudden impact. Groaning from the slight throbbing pain that was now occurring in your head, you turn to the driver.
"What the fuck was that?"
"I'm going to check it out—stay here." The man says to you his voice sounding firm, like you were fucking able to go anywhere.
Letting out a huff of annoyance, you pull your cuffed wrists up to your forehead, feeling a slight bump. You must've hit your head against the annoying metal that sat across from you.
As a few seconds passed, you heard a bomb explode, causing you to put up your guard. The handcuffs restricted some of your movements, but you prepared yourself to fight the oncoming intruder.
The doors busted open—like you were in a movie scene and you didn't bother looking at the person who you were prepared to fight.
You kicked them in the chest harshly, making them fall back and loose their balance.
"Damn, you're really athletic." The person speaks, coughing a bit afterwards.
Recognizing the voice immediately, you jump out of the truck, rushing over to help them back up.
"Nicky! What the actual fuck? You almost gave me a heart attack." You extend your hand, and he takes it, boosting himself back onto his feet.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to scare you—just save you" He lets out a chuckle while scratching the back of his head, from your unexpected reaction.
You laugh in response, causing him to join in with you. "Now, are you going to let me out of these or am I going to crack them onto your skull." Offering him a smile, he takes out the key from his front pocket, unlocking the metal cuffs that didn't sit as tight as they were supposed to be.
Smiling you some-what thought it was a good gesture from Aaron that he didn't want to see you actually hurt. Rubbing your wrists you look up at Nicky, then glanced around the both of you.
"Uhh, what did you do with the guy?"
"Uhh, when he came around the car, I knocked him out with this" He pulled out a gun similar to the one you owned. Nicky always knew you liked keeping one on you, whether it was for protection or justmaking sure you were able to get out of a difficult position.
