Impressing the Clients

69

I pulled.

A loud bang echoed around the room.

My eyes were wide, my breathing stopped.

What the fuck did I just do? It took me a minute to convince myself to blink my eyes and breathe.

I stared at what I just fired at.

The red circular light that indicated its power turned off. The control panel of the mechanical straps sparked to failure and the steel bands around Ian retracted.

As soon as he felt the cold steel unwrapped around his parts, he opened his eyes and shot a surprised look at me.

"Y-you—," he tried to talk but I cocked my gun again on his head.

"Talk and I'll pull this on you for real this time," I gritted my teeth at him. He only nodded and raised his arms in surrender.

We stared at each other for I didn't knew how long. But all my mind could think was how fucked up I was to spare him. Instead of going about my original plan, I let him out of his confinement. His eyes revealed gratefulness that I helped him, hopeful that everything's okay now. That I forgave him.

He stood slowly and I let him. His arms still up in the air as he winced at the pain of not using his legs for too long. For days.

"Run and never come back. The next time I see you, I'll make sure to bury a fucking bullet in your skull," I told him. His eyes faltered. His hope washed away as I told him my final words to him. But he stayed on his spot, his eyes still pleading.

"Fucking run before they come!" I roared at him. This woke him up from his delusion that I'll come and run away with him.

And so he did what he's told.

He ran as fast as his limping legs could before anyone comes. He disappeared just before Oliver came banging the door open and cocked his gun to the now empty chair.

"Where is he?!" He shouted at me. I paid no attention to his fury, walked passed him and through the door.

"He's gone." I replied as I walked out.

The whole can ride back to the club was silent. He didn't say a single word, he didn't even looked at me. So I initiated to talk.

"Thanks for the gun," I handed him back the gun but he didn't reach for it. His eyes were looking out the window. His face wasn't showing any emotion but his eyes glimmered with worry.

"Hey, your gun." I put the gun on his lap and he darted a furious look at me.

"Keep that fucking gun with you from now on. You might need it when I'm fired." He shoved the gun to me and looked away.

I didn't bother to say anything else. I knew I should've killed Ian instead of letting him go, that was the plan.

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We arrived at the club and went back to our places. But the table where Jackie should be was empty. I looked over to the corner table where the rest of the guards stood but it was empty as well. Oliver shot me a 'we're fucking dead' look.

I wandered my eyes around the dance floor, looking for any resemblance of my friends or even the guards as Oliver scoured through the whole place.

They're fucking nowhere.

This can't be fucking happening right now! Fuck!

Oliver grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowded room. "Stay with me at all times!" He shouted through the booming music to which I nodded. My hand held onto his tightly as he led us to the back office.