Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r O n e

Y/n's POV:

'JJ!' Kiara yelped as JJ drifted the vehicle over the curb, accelerating the car,

I was in the front seat, yelling in frenzy as JJ chuckled and picked up a pace, glimpsing at me time-by-time, 

'Man-stop the damn car!' Pope yells over the air blowing through the open windows, 

It felt nice, the adrenaline in getting caught, it felt exciting, the ardour, the menace, the adventure, it's freeing...

We all heard distant buzz and quickly distinguished that it was sirens blaring, addressing us and our vehicle that was way too presumptuous, 

'Shit-stop the car-'

'Do you want to be caught?' I recite at Pope as he glares at me, eyes widened, 'JJ-listen, turn that corner and into the alleyway, then I'll tell you when to turn left!' I command as he nods and turns a terse corner,

'Y/n-are you insane?' Pope asks, 

'Do you want to be in sentenced with an insane person? Didn't think so-and no, I am not insane, I am saving our asses right now-JJ-turn left-now!' 

He turns left, leading us into another dark and murky alley however we can still hear a distant buzz, 

'Fuck!' Kiara yells as we hear the sirens approaching us, 

'Can this thing drive faster?' Pope yells as JJ shakes his head, 

'No-if it could, I'd drive it faster!' He responds, 

'Shit-alright, turn right in approx ten seconds, then we will be on the main road once again-and then drive as fast as possible, if the siren continue, we'll leave the car.' I recite, as JJ complies and we are now on the main road, the sirens are getting more and more quiet-

'Yes! Wo-hoo!' JJ yells as we all fall into laughter and keep driving,

'Shit,' Pope whispers as he leans back in his seat, 

'Guys-sh-sh-sh, do y'all hear that?' Kiara asks, as we all quiet down and then realise, cops took a fucking shortcut and are now behind us,

'Drop the car in that bush and we will run ourselves-where the cars cannot reach!' I recite as everyone looks at me in disbelief, 

'Are you-'

'I am not insane! We will get fucking caught-drop the car!' 

JJ does as he is told as we all run out and stroll towards the wealthier district, 

'Left!'

Whilst running away, I notice him,

His dirty-blonde hair, his shirt seeming tight against his broad chest and shoulders, his tall silhouette right in front of us, his long and muscular legs begin to prance towards us, shit, not now Cameron, 

'Guys-now straight and then turn right-fuck!' I am interrupted as Rafe grasps me, holding my waist with his hands and taking me aside, 

'Put me down-Rafe-Put me down!' 

I thrum my legs to all directions as Pope, Kiara and JJ stop running and attempt to help me, however cops are right behind us, 

'Guys-no-run! I will meet you later-I promise-go!'

They all nod and run the direction I instructed earlier, however JJ reluctantly stays but after I reassure that I'll be back, he runs away as well, looking back at me, 

'You are an asshole Cameron!'

'Oh yeah? I'll put you down and say it to my face.' His low voice demands as I yelp, his chiselled arms grasp me tighter and manoeuvre me over his shoulder, as he walks closer to the cops, I can feel his veiny hands pressing against my skin and his cold rings igniting and cool, 

'Thank you Rafe-much appreciated,' Deputy Shoupe clamours as Rafe opens the door and sits me in, his eyes laid on mine, I cock my head aside and avoid his eyes however I feel a grasp on my chin as he twists my head, forcing me to meet his eyes, his ring pressing against my skin, 

'Don't fucking turn your head on me.'

'Or what? You will shoot me?'

He smirks and leans closer to my ear, my breath halts after I feel his steady breath and his strong cologne against me, his scent is like no one else's, however he's still a twat.

'Or I will put that little-filthy mouth of yours to a better use.' He whispers lowly and retrogrades back, smirking at me, he then taps on my thigh before closing the door and then he talks to an officer, eyeing me all this time, I am unable to distinguish what they are talking about, however his crooked smile gives off a feeling that it's nothing beneficial towards me.

---

At the station, I am sitting in an interrogation purlieu, quite confounded actually, that's a bit dramatic if all we did was driving a little faster...

I notice a veiled lady stepping in, her platinum-blonde hair in a high bun, two-front locks steeping at the front, she is wearing a pencil-black skirt and a sleeved-white blouse with taunted laces at the neck-section, her Ms.-Formality look is finished by black heels that clank against the marble floor,

She steps in and places he clipboard on the steel-table, she smiles at me politely however then her smiles vestiges, as if she remembered that she's supposed to appear menacing and treacherous, right...

'Hello Y/l/n, I'm Ms. Garcia, call me Lilah though.'

'What the fuck is this?' I ask as she nods and reaches for her clipboard, 

Shuffling through files she fetches out a certain one labelled 'confidential'.

'I honestly think that annotating files as 'confidential' makes it less confidential-you know, since we know it's super sacrosanct-'

'Why does it feel like talking to Maybank?' She inquires as I frown, 

'You've talked to him?'

'He is a regular visitor here, since his father...'

'Oh yeah...right.'

After a brief and quite an awkward silence, they spoke once again, 

'So, you can bailed out from three months of sitting in here, or there's another option...'

'Well then of course the other option, that is not even up for a discussion-'

'Working with a partner and solving a dilemma in New York.'

'I-'

New York? With some random person and solving a 'dilemma'? What the actual hell is this?

'Could you elaborate...please?'

'Well, I am not allowed to give off an implicit information unless you agree to participate, however there's a whole committee in New York that require two opponents as leaders, someone like you and another person, as you will all work in unison, with our forces, we will pay for the flight, provide you with arsenal-'

'Arsenal as in-weapons? Guns and rifles?'

'Yes. The stay-in apartment will also be provided by us, we just need you two.'

'And who is that 'another person'?'

Silence filled the room as the lady sighed and glared at me.

'Rafe Cameron.'