Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r T h i r t e e n

Y/n's POV:

'Done! Rafe I have it-' However before I could finish a sentence, he walks through the doors in a rush, his tie is messily around his neck now and his top-two buttons open, his hair more disheveled,

'What took you so damn long?' He asks as I stepped towards him,

'Try and search for a file, with given description 'valuably-looking'.'

'I suggested that in an elevator, but you obstinately refused, acting like a child once again.' He responds, why is he always so irritating?

'I was not-'

I was interrupted by Rafe clasping my hand and leading me out of the office and towards the West-side doors,

'Just stop talking for a minute.' He demands, however in front of us, the same guard that was initially at the door appears, he has a gun,

'And where do you think you are going-'

He could not finish as Rafe simply raised his fist and knocked him out-

I gasp as the guard falls to his knees, eyes barely open,

'Salut.' Rafe finally says and finishes him off, blood on his fists and some on his chin, dribbling,

He wipes his bottom lip and inspects me with his eyes, as then he continues leading me towards the door, tumultuous reciting behind us as we run down the stairs my eyes linger down Rafe's body, as I notice a black gun, tucked in his trousers,

We run out and notice, there's no car,

'Where the fuck are they?' Rafe rhetorically asks, as I examine the whole parking lot, no one is there, 'shit.' He mutters, I can hear people behind us,

'Rafe-we have to go somewhere,' I warn, he glares at me, blood on his chin and cheek, he nods and leads me towards the murky corner,

'Trust me?' He asks,

'No.'

'Good.' He responds with a smirk, as he then leads me towards a motorcycle that is definitely not ours to take,

'Rafe-what-'

'Take this-' He gives me then gun, 'I trust you on this one Y/n.' He mutters, as he then retrieves a key from his pocket,

'Where did you-'

'Less talking.' He responds, as he then points for me to sit down and after I do so, the door in front of us swats ajar,

Rafe quickly sits in front of me, he grasps my arms and wraps the around his torso,

'Rafe-'

'Do you want to fly out princess?' He asks,

'No.'

'Then stop being petulant.'

He then starts the motorcycle and leads us out of the parking lot, I have to straddle him in order to not fall out, I can feel his muscles flex beneath my touch, his chiselled chest and his veiny hand controlling the wheel as he holds it tightly, his other hand is on mine that are wrapped around him, he holds them tight, making sure that I don't accidentally let go-I guess, he did offer me a gun, will I have to use it?

'You are my eyes, shoot if what.' He yells through the wind, it's already dark at night, lights twinkling, lanterns are on, Rafe drives through the other cars, one after another that we pass, we are already on the bridge, there's not too many cars, however when there are, Rafe passes them momentarily, camouflaging us,

I glance behind us and notice that there are people following us on motorcycles as well, and they've got rifles-fuck-

'Rafe, we are being followed!' I respond, he holds my hand tighter and begins driving even faster,

I retrieve the gun and begin searching for the ones that are closest, there is one right on our tail, I've never shot or even attempted to shoot anyone,

'Do it!' Rafe encourages, as I come to a realisation, I have to do it in order to not get caught-or I could aim for their tire?

I raise the gun and start aiming for the tire, pulling the trigger-a loud pang rings my ears, I gasp and my hand rattles, the force is way more outrageous, and I missed-fuck,

'Balance and stabilise, wait three or so seconds and shoot, hold the gun tighter-I am holding you!' Rafe assures, as I sigh and point the gun once again, this time taking a bit longer, the motorcycle behind us tries to dodge,

'Come on darling, you can do it!' Rafe recites, as I squint one of my eyes and pull the trigger, the motorcycle behind us begins to fade in distance and eventually, I cannot see it anymore,

'Yes!' I recite,

'Good girl.' Rafe muses, as he drives past other cars,

'We are free.' I mutter,

'Good.'

Rafe continues driving, leading us towards the skyscraper, the stars above us ignite, vehicles frantically moving, lanterns shine their artificial light and constructions around us have either beaconing light-beaming through their windows, or complete nothing, murkiness...

I move the purse to another side, making sure that it's solid around me and won't get lost in the breeze...