Chapter TWO

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Chaos
Lionel's POV

"I had the gun pointed at her, and it was obvious she was scared out of her wits. I knew she'd freak the moment she laid eyes on me with that gun.

She'd been brushing off my warnings about the Russians. I wished I could say I was bluffing, but I wasn't. Those guys really wanted see he , and, well, so did I.

But that's not the main point here.

Just as she was about to lower her own gun, out of the blue, some random guy popped up, aiming his gun at her. Without thinking, I raised my gun and took him down. Luckily, Elaina hit the ground.

"What the hell, Lionel!" She was furious.

"I was trying to save you, just so you know!"

"Who the heck was that, anyway?" she asked.

"Honestly, I've got no clue. But what I do know is they're after you. I had this gut feeling someone would come gunning for you sooner or later."

Elaina's POV

"This dude actually tried to shoot me! I mean, he did save my butt from that other guy who wanted me six feet under, but seriously, he had murder on his mind.

"What do you mean people are after me?" I stuttered, fear creeping in like a chill down my spine.

"Ever since you bumped into those Russians, they've been itching to get to know you better. But I flat-out said no," I chuckled, "since when do you not want to show me off?"

"So, you're telling me that 'cause you turned them down, there's now a target on my back?" I couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, and now we've got to haul ass back to the compound," he urged. It was pretty clear he still had a soft spot for me.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Fine.""But give me the gun this time" he looked back at me as he got closer to me "Ugh fine"

"Good girl," he said, smirking. Oh, no way! He did not just smirk at me. I swear, some men these days are just ugh. We climbed into this fancy Ford Mustang, and damn, I forgot how loaded this guy is. It got pretty quiet, until I finally mustered the courage to ask, "Hey, can I ask you something?" My voice was shaky, worried he might get mad or something.

"What is it, Tesoro?" (darling) I swear, what's with all these nicknames? Not that I'm a fan, but come on, he did kidnap me. "What do you do for a living?"

"Tesoro, if I tell you, you won't believe me, or you'll be even more scared of me than you already are," he replied.

"Just tell me. I can handle it. I've been through worse, anyway." He sighed, "I'm in the mafia, love." You've got to be kidding me. He's joking, right?

"You're in the mafia?"

"Yes, I am."

No.

"But you clearly don't believe me" Honestly, I didn't know whether to believe him or not. I mean, come on, mafia? But then again, all those movies and TV shows about rich gangsters made me think twice. They're loaded, do shady stuff, have bodyguards, and live in huge mansions. To get that rich, you've gotta be into some wild business. I used to think mafias were just stuff from the movies, but now I wasn't so sure. I was kinda scared, but it was still Lionel, right? What could go wrong?

"I guess I do believe you. But why haven't you, you know, killed me yet?"

"You're special, Elaina." Special to him? "Why's that?"

"No more questions. We're almost there."

"Wait, what about my classmates?"

"Let's just say they won't be attending any more classes."

"You mean you killed them, right?"

"Wow, you catch on quick."

"Why did you do it?"

"They'd have called the cops as soon as we left, and that would've messed up my gig and put my crew in jeopardy."

Yeah, I could see the logic. But did he really have to go that far? Thankfully, my best friend wasn't in that class; she was somewhere else. I just hoped she was okay.

We finally pulled up to his place, and damn, I'd never seen a house this massive from the outside.

Hope you guys liked this part. Make sure you read the book. I would really appreciate that. And also the Spanish words I will be using are from me. Since I know Spanish. This is not edited.

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