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Chapter 2

"Going somewhere?" he questions.

I stare up at his smirk. His face was still expressionless. Like he didnt even care. Like he was used to this. I wondered what he was going to do to me.

He slowly pulls something out of the back of his pants. As he brings the object forward, I realize that it’s a gun. He point the weapon in the direction of my face, and puts his finger on the trigger.

"You're a useless little-" he was cut off by a man running down the stairs.

"Don't shoot her!" he yells. "The boss wants her alive!"

I look up at the speaker. Or may I say my savior. He has brown hair that is a little curly and he has a thick accent. He had a plaid shirt on and his hair pulled back by a bandana. He wore skin tight jeans with brown boots. He was cute. But he still looked dangerous.

"And what happens if I kill her?" Scar face asks.

And yes, I came up with a nickname for him. Until I know his real name I'll call him that. For now, I'm sticking with Scar Face.

But Scarface was staring at me. Like I was just another piece of garbage if the ground. rolling with the wind.

"He'll kill you. He really wants her alive... He thinks she'll be quite useful in our situation." Curly boy says, looking down at me with a smirk.

What do they mean that i'll be quite useful in their situation?

"Get up." Scarface says aggressively.

Damn. No manners?

But I do what im told and rise from the floor. He tightly grips my arm and pushes me forward. Then nudges me with the gun telling me to walk up the stairs. I started to walk, and before I knew it I was on the floor of the building  that I tried to escape from.

I stopped as I entered the exit door I ran from. Now fully taking in my surroundings. Since I didn't get a chance to when I was trying to escape. I was broken out of my trance by the curly haired boy. He lightly pushed me further into the room.

I turned to look at him. The moment we made eye contact he looked away. But soon looked back, flicking his head to the side, indicating me that he wanted me to follow him.

I did so. We walked across the building to a room. The curly haired boy then opened the door.  Inside stood a gray haired, early forties looking guy. Along with some more guys with guns.

Great.

"Glad to see that you're awake," he said. I stared at the man, trying to remember if I recognized him or not. "Now.... Lets get down to business."

What have I gotten myself into?