Chapter 13
A/N: hah! bonus! but still a little short... sorry.. i was gonna update earlier today, but Booksie kept messing it up :/ anyways... hope you like it? Play the song half way through :)
Scarlett’s POV
If I was the mafia girl, I might as well act like one! Turning to Adam, I told him to get off and watched as he scampered away quickly. Jumping off my bike, I walked towards the dark alley and ignored the warning my conscience was whispering in my head. “Hey pretty face, what’s a gurl like ya doin’ here?” An old man asked. I studied him closely, sizing him down. I could take him, I thought to myself. His jacket hanged loose on his body, his dark jeans were ripped and he had scars right across his face. Scary…
“Don’t you mess with me old man!” I said, sneering at his clothes. Everything in my head and body told me to turn away, but Istood my ground. I could hear the blood pounding in my head as he took a step towards me and grinned. The next thing I knew, I was surrounded by his gang. Damn it, I’m screwed! Looking for an escape route, they began to close in my, bat and knives in hand. In a rush, the adrenaline left my body, making my legs go weak with fear and drop onto the floor. Tears had begun to run down my cheeks and I blacked out from fear.
“Touch her and you die!” I heard a familiar voice yell out. I forced open my unconsciously closed eyes and saw a blur as blood spattered on the walls. The next thing I knew, a shot rang out and echoed in the alley and the old man was dead. Holding back my vomit, I curled up into a ball and cried silently to myself. Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me. I chanted to myself. The moment a pair ofarms wrapped around me, I couldn’t help but tense up. Killer… He’s a killer… a tiny voice whispered in my head. I pushed that tiny voice away; finally too tired to care, I relaxed into these comfortable, warm, arms. It’s him…My body could feel it. It’s the guy from that night! Slowly, I lost consciousness and snuggled into his body. Safe… Safe at last.
Xavier’s POV
The moment she snuggled into my arms, I felt relieved. She wasn’t scared of me! My mind screamed at me, doing a little happy dance as my stomach summersaulted. Picking her up gingerly, I didn’t dare blink, as if she might disappear if I did. My heart pounding rapidly, I quickly walked away from the alley, knowing trouble will follow if we didn’t leave now. Leave the dead body for the old man’s gang to clean up, they wouldn’t risk getting caught. Deciding whether to send her home on the sport bike, or walk; I hesitated for a moment, and step by step, I carried her bridal style, home.
------------------------------------------------------
I snuck into her house, and walked into her room. Gently placing her on her bed, I was about to leave when I felt her hand on mine. “Don’t leave.” Tugging my hand, she didn't let go until I lied down next to her. Snuggling into my body, I heard her sigh as she lost consciousness once again. I couldn't help but smile in content as I closed my eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
.jpg)
.jpg)
Xavier's
.jpg)
.jpg)
Scarlett's
Which one do you like better? Scarlett's or Xavier's?
Do you still hate him or love him?
----Comment, like, or fan! Thanks :)-----
Corny Joke of the Chapter (kind of perverted)
A man eating in a diner drops his spoon, and the waiter takes one out of his front pocket and gave it to him. As he resumed eating, he noticed a string hanging out of the waiter's pants. Curious, he asked "What's the string for?"
And the waiter replied "oh, its for sanitary reasons. If we have to pee, we just pull it out. Our hands won't get dirty."
Nodding, the man then asked another question, "then how do you put it back then?"
Smiling, the waiter replied "with the spoon of course"
| 
Email this Novel
| 
Add to reading list
