He ran faster and faster, dragging me like a bag of dirt, his grip on my hand was so strong I felt like my bones were going to dislocate.
The only thing I could do was shout and beg him to let me go—iconic right ? A minute ago I was the one begging him to take me with him, but after hearing what the corps said, I realized he was even a bigger threat.
Gosh! Can everyone stop trying to kill me.
He took a sharp corner and hide behind a wall then turned to me, his eyes were like two dark voids, ready to devour my soul
When he looked at me, his gaze felt like a cold breeze on a winter night
Then out of no where, He grabbed my neck , slamming my body hard against the wall, then brought out my greatest fear, a gun and pointed it directly at my head
I was visibly shaking my body trembling, I muttered some words
"Please don't kill me"
"Why didn't you think of that before clashing with me"he pressed the gun harder over my head
"Am sorry" I was already crying.
"Sorry for your damn fucking self" he said in the coldest tone I have ever heard.Learning closer he warned, his eyes burning with rage.
"Make a single noise and I blow your head off, got it" he said with so much authority, he was not joking.
"Yes. yes. I .do" I stammered.
Using his finger, he tapped his earring, then said, "Cover me" something told me it's going to get bloody
Silent footsteps crunched on the dry leaves scattered on the ground. My head was pounding like a ticking time bomb.He removed the gun from my head and aimed it at the wall ending, the unlucky victim—a cop who had just passed. The officer was directly shot in the neck, twice. l held my scream, but am very much sure he could hear my heart beat, I hope it doesn't count
How was he so fast, firing two bullets in a second?there is no chance that cop could survive that.
Before the others could react, countless bullets from no were shot them, killing them like bunch of chickens. Snipers, I thought.
I couldn't hold it anymore— I screamed. It was the first time I had seen dead bodies and so much blood.
He didn't care. We began to run again, him sprinting like a sprinter and me being dragged like a dirt bag, hitting my legs on different things , tearing and cutting my flesh. We kept on running and ventured deeper in the woods
After much running he finally stopped, I collapsed to the floor, breathing like my life depends on it—well it actually does.
"Lazy thing, get up" he snapped, and began to drag me. My body scraped violently on the rocky grounds. I screamed in excruciating pain and begged him to stop, but he never turned to look at me.
He stopped in front of something, I looked up and discovered it was a helicopter.
Oh no, where are we going? What the hell have I gotten my self into
"Get in" he ordered, his tone flat and direct, I dare not disobey. I pulled myself up by holding onto the door of the helicopter then slowly claimed inside, ignoring the agonizing pain inside me.
He entered easily, as if it were nothing, and shouted,"What the fuck are you waiting for, start the damn thing"
"Yes sir right away" the pilot replied, trembling with fear.
Who is this man?why does everyone fear him?
Is he also going to kill me like he did to those corps? I felt like my heart was at the verge of bursting, all this thoughts were driving me crazy.
As if that wasn't enough, he began to approach me, walking slowly in a manaicing way, every step calculated. I moved backwards, praying to God to save me.I hit my back against the helicopter wall and realized, I had no where else to run.
He got closer to me,bent down, and raised my chin with a finger. He starred at me as if trying to see through me , I suddenly felt my bladder becoming full.His cold black eyes were like sharp piercing knives, diving into my soul and cutting through it.
Without realizing, my mouth began to beg.
"You should have thought about that before pulling my mask off" he answered in a sharp deep tone, that sent series of shockwaves through me.
I began to cry " I am sorry, I didn't know" I sobbed like a little child whose Halloween candy dropped in a gutter. My tears triggered no emotion in him: instead, he hit me by the side of my neck, and everything went dark.
I collapsed to the ground.
Xavier pov:
Gosh, who the hell is this girl? Why did she have to bother me back there and even went as far as removing my mask?If the police had seen my face, my whole game would have been over.Everyone knows me as Xavier Grey—a well renowned and successful CEO,but behind my mask, no one knows me.
But today, this thing here had to just remove my mask,who the fuck is she.
I cursed, ran my fingers through my hair ,and hit the helicopter with my leg. A thought came to my mind ,what if she's a spy? But that's not the bigger issue now. Someone had betrayed me, I am sure of who. The corps have never gotten this close to catching me. I always scheme my plans correctly and flawlessly.
But who could it be? The only people that know my identity behind my mask— a Mafia Don— are my men and other mafias.
Who could it be? I starred at the girl I just knocked out, could she be the one?If she turns out to be the one, I will take pleasure in tearing her flesh apart and go as far as feeding it to vultures