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"Who are they?" I asked Sarah as the bikers got closer. 

"Bad news," she whispers, she looked at Tyler and James, who was already walking towards us in a hurry. 

"Get in the car," she warns. I almost did, but when I saw the look of fright in her eye I didn't move. 

I felt hands around my naked waist, I knew it was Tyler. He pulls me tightly against his chest, I could feel the heat coming from his body. 

"Get in your car and drive off. Don't say a word" he whispers into my ear. 

"Why?" why did they want me to leave? 

"Just fucking do it Bella!" he says angrily pushing me forward, I bumped into another hard chest. But this time I could smell cheap beer and sweat. I look up and saw a tattooed face with a nose ring. Taking a step back slowly when he showed me his yellow teeth. 
"Well, aren't you a pretty thing!" He laughs out, the others agreeing with him. 
"What's a pretty thing like you doing here?" I didn't reply, I didn't like the way they were watching me.
I felt Tyler's hard hands on my shoulder, his grip was hard enough to make me wince. He pulled me up against his chest as if trying to shield me away. I look around the now deserted desert, everyone seems to have disappeared. It was just James, Jada, Sarah, Nelson and Tyler. They were all standing next to us.
"Boy! We've been looking for you" they yelled at Tyler. He didn't look affected by them, in fact, I think they knew each other. Why would Tyler be hanging out with guys like this? 
"I see you got your self a new pretty bird" one chuckles pointing at Tyler's arm that was around my waist. 
"What are you doing here Stone" he growls at the guy that just spoke. 
"It seems you've forgotten you owe us money" the guy name Stone growls at Tyler. Does he owe their money? Why? 
"We made a deal, you said on the 7th" Tyler say, today was the 5th. 
"Well, you see our boss change his mind" Stone laughs casually. 
"I don't have that kind of money on me Stone" Tyler was breathing hard now. I knew something bad was about to happen, I just wasn't sure what. 
"Then we have a problem boy," Stone pulls out a gun and point it directly at me. I freeze tears forming in my eyes, I stare at the gun, not moving. I held Tyler's hands tighter, trying my best not to move. 

"She's got nothing to do with this" Tyler steps forward blocking me from the gun. I felt him reaching behind his back slowly. 

"Your gonna have to pay Son and that one looks like she's worth 50 grand" 

He owns them 50 thousand dollars! I wanted to yell. How did that happen? Doesn't he know people like this can kill you for that?  

"Come back on the 7th and you will have your money" James steps forward. Oh god, this boys looked like they did this daily. What the hell was I doing here, I should be with my friends getting wasted not stuck in the middle of what looked like a gang War. 

"Just give us the girl and will be on our merry way" 

"Not gonna happened," before I could blink Tyler pulled out a gun from his back making my eye wide. 

HE HAD A FUCKING GUN!!
Oh my god, this is not going to be good. Does he carry that with him all the time? If he does how comes I've never felt it. 

"Be a smart boy, there are three of you and six of us. If you give us the girl will let you keep the other two" Stone says referring to Sarah and Jada. 

"We just want one!" another biker yells making me jump. 

"None of them are going with you" Tyler stood his ground, pointing his gun directly at Stone. 

"Fine," Stone spat on the floor and the other men behind him pulled out their guns some had long knives instead. 

"James gets Bella out of here," Tyler whispers deadly not taking his eyes off Stone. 


Bella Thomson, the queen bee. This was her senior year, she already planned everything-homecoming queen, Harvard. 

Tyler Carter isn't like every other typical 18 years old. Living in the wrong neighbourhood all his life and after losing his mother age of 15, never knowing who his dad was. He is known as the best fighter on the north side.

Table of all the things we lost

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Volume 1 :Part 1

Volume 2 :Part 2