Listen to these songs for the chapter
'Blank Space' by Taylor Swift
'The Big Bang' by rock mafia
'How deep is your love' Calvin Harris & disciples
'Mercy' by Shawn Mendes
'Nervous' by Shawn Mendes
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Leo's POV
"You need to stop and think about what you are doing Leo" My worried mate yells at me.
"There are twenty of them and two of us. Just do as I say" I push him softly backwards with my shoulders, hoping to knock some sense into him.
"But—" I glare at him "Okay" he listens. How do I always end up in these damn situations. Being against murderers and gangsters is not new for me. I was born into this life.
My father is Pheonix Lancaster the most dreaded man in the underworld. He's not just known for being ruthless, he has a craving for bloodlust like a madman. I am his one and only son Leo Lancaster.
I hate my father and all he stands for. Anyone who crosses him must pay, even if it means crossing over to hell. I am his right hand. At least that's how he wants it to be. Born and bred to take over the family business.
That's why I started my own business to get away from him but unfortunately he won't let me go just yet.
Prick.
I'm twenty-three years old. That means I've lived under his hellish reign for over twenty three years of my life. I'm living in a glorified jail, just waiting to get away.
You may wonder then why I stand by him. Being his son means that everyone who was ever hurt by my father now hates me. They are parched and the only satisfaction they'll get is from my blood. So if this life is not going to leave me alone, I might as well stick with him.
You know keep him close for my own benefit.
I've had to fight off opposing mafia since I was a kid. It's made me rather skilled but watching my mother get killed in front of my own two eyes is scarring to say the least. She made me swear to be better than all of this. So far I haven't.
I usually drown out my life in booze and women. I seem to just slip by. I've learned not to care about anyone or anything. It makes living this shit life a whole lot easier. But let's make one thing clear. I never have and I never will take over his 'business'.
"When I distract them you run and alert Cliff" I instruct Gunner.
Cliff is the head of my security and I completely trust him. Though my current situation is a real testament to his ability at keeping me safe, isn't it?
"Ready?" I ask him and he nods.
Here we go.
"Hey shitbags I didn't think you would hit so softly. Do you need some cream for your delicate hands" I yell at the scums sitting far away from us, almost immediately pulling their attention towards me.
They buy into my taunts because soon their cigarette buds were flicked onto the rubbled floor and they were walking towards me pulling out a knife.
Uh-oh wrong move.
"What'd you say pretty boy" the tall one says stabbing me under my hip. My shirt soaks the wetness immediately and I spurt out some blood from my mouth.
Shit wrong plan.
"Like I said you all are a bunch of pansies" I smirk but my voice comes out hoarse and tired. My teeth are rinsed with blood, the taste of iron nauseating my stomach.
The twit having no threshold for insults punches me in the stomach flat out. I spit out even more blood. My throat goes dry and my lungs get breathless. Seeing me get satisfactorily beaten they get cocky and slip up by focusing their attention on each other.
One of them tries to come at me again. Key word 'tries'. Seeing this as an opening I duck his wayward punch and with one swift move I hit my head on his and then kick the other man with my leg.
Gunner escapes and charges at the men with full force and I grab the knife and cut the ties around my hands. Five more men appear in front of me. If I wasn't bashed up and bleeding I would have no problem in kicking their asses. But I gotta make due I guess.
Okay time to nut up or shut up.
I take them all head on. Blowing punches as fast as I can and ducking their lethal shots. I drop them all on the floor almost dropping down myself. I felt all the energy drain out of me just like my blood was starting too.
Grabbing my gun from the floor, I limp out of there. I knew it would be no time before those men would be conscious again. Our only shot of getting out of this in one piece would be if Gunner and I go out separate ways. With him calling for backup while I lead them astray.
Walking out into the open I see a isolated black vehicle standing on the broken cemented ground. The car was unlocked but there were no keys. Leaving me to do the only thing I could. I hot wire the car and drive off.
What? I never said breaking the law wasn't fun.
For about five minutes the road was dead silent, giving me some hope that I may actually get out of this alive.
The road I got onto is surrounded by trees and eerie peacefulness. However, it was shortly interrupted when I see those low-life punks hot on my tail.
It was not long before there were bullets firing all around me causing my windows to crack. I used my own gun to shoot back, causing the cars to slow down but not back up.
Unfortunately for me, one sneaky bullet hit my tire and the car swerved right off the road and into a tree.
You can add a head injury to my list now.
For a second I couldn't move or more like I was afraid to. I could have possibly fractured something. A blasted pain wave was reigning over my body and I felt paralysed.
On hearing them scramble behind me I drag myself out of the car as fast as I can. My whole body was on fire. But the adrenaline mixed in my blood fast and infused radical energy.
Channelling all the strength I could I run deep into the forest. In the dark of night completely blinded. My feet run over goo and slushiness. I would watch where I'm stepping but there is no time. My leg slips on a ravine and I go sliding down.
Typical.
I was feeling whiplashed. I couldn't go on. I just couldn't move. The distant noises behind me were nearing. With intense pain and a grunt I will myself to get up.
I can see some lights at a distance, it's not clear but it's there and right now that's my best shot at surviving. When I get close, a long and tall wall barricades a mansion.
Uh breaking and entering not my first choice.
Seeing no other option I climb over and try to find an entry. There's a balcony which means there's a window. I climb up the vine and fall while landing. Shit my vision. I can't see clearly. What the fuck is happening?
I shimmy the lock and finally push it open with all my strength. "I -ju..just need to rest". I stumble onto something soft. I can't think about anything but how good it feels to just lie down and that's when everything around me goes pitch black.
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Emma's POV
On my bed is a man dressed in a black t-shirt, ripped black jeans and black boots. His forearms are visible and I can see dark ink spread over them disappearing into his sleeves. His dark brown hair is unruly, shuffled and he looks unconscious.
What's worse is I see my sheets are stained with red. Holy shit, that's blood. Why am I feeling so dazed.
I gulp and move closer to the sleeping giant. He's tall, very tall. Over six feet tall and he's lean yet broad. His face looks the total opposite to his clothes. His defined jaw and soft features are a sight to behold.
Stop checking out the stranger lying on your bed!
When I inch in closer to him, I poke his muscled shoulder but he doesn't move, not even a little stir. It's suddenly dead silent and the only thing I can hear is my pounding heart.
When I look closer analysing his body, something flashes.
I lift his shirt and immediately drop it down. 'Okay Don't worry it's only a gun, only a gun!
Oh my god he has a gun, what should I do? Why can't I run away?
"Help...help" I say but my voice comes out in a whisper. 'Okay be cool, think!' I calm myself. I slowly reach out for the gun, coming in contact with his jeans waistband. I have to tug on it a little but I manage to get the gun out.
I hold it on my hands like a disease. Touching it as less as possible. 'What should I do?' I put it in my underwear draw inside my chest.
'So now that he's unarmed, approach him. Don't be a coward'.
"Hey, get up" I shimmy his arm a little but he doesn't move. I move in close and jerk his shoulders but he doesn't move. I move in even closer and literally shake him with all my strength but he doesn't move. All he does is whimper a little.
I leave him be. Contemplating what to do next.
I run downstairs just at the brim to blurt everything out to my guards but when I see them I don't say anything at all. I go to my garden pacing up and down, my anxiety taking over me. As time goes by I calm down and make my way back upstairs.
Maybe he's innocent and just hurt. Maybe he is lost and was being chased by some psychos and needs shelter. Or maybe I'm being extremely dumb and not realising that he is the PSYCHO.
There's only one possible explanation. I'm sleeping, it's just a dream. Wait a minute, how do I know if it's a dream.
I go to my bathroom and splash my face. I look up to see I'm still there wide awake. So it isn't a dream. Ugh this doesn't happen. This is like some movie bullshit. I dab my face with a towel, only to jump up when I hear something break. Glass maybe?
Oh freak. Oh freak. Oh freak.
I walk out and peek into my room. My eyes scanning the area, it looks normal. I take baby steps and move into my room but when I turn to look at my bed, it's completely empty. The only remains is a big red stain on my rich cream sheets.
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A/N
Hello lovelies, let me know your opinions about this chapter.
Emma and Leo's first meeting. Ahhhhh! I'm literally screaming.
I'm open to song recommendations you have and drop some love!
XOXO 💋
M.