Always Down

HADES D'AMIANO

Her muffled words lingered in my mind and despite that I knew this was because of the alcohol running in her system, somewhere it made me wish they were true. I hated how she made me feel things that I shouldn't have felt. For someone who never gave a fuck about what I did, she made me want to change.

Fuck, how could I tell her that her smile made my heart flutter like fucking crazy and race a thousand miles whenever she was close to me, that her voice made me want to stop everything and listen to her stupid rants, the weird songs that she loved were slowly becoming my favorites. How could I tell her that our kiss was never a mistake, to me it was so perfect that I got scared, scared to fuck it over, afraid that she'd take over my mind.

With my palms reaching to hold her face, it surprised me how she leaned into my touch, her eyes closing when my thumbs skimmed her cheeks. Her lips were parted slightly, evoking the soaring longing to kiss her. Just when my lips scraped against hers, sharp gunshots pierced the air, forcing me to quickly stand away.

Looking down at her confusion filled eyes, I drew her behind me. I swept an eye round the area, my gun primed and the deafening cries of the mob blotting the sound of the gunfire. A peculiar tattoo on one of the shooter's wrist caught my attention and a stream of violent curses rushed out of my mouth before I grasped her wrist and hurried towards the backdoor. Once we approached my car, I opened the passenger side door, beckoning for her to get inside. Her hands placed on her hips, she stood there and gave me one of her disinterested expression.

I rolled my eyes and tucked the gun into the waistline of my pants. "Get in the car."

She rolled her eyes back, narrowing them deeper to intimidate me. I bit back a smile and kept a void look to get my way done. "Excuse me, you don't get to boss me around. Okay technically, you maybe the boss but I have free will."

I held her forearm, bringing her closer. "This isn't the right time Mia, get in the damn car."

She shook her head. "No, not like this gandalf. Try again, this time with more love."

I sighed at the fucking name, my attention involuntarily darting over her shoulder to see three sports cars heading towards us, their heavy engines reverberating, drawing the attention of the troop. A sprawl of bullets sprayed in the distance, driving me to drag her in front of me, shielding her.

I stared down at her bewildered pout, struggling to resist the temptation to kiss her mouth again. "Love, please get in the car before you're hurt or worst, you fucking kill us all."

She exhaled out a tiny gasp. "Are we about to be assassinated? You should've told me sooner. Now if I die, this will be all your fault."

"The fuck it is." I frowned, closing the door when she got in and scurried to get into the driver's seat.

She furrowed her brows, arms crossed. "What was that?"

"I didn't say anything."

I trawled through the dashboard, looking for the bluetooth earpieces and with them in hand, I slipped on one earpiece, moving over to help her put the other one. She stared down at me with a frown, then let out a tiny laugh when my fingertips brushed over her earlobe. 

I floored my black ssc Tuatara out of the sideway, steering it right towards a narrow alleyway and then with a right precise swerve, I straightened the car onto the freeway. I tilted my head sideways to see a black bugatti chiron and a grey ssc Aero, one on the either side of mine. With one quick glance to the rear view mirror, I noticed a black Hennessey following closely right behind.