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You know how to drive right?" he suddenly asked me waiting for an answer, but continued anyway, "Doesn't matter. Take the wheel."

"What?"

Before he even answered he scrolled down his window, grabbed a handgun from his kit, lunging himself halfway outside to aim at the chasers. Without another moment to spear, I unbuckled my seatbelt and scooted over to the driver's seat taking full control over the vehicle.

"Keep driving!" I heard him shout to me as he hit his hand on the top of the car as a signal to me, "And don't turn back for me."

Gunshots aimed at us as I continued to drive faster and faster. James climbed out of the car completely, and I could hear his footsteps on the roof of the car while the sound of gunshots obstructed my hearing. From the rearview mirror, I noted James, jump onto one of the cars and kick the driver out. I was honestly amused. He's such a badass. This random twat driver suddenly appeared in front of me, causing me to take a sharp turn while he aimed a gun at me but was shot by James before he could have pulled the trigger. In the back, I heard a loud crash and noticed that the car James was in slammed into another. Panicking, I stopped the car.

"Oh my god." I breathed.

Before I could have panicked even further I heard my door unlock and felt a sudden tug on my arm, dragging me out of the car. One of the men pinned me against the car and gripped onto my hair, while I attempted to punch him, but he just laughed at my futile attempt.

"Oh give me a break!" I hissed through gritted

teeth and kick him in his valley.

Taking that as a time free, I tried to head back to the car where another one pulled me back out and threw me forcefully to the ground where he suddenly pulled out a gun and aimed it at me. Before I could have even reacted, he

was punched from the back and kicked to the ground. James stood behind me in a much calmer manner and looked at me worriedly.

"Are you hurt?" he asked as he offered his hand towards me. Gladly, taking it, he guided me up and steadied

me.

"I'm fine." I forced a smile.

Within a second, James suddenly shot a person behind me who was going to attack. It was the same man who had pulled me out of the car.

"Who are they?" I frowned.

James walked up to the man and knelt beside him, looking intently at his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, noticing his confusion.

"These aren't Sinister's men."

My heart leaped out of my chest and not in a good way if that was even a good thing to begin with. What? If these weren't Sinister's men, then who were they? And why were they after us?

"Vincelli's, I think."

Before I could have said another word, I heard a thud coming from inside one of the crashed cars.

"There's someone inside." I frowned as I looked towards the car.

James aimed his gun as the door of the vehicle forcefully opened. Someone stuck their feet out and suddenly lunged themselves out of the car, hitting his face on the ground. As we looked closer, we noticed that the man's hands had been tied together. His mid-long dirty blonde hair contrasted with the sparkle of his light blue eyes. He had such a grungy yet interesting look with his soiled face and facial hair, especially his mustache. He wore dark blue jeans and a white broad striped shirt which was rolled until his elbow, not to mention his brown belt of course, and green sneakers.

Turning to us while still on the ground, he chuckled and raised his tied hands with a laugh, "If it ain't little ole' Jamie. Haven't seen you around in a while."

James lowered his gun and gave an almost relieved sigh. "Untie him." He instructed me as he moved to inspect the car. He knew him.

As I went towards the man and knelt on the ground, I tried to undo the rope while he smiled at me in such an odd manner.

"Grab a knife, sweet peach. This is big boy stuff."

As I ran back to the car and got a small knife, he pushed himself into a sitting position and spread his legs wide apart while hanging his tied hands casually on his knee for support. Attempting again to untie him, I noticed that he probably was around the same age as James. Maybe two or three years older.

"And who might you be?" he suddenly asked me as I almost finished cutting the rope. Looking up at him, he seemed genuinely curious.

"Becky, James' friend."

He laughed at that, "Jamie ain't got no friends like that. At least without reason. Well|-" He stopped and rolled his eyes, "That's excluding rainbow girl back in Romania."

"Violet," James suddenly corrected, "Her name is Violet."

When the man spoke, I couldn't help but get a hint of a Southern accent mixed with a little hippie.

"Becky, this is Moville." James interjected, "Hades' son."

"Please sweetie," he smiled cheekily as he rubbed his now free wrists and stood, "Call me Moe." He placed his hand out towards me to help me up which I nonchalantly took. Within that second, he stapled me together with him and chuckled, "Naive pretty little shit. You should learn to be a little cautious of whom you trust."

"Trust me," I shrugged, "I'm facing the Consequences.

"Let her be, Moe."

"Let me keep her, Jamie. She looks so adorable." He laughed, "Like a fish."

"You know what else is adorable?" I answered angrily, *If I stick a fork up your-" And with that, I punched him in the face, allowing him to release me, "-Prick."

"Okay," James began as Moe rubbed his face and swore under his breath, "We should leave. They're no telling if those men would come back. Besides, Moe and I have a lot of catching up to do."

"I'm riding shotgun." He grinned, and he pulled out this long gun from the back seat of one of the cars, "Haven't played with one of these babies since few weeks."

"Weeks?" I arched an eyebrow.

"Worst few days of my life, Piranha." He answered back.

"Why are you here?" James spoke up, breaking the silence, while I sat quietly in the back seat of the vehicle as we headed to our destination.

"Daddy issues back home," Moe scoffed.

"Your father's acceptance of you never seemed to bother you before."

He turned to James with a disapproving look and pointed to his chest, "Your words stab me in the heart."

"On the left." I interrupted grabbing his attention, *Your heart's more to the left."

"More to the left she said." I heard him mock me childishly as he turned back to the front.

"How long do we have again, James?" I asked anxiously.

"Not long about an hour."

"Okay," Moe exhaled, "Why were they after you two? I mean that shit you did on top of those cars Jamie was pretty wicked. Then Teletubbies over there almost got her ass knocked out. What business she got with Vincelli?"

James looked at me through the rearview mirror, You can trust him, Becky, he could help you along the way."

Looking at Moville, he arched an eyebrow at me, "Well go on cuppie cake, I'm dying to know."

"Sinister Salva-"

But before I could finish he cut me off, "Oh dear lord in the name of all that is good, let the angels descend upon earth to help your poor soul-"

"Moe," James warned.

"Is this bitch stupid?" Turning to me, he asked, "Are you stupid?"

I did not get involved with him by choice," I hissed back, "My only intention was and is finding my brother." Within that second, James' phone rang. He seemed aloof as he disconnected the call.

"What's wrong?"

"Martha," he breathed as he stopped the vehicle, "Something's not right back there."

"What do you mean? Is she in trouble? James, we have to go back." I frowned worriedly.

*I can't risk taking you back there. You'll have to go on without me Becky. Moe would drive you to the hotel,"

"Me?"

James ignored his question and looked at me with a forceful smile, *You're safe Becky, please trust me, once you get to the hotel things will be better. I just can't live with myself if anything happened to Marc's son. I promise you I'll come back. Just trust me please."

With a sad smile, I nodded, *Be safe."

James took out the address and gave it to Moe who frowned looking at it, "Do I have to?"

"Get her there safely."