Gangs of The Town.

Chapter 1.

"BOSS! We got word about-"The tall slinky guy cuts himself short after noticing me in his 'Bosses' arms. Forcefully being carried bridal style.

"well, well, what do we have here? One of your new play things, Marcel?"

He scoffs and walks past the slinky guy, shaking his head. "Nope, that's all boss." He plops himself down on the couch, his feet slamming on the coffee table, making me jump.

Play toy? I'm nobody's play toy! "Excuse me, but I'm right here, and I'm nobody's play toy, and could you please put me down, i can walk!" I narrow my eyes up at him. he just smiles at me.

"She's a feisty one, isn't she? does she not know who you are, Boss?" he winks at me, grinning brightly, making me roll my eyes. "She need's some taming, give her to me, ill break her."

I legit grabbed the Boss guys shirt, pulling myself against him, not even thinking on what i was doing. I just knew for a fact i did NOT want to be with that guy, alone!

"Now stop it, Samson, You're scaring her." He tightens his grip on me, pulling me against his chest more.

"besides, who say's i won't be the one taming her?" He looks down at me smirking, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Oh come on Boss, it's nice to share. sharing is caring." Samson reaches for me, but the boss backs away.

"You know i don't care, so that said, I'm not sharing. I'm taking her to my room, And when i get back you can tell me about what you got word about." he turned around and headed up the steps not giving Samson time to reply.

still carrying me....

like my legs are broken...

"seriously?? can't you at least let me walk up the steps. I'm not broken." he looks down at me before reaching the top of the steps, letting me down gently.

"thank you." i flatten my shirt down rolling my eyes. I then pull a few strands of hair behind my ear, letting out a huge sigh.

"It's not going to be that bad, you little minx, just relax." he puts his hand on my lower back to usher me forward, making me gasp.

A chuckle escapes his lips. "So jumpy. I'm not going to hurt or kill you, i would have at the diner if it were my intentions." He stops at a door, turning the handle. "But that said, don't be stupid and try to run. i have security all through this house, and outside. They wont hesitate to hurt you, or maybe even kill you. Your best bet, stay with me, and stay close to me." He pushes me in the room, coming in after me, closing and locking the door behind him.

"You said you wasn't going to hurt me!" I back away from him slowly as he turns around and walks towards me. I might as well say my last words. Because Its bye bye Emily.

He tilts his head at me, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. seemingly satisfied at my reaction to him.

"Why are you acting like I'm about to pounce on you?" He closes the distance between us, my back hitting the wall lightly. "I told you, i would have done it at the diner, didn't i? I Vance, do not lie."

oh so he DOES have a name. Still doesn't give him reason to be in my personal space.

"C..can you maybe back away a bit, you're a bit close." my eyes lower, as he hovers over me, his hand coming to slap the side of the wall, making me jump a bit.

"You're vibrating." He lets out a small laugh, placing his other hand on the wall. "Look at me, Emily."

i hesitate, looking up to meet his big blue eyes. "W...what?"

"That's better. Didn't anyone ever tell you its nice to make eye contact with someone when you're speaking to them?" He keeps his eyes locked on me.

"N...not in these circumstances." I try to look anywhere but at him when i say that.

He moves a hand from the wall, grabbing my chin and pulling it up, a hint of humor in his eyes." Oh please, do tell what these 'Circumstances are."

His hand is still on my chin....

I should be trying to escape from under him...

BUT i can't..

Not because he's like over 6ft and I'm 5ft. But because I'm burning from where he's touching me. I know, sounds f*****g crazy right? But he's actually being gentle with me. He could be an asshole and man handle me...drag me around like a rag doll or something, But no, hes actually being gentle.

"Not gonna speak?" He tilts his head once more before removing his hand from my chin, and his other from the wall. "This is your room, ill have Reese bring you some fresh clothes up." He points to a door. "That's the bathroom. Use it if you want."

Wait...so this isn't his room?

The real question is...

Who the f**k is Reese????

"Um." i bring my hands to the hem of my shirt, tugging it lightly. "I thought you were gonna take me to your room?"

wait that sounded so wrong. now hes gonna think I'm asking him to take me to bed! stupid, stupid Emily! should have kept your dang mouth shut. I'm face palming myself in my mind right now.

Cut out of my stupid thoughts i hear a chuckle coming from him. He brings a finger to his eyebrow, scratching it. "I'm not that desperate to where i have to just take from a scared female." And on that note he walks to the door opening it.

My face reddens. And for what reason? i don't know. this guy literally kidnapped me!

I clear my throat. "I... Didn't mean it like that. "

he turns his head to meet my eyes. "Maybe you should be careful on what you say and try to word yourself differently. If i were Samson or Marcel, I would have assumed you actually wanted to go to my room to join me." He walks out not saying any more.

leaving me there...

looking dumbfounded...

Jesus Christ... I'm such an i***t. How the hell am i going to get out of this mess.

i stalk towards the bathroom slowly, opening the door. "Holy hell, this bathroom is bigger than my damn kitchen and living room combined." i look around amazed. my mouth agape as my hand is still plastered on the door.

I move my hand to close the door, making sure i lock it behind me.

Well, he said i could use the bathroom if i want. He didn't say i couldn't bathe- and plus he said someone was bringing me clothes. and that damn bath looks very tempting right about now, with the day i just freaking had.