Chapter 30: Chapter 30

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"Go deeper inside until you hit the spot."

Ian snorted and I bit my lip in attempt to control my laughter. Oh yes, apparently minds works in a ridiculously dirty way when bored. Mr. Unfamiliar slapped Ian's back as a warning and I pressed my lips together fighting the bubbling laughter.

"Make sure they reach there. No more drama. I'll call the others." Mr. Unfamiliar said to Alan and walked off.

As soon as he disappeared round the corner, Ian and I burst into laughter.

"Go deeper inside." Ian repeated walking ahead. "We are all going deeper inside, it's so huge."

I laughed even more, clutching my stomach. "Shut up Ian and find the spot."

"Go right." Alan said from behind us and I detected masked laughter. I didn't turn around knowing he wouldn't want me to notice it. Why was he here? Why was he doing this?

Instead I grabbed a guffawing Ian's hand pulled him and making a right turn. We soon reached an open space behind a wooden door, there were a few chairs and one big throne like seat. Royal blue in color with huge armrests. I blinked at that, what was this, the Queen Victoria era?

Three hefty men with long guns in their hands stood behind the big seat. Their faces static, void of any emotion. The room was filled in dim light but brighter than the room I was tied in.

A scene right from 80s movie. A place where you could get killed and never be found because your body would be thrown over a cliff or buried alive.

I shuddered at the thought. "This is the spot?" My eyes scanned the various paintings hanging on the wall. A naked girl hiding behind a tree, two women and one man on the bed, a naked girl with hands around her private parts, a smiling king surrounded by pretty women. Nothing spiritual or any landscapes. Just naked women and lusty men. How predictable.

"Yup." Ian answered, nodding his head in greeting to the three bodyguards.

I grabbed a chair and made myself comfortable on it. The right hefty man stepped ahead, his gun pointed at me but Alan stopped him.

"Meeting." Was the only word he said and the hefty man nodded, returning to his place.

"Wow they are like tamed dogs." I snorted, unable to hold that comment. Their eyes darkened but all three stayed quiet. Ian let out a strangled laugh and instantly cleared his throat. "Shut up Joanna." He ordered trying to sound strict and gangster-like but failing miserably. His failed attempt only made me laugh more.

I drummed my fingers on the chair, looking around for a way to escape. There was only one way the same one that we entered from and something told me that if I even moved an inch near the door, the three trained dogs wouldn't think twice before shooting me in the head. I stopped when I heard footsteps. Figures came into the room in my sight. Four I mentally counted. First to enter was Mr. Unfamiliar, closely followed my Scar-face or Morgan, then Riyaz and finally Blacky. I almost waved at them cheekily. I scowled at Morgan still not forgiving him for hitting Bryan, bloody jackass.

"Stand up." Mr. Unfamiliar ordered, gazing at me.

I scowled at him. I wasn't running away because there seemed to no other escape but then I heard the unmistakable sound of footfalls. Looks like the leader is coming. Reluctantly I got up and stuck out my tongue at him. Immature, I know.

The apparent leader came in sight and took the support of the chair so I wouldn't faint. "Anastasia!" I whispered in complete horror.

She glanced at me and gave an evil smirk, her eyes twinkling with something send a shiver down my spine and it wasn't a good kind. "Look who's here!" She stepped gracefully on the step that led to the throne and sat on it. Her arms resting on the armrests. She looked like a queen, a vile, vicious queen a.k.a a bloody fucking bitch!

"What a pleasure to meet you again." She sighed haughtily, still looking at me.

I gave a dirty look. "I wish I could say the same."

She gave a straight smile and snapped her fingers. Immediately Alan and Mr. Unfamiliar were besides me on both sides.

"Nice. Like I could run away with those three fat dogs pointing their guns at me." I nodded at the hefty body builders.

She smiled sweetly, way too sweetly. "I don't take risks."

I couldn't help but mutter 'scaredy-cat'

She snarled like a cat but wisely kept quiet. My patience was walking on a thin thread and it was going to trip and fall anytime soon. And then everyone was going to regret touching me and my boyfriend.

Patience has never been my best friend.

"So how was your stay here?" she asked, grinning widely.

"Oh fantastic!" I clapped my hands sarcastically. "It's like I am staying in a 5 star hotel with nothing but stupid people surrounding me."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "I don't take well to insults."

"Oh, it's wonderful how you instantly assumed you are the stupid I was talking about. But that's okay." I waved her off kindly. "Everyone has the right to be stupid, you just abuse the privilege."

She snarled and Mr. Unfamiliar touched my shoulder to stop me from saying further.

She flipped her hair. "I heard you set her free her, Ian." She didn't even look at Ian, instead she was busy staring at her long red painted nails with white design on it. How the fuck did she get time to do nail art? Maybe she could teach me, on second thoughts, hell no!

"No." Ian shook his head. "I slept."

"So she freed herself?"

Ian nodded.

"Wasn't she tightly tied?" Her face finally facing us.

Ian shrugged. "Morgan had tied her."

Anastasia turned to Morgan who took a step back in terror. "I -uh tied her prop-properly." He stammered in panic.

I rolled my eyes. Why were they so afraid of this pesky little thing?

"You did? They how the fuck did she free herself?" Anastasia leaned ahead, her voice boomed making us all stagger back. Her eyes were deadly still and huge, her red lips set in a straight line, her nose flaring and her hands rested on the armchairs clutching the sides tightly. Her stance taut and commanding. She seemed seconds away from killing someone.

Oh now I know why everyone's so scared of her because she behaved like a Megatron, hating everyone.

I cleared my throat, I was the only one who was not almost pissing in the pants. "I thought you left the gang."

Anastasia turned to me. "I did. But when I came to know that Ace no longer wants me back so I came back into the gang. No one knew about it except the main leaders. When Ace informed the police about our shipment I was fortunately unwell and safe at home. Morgan, Riyaz, Josh and Alan managed to escape too." She smirked wickedly. "In fact Alan was with you that time."

I almost broke her perfectly painted nails.

"I couldn't believe Ace would do such a thing, betray us." She continued, not fazed by my anger. "We had given him life and then he cheated us. But I loved him so I was ready to forgive him for what all he did. So I met him. Instead of falling into my arms he threatened me. He said if I didn't tell where every member was he would call the police on me. He betrayed our love." Her voice rising at 'our love'.

I felt pity for Ace for loving such a certified bitch. She practically lives in a dreamland where Bryan loves her. Ha, at least he's upgraded to the topmost level!

"I knew he would call the police so I told him to wait for a few days. By then I gathered these four gang members, my bodyguards and some new people who had just started. I knew if you joined this gang even Ace would too, you know to protect you and shit. He is good at this stuff and the gang would soon reach its heights. This gang gave me life, it will not end. Never." She vowed fiercely.

"That's dumb." I snorted and immediately shook my head at her death glare. "Not your fierce loyalty to this dumb gang but the fact that you think I would join this. Now if this was some charity club I would think about it but it's about drugs and killing so no thanks. I would prefer to take my leave. Have a great life ahead with your dogs. Tada bitches." I waved and turned to the door but Mr. Unfamiliar stopped me. "Not so fast."

I sighed looking at him, I was kind of looking forward to my exit after 'Tada bitches'. "Aww c'mon. I just need some fresh air."

"If you don't join, you die. Ace would join again after your death, you know under depression and Dylan and Max too, probably Sean as well. Oh wonderful! Your death is the solution to all." Anastasia said happily like she had just solved the toughest math question ever.

I stared at her blankly, wondering which mental institute was the nearest. "Killing me will only result in Bryan getting extremely pissed off and killing you along with your dogs." I stated flatly.

"Oh no! Bryan still loves me."

I rolled my eyes at her idiocy as I sighed dramatically. "Bryan loved you, loved. Do I spell it now? Fine. L-O-V-E-D. And that also the Anastasia who was nice and ready to leave the dumb gang not the Anastasia who is crazy and ready to kill to promote the gang. Jeez use some sense or are you on drugs?"

Her eyes flared and she stood up. "You just asked for your own death Joanna Williams." She thundered, her hand going back and coming out with a gun, pointing straight at me.

My eyes darted in terror to Ian who was looking at Anastasia with similar horror, completely helpless. The realization that I could be dying soon finally sunk in. My lips quivered and my heart beat went into frenzy. Holy mother of roasted marshmallows, I would never be able to eat them again.

Suddenly my whole life scanned in front of me. The sleepovers with Janice and Brittany, ganging up on Logan and Alan, trying to make cookies which would always ended in a food fight. Late night chats and then sleeping until noon. Going to malls and trying on dresses to make ourselves feel good. Pillow fights with my brothers. Kian always blaming me for things and getting away with it. Dad swinging me on the swings as the wind caressed my face. Mom scarifying her sleep when we were unwell. Connor never approving of any guy I was friends with. Mrs. Finn ordering me to tutor Ace. Our kisses, our fights, our sarcastic comments and arguments over little things. Max and Dylan always fighting over Pretty Little Liars and Supernatural. Ace's romantic proposal. Our dates.

In that moment I suddenly realized I had a lot to do. I had to tell my mother thanks for protecting me the nine months and then loving me despite my innumerable faults. I had to tell my dad thanks for trying his best and succeeding in being an awesome dad. Well almost. I had to slap Connor for not telling about June sooner. I had to go to Kian's grave and remind him I still loved and missed him.

I had to hug Janice and Brittany for being with me even in the craziest times, I wouldn't trade them for a million dollars. Well a million dollars is a lot, I might think about it. I had to tell Logan to forget Marie and concentrate on his non-existent future. I had to slap Alan for betraying me and asking why he did it. I had to make Dylan and Janice fall in love. I had to make sure Max wouldn't hurt Brittany again. And most importantly I had to tell Bryan that I loved him, with my whole heart, the veins, arteries, the boobs, the butt, everything.

It's funny how the closer you are to death the more your to-do list increases.

That moment I realized, you never know what happens in future so grab the opportunity and hold on to it tight. I had so many opportunities to tell the people I love what I love about them but I never did, leaving it for later. But later never comes. The people never know that you loved them or what you loved about them. You never know what you have until you watch it go.

We don't fear death, we fear the absence of life.

I wanted to shout out to the world that I loved Bryan. His anger, his scowl, the way he let out a frustrated breath every time I said something stupid, the way he kissed me making my toes curl, his possessive nature, the ways his eyes turned to sweet brown chocolate when he was happy and to dark chocolate when he was angry and how those hazel specks turned brown when he was aroused. I loved the way I felt secure and safe in his arms. I loved the fact that I showed him his path. I loved that he had indirectly proposed me for marriage. I loved how his cheeks turned pinkish when someone mentioned him and me in a sexual way. I loved everything about him. Period. And I wanted to yell it out to him so he would say it back and we would kiss passionately with Mufasa and Kian grinning from heaven.

He was like junk food for me, unhealthy but necessary and so damn addictive.

The sound of Anastasia's gun broke my daze. It was pointed at me and I felt a pang in my chest. I love you all. I thought desperately hoping the message would reach their hearts.

It's in times like this, you realize a person's worth. So don't be afraid to express your love.

"Not so fast." My head snapped to the voice who was holding a gun, pointing at Anastasia.

Alan fucking McCarthy.

There were shocked gasps, the biggest one coming from me.

Suddenly we heard footsteps outside and the door burst open. Stumbling inside came Bryan, Dylan, Max, Logan and Connor all armed with guns or long poles. Everyone looked at each other in shock and surprise. Swallowing the whole situation.

And then hell broke loose.