His enemies

Malia's P.O.V.

"What was that!" The desire that I'm feeling just a few seconds ago suddenly vanished.

It's not an ordinary sound, it's far from when something was dropped.

My attention went to Mr. Marcus' hand, as a red light showed up on his wristwatch.

"Sh*t."

He withdrew his hand from my p*ssy and then fixed himself.

"Hey, what's happening?"

I'm lost!

From the way he acts, he knows something.

"Stay here." He then opens the door and steps outside.

I immediately fix myself and follow him. I don't want to be alone when something strange is happening.

"Wait!" I shouted.

When I was already outside the whole place had become a mess.

"What the hell.." What happened here?

Everything, as in literally, has become a mess. The curtain is on the floor while the carpet looks messy.

F*ck. Isn't this the third floor?

How come something like this happened while I'm having sexual intercourse with Mr. Marcus- wait, where is he?

I swear I followed him as soon as he stepped outside, but why's he not here?

Just as I was about to look for him, a loud bang which I'm confident came from a gun filled the place.

I cover my mouth. F*cking sh*t. Why are they fighting here out of all places?

Is this the end of my life?!

"Hmp!"

I almost had a heart attack when a hand from behind covers my mouth.

F*ck. Is this the end of my life!?

"Didn't I tell you to stay inside that cubicle?!."

This voice! I peek behind me and I'm right, it's Mr. Marcus!

"Mr. Marcus!" My eyes shine at the sight of him.

"Let's go this way!" He pulled me somewhere.

Oh my gosh, I feel so relieved right now. At least I won't die alone. There will be a handsome man beside me when I die.

"Who are they? What's happening downstairs?" I asked, but he didn't answer me.

Mr. Marcus' walking fast but because he has long legs, I have to run to match his steps.

His back was so big but what caught my attention was the gun in his hand.

Did he expect that this would happen?

He could have told me earlier so I won't come here!

When we saw a window, Mr. Marcus pulled me towards it.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

He opens the window and acts as if he's analyzing the trajectory he needed to land safely.

"H-hey!" I shouted. "Why are you looking outside the window?!" Is he planning to jump from here?

We're on the third floor! He stretches his hand on me. I shook my head.

"Nope. I'm not gonna jump." I said, sternly.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Sure" then he proceeded to position himself to jump.

Is he serious?! He'll be dead if he jumps from here!

Multiple loud bangs echo in the hallway.

"Bye."

"Wait!"

His brows raise as he looks at me "I-I'm coming with you. " I said, trembling.

He sighs.

"Come here." He wraps his hand around my waist.

I climb out the window and hug his neck. I wrap my legs around his waist tightly. I could feel his muscled body but I'm too busy praying to pay attention to it.

I didn't bother looking below us, I would faint if I looked at it one more time.

Oh please guide us. As I started praying, a few men spotted us from the stairs.

My eyes widened when I saw them holding a gun.

"It's him! Get him!" They shouted while pointing to the man holding me.

Are they going to shoot us?!

But Mr.Marcus seems like he doesn't care, his attention stays on how he'd jump.

"Ready?" He asks. But before I could even answer him, he already jumped out of the window.

"Ackkk!" My heart was about to leave my body, I hugged him even tighter.

Sh*t. Sh*t.

The air would slap us every time he jumps to something.

Oh please, dear God, I'll be kind, I'll be sweet, I'll be whatever you want, but please don't let me die.

"Open your eyes, princess."

I immediately open my eyes. A couple of eyes welcomed me.

Then, my attention went to where I am.

He must've noticed it.

"You're in my van. Let's go, Bernard." Mr. Marcus lets go of me.

"Yes sir."

The vehicle started moving. It's dark inside and no one's talking which makes the atmosphere creepy.

I sat on his side, still wondering what just happened.

"How did we end up here?" I ask. "Aren't we flying just now?" Oh right! I checked my body, thankfully I didn't have any injuries.

"Maybe because you're too busy praying that you didn't notice." He said.

My jaw dropped.

I did pray, but was it that long?

I roam my eyes around, right, we're in a van. There's a total of six people inside, me, Mr.Marcus, the driver, the one in the shotgun seat, and some at the back.

"Where are we going?"

"My place."

"No way!" I shook my head. I need to go home! My brother's bills need to be paid tonight!

I can't miss it!

"Shut up." He hissed, leaned on the backseat, and closed his eyes.

"I need to go home!" I shouted. I went to the door and faced the driver. "Please stop the car, I'll get out of here."

But no one said anything.

"Hey!" I shook the driver's chair but still, he didn't say anything.

I glance at the one in the shotgun seat, but his eyes are closed.

"Mr.Marcus!" I said, trying to get his attention but just like the others, he stayed still.

"Oh my gosh!" I feel like I'm talking to a stone!

Whatever!

I move to the car door and pull the door handle. I punch it when it's locked. I can't afford to stay here and go with them.

My brother's waiting for me.

"Come on! Let me leave!" You go wherever you want! I don't care! But I need to go to my brother's-

I stopped breathing as a hand groped my nape, Mr. Marcus pulled me so I will face him.

Mr.Marcus from earlier that feels harmless has changed. His eyes are dark, his breathing became heavier. And his hand on my neck was groping it tightly. I couldn't breathe properly.

"I said. Shut. The. F*ck. Up."