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[Story] His Bartender – Part 9

I Love you Mom

I felt Christopher stir in his sleep, I looked down at his closed eyelids and ran my fingers through his hair.

“Morning” he murmured grabbing my even closer to him.

“Morning, I see you’re having a good sleep.”

He chuckled kissing my neck, “You have no idea.” He leaned back a little bit on his back and placed my head against his naked chest.

“What?”

He smiled, “Tom is a great man, the best gang leader anyone would want. He knows what he’s doing and what needs to be done before bad stuff starts happening. He was my fathers best friend, he taught me everything he knew since I was 12.”

“Is that when you joined the gang?”

“I joined when I was 14, but before that I was behind the shadows lurking and learning things from other members.”

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“How many people have you killed?” I asked gulping trying to calm down my heartbeat.

He tickled my sides and I giggled, “I bet you are working for the FBI.”

I pushed him away from me laughing, “Don’t worry I wont tell them anything.”

He kissed my forehead, “Right, I’m sure it’s easy for them to get information out of you.”

“Nope, I’m quiet like a mouse.”

“Hello honey, how are you?” my mom said in her excited voice.

“I’m good, you?”

“Of course not, everything is perfect. I really like it.”

“Well alright then, oh….we have to go the restaurant is closing. I will call you later?”

“Sure, by mom. Tell dad I said hi.”

“I will. Bye.” She hung up and I placed my phone back on top of the desk. I went towards the kitchen and grabbed myself an orange juice. I didn’t really feel like having breakfast right now.

“Hey, you not hungry?” Christopher said running a white towel through his hair picking up any water drops.

“No not yet, I’ll probably make something later. Are you going out?”

“No, I”ll just go to the garage to fix something in my car. My engine is getting fucked up, Ima go look at it. Want to join?” he winked.

I tried to fight the person but I realized that my eyes were slowly closing, “Make a sound and you’re dead.” a deep voice said. And that was the last thing I have heard before I blacked out.

I wake up from my hands starting to hurt, slowly I open my heavy eyelids and looked around. I’m in a chair with hands and legs tightened with a rope. There is a light hanging above me and everything ahead of me is a dark tunnel.

Oh great this is some type of a Hollywood movie.

Footsteps filled my senses and I saw a dark shadow step out of the corner. He was bold, definitely over 6ft tall, he had a little bit of a stomach and for his age I would say he was 30.

I groaned swallowing some spit because my throat was as dry as the Sahara dessert, “Who are you?”

“I’m someone everyone wants, wanna guess my name?”

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