Chapter 20, Never say never

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A/N: I got us an official trailer for TGAAGG! It's above if you want to see, but also in the Introduction. Hope you guys like it! And enjoy the chapter!

"Amber, what are they doing?" Jessy asks from beside me.

I'm gripping the steering wheel like my life depends on it and when I look to my right, I see Gross man's co-driver pull out a gun. We're close enough for me to distinguish it as an Smith and Wesson 686.

"Duck!" I yell when the guy aims the gun at us.

I don't duck as well, because if there's a chance I can stop that bullet from hitting Jessy with my body, I'll take it.

There's a loud bang and Blue Jay goes spinning out of control. He shot a tyre. It was just a tyre, I breathe to myself while we're skidding off to the side of the road. For a moment it feels like we're going to tip. We're going to roll and die, but fortunately Blue Jay just stops with an angry cry at the side of the road.

"Are you okay?" I ask Jessy when I don't smell a fire.

"Oh my God, I'm bleeding! I'm going to die!"

"Jessy, it's a paper cut and you got it from your milkshake straw earlier,"

"Oh"

A bit sore, but with no alarming injuries, I unluck Blue Jay and slide out of the seat when the doors lift open. I stay on the cold, wet ground.

"What are we going to tell my Mom?" Jessy asks.

"We tell her we accidently drove over a squirrel," I answer.

"A squirrel made a hole in the tyre?"

"He wanted to go out with a fight."

Within seconds, another car comes and hooks Blue Jay to it. We climb into the back seat and thank the driver for helping us.

"It's no problem. I knew BD was going to pull something like this. He always does," the guy says.

"Can he do that?" Jessy asks, "I mean, we could've died!"

"There's no rules as long as you keep to the route and finish."

I hate Mysterious Fucker so much for getting me into this. How am I going to explain to Aunt Tessa about the bullet in my tyre? How am I going to get home? And...

"Oh, God, I'll be forced to spend a night with whoever wins!" I cry out.

Jessy hands me a pained look and says: "I know... Who would you prefer to win?"

"The bloody vengeful squirrel, that's who!" I exclaim.

But if I'm being honest, I'd prefer one of the two assholes to win rather than Gross man. That guy will give me nightmares. I don't think I'll ever skip brushing my teeth ever again.

When we get to the crowd, I feel completely ashamed to have Blue Jay pulled in by another car. I had such a big mouth and now everyone is basically laughing at me. Oh god, kill me now because I can't bare seeing who wins!

"Do you think you'll have to spend tonight with the winner or just any night?" Jessy asks. I know she's nervous about ariving back home without me, so I tell her we'll figure it out when we know what's happening.

I hear the winning car approaching before I see it.

I can't believe I'm thinking this, but my heart actually sinks when I notice it's not a silver Lamborghini or a black Bugatti. Actually, it does more than sink. It jumps off a cliff and falls to its death, because there's no way in hell that I'm spending even a second with Gross man!

Gross man speeds across the finish line and then makes a U-turn to pull over at the line of fancy cars. His window rolls down when he passes us. "I expect to cash in tonight," Gross man says.

Ewwww, ewww, ewww!

I'd like to think that I don't judge people on their appearances, but Gross man over here is a whole nother case. It's like the rot inside is showing on the outside as well. I mean, he's a thirty-something grown-ass man that wants to spend the night with a minor!

"Amber... What are we going to do?" Jessy asks. She's visibly shaking at the prospect of me leaving with that guy.

I will not be afraid.

"Gross man didn't specify what I should be doing while spending the night with him. My best hope right now is to irritate him to death and get free before anything serious can go wrong," I say.

My hands start to shake so I fold my arms and tuck my shaky hands between my sides.

The Bugatti and the Lamborghini comes next.

They're racing like they think they'll win. Don't they know that Gross man won?

"We've got to go," someone says and grabs my arms. It's one of Gross man's goons so I immediatly resist.

"Don't touch me!" I yell.

"Let her go!" Jessy growls and steps in to help.

Another goon pries Jessy away while a third has to help Goon 1 to get me away from Jessy. I want to yell that this isn't legal, but I know it'll do nothing. Nothing these people do is legal.

"I won't be long!" I promise Jessy.

"Where will I meet you?" she shouts back as I literally get dragged away like some sort of criminal.

"I'll message you! Tell Tessa I'm conducting a funeral for the vengeful squirrel!" I yell as one last attempt to calm Jessy.

I don't even see Blake or Owen before I get shoved into a black van. The van is dark and smells of weed and beer and sex and oh my god there's a dead rat! I swear to God these rats will be the end of me!

Atleast when Blake kidnapped me, it was kinda hygienic.

Goon 1 slides the van door shut while Goon 2 climbs into the drivers seat.

"We're meeting BD at Isabella," Goon 2 says to Goon 1.

"Why?"

"How the fuck should I know? Maybe BD wants to feel fancy when he fucks the blonde girl?"

If my heart beats any faster, I think I'll literally explode. Nobody said anything about... Oh god, I'm going to puke just by thinking of the very prospect! And who is this Isabella? Is she is wife? His mentally-unstable sister? I'm sick of not having answers!

I start banging on the side of the van with my fists.

"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" I yell, because I can feel the van driving further and further away from the docks. The smell of salt in the air is quickly dissapearing.

"SHUT UP BACK THERE!" Goon 2 yells back.

I do no such thing.

"I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL START SINGING JUSTIN BIEBER IF YOU GUYS DON'T LET ME GO!" I threaten.

The goons turn up the radio and Justin Bieber's 'Never say Never' starts playing. What the hell?

Goon 2 turns around and looks at me through the tiny window that seperates the back of the van from the front of the van. "Don't tell the boss, but... we're his biggest fans..."

Goon 1 takes his eyes off the road to turn to me and lift his hoody over his beer-belly.

He's wearing an 'Always a Belieber' shirt underneath.

Oh god...

By the time the Goons and I reach our destination, we're singing Justen Bieber's 'What Do You Mean' at the top of our lungs.

It's not the prettiest sound in the world.

When we climb out, I realize that Isabella is not a person. She's mansion. One of the bigger ones I've seen too.

Goon 1, who's real name I've already forgotten, grabs me by my arm and escorts me with Goon 2 to the house.

"Sorry, but we'll have to act tough. The other guys here will shoot you in a blink," he says.

I nod in understanding as Goon 1 basically throws me up the stairs. It's all part of the act, I tell myself as a butler opens the front doors for us. He has a hidden sneer on his face as the goons and I pass him.

"We should take her to the basement," Goon 2 observes and then hauls me down stairs.

The basement is quite nicer than I expected. Unlike the one at Uncle Anton's house, this one isn't just cold, bare walls with paint supplies. This basemnt has it's own fake fireplace and pool table and library.

"Wait here for BD," Goon one says and sends me an apologetic look.

"I'm never getting out alive, am I?" I ask because I know the little amount of luck I have has surely run out. It's the end of the road for Amber Marigold.

"Never say never," Goon 2 says before they dissapear up the stairs.

Man, I love those guys.

My mood gets a drastic turn when Gross man a.ka BD, a.k.a I'm Going To Kick His Teeth In If He Touches Me, walks in.

"Hello, Li'l Lady," he greets.

"Just so you know, I can probably break eleven bones in your body," I greet back.

"I see why the West and East are so obsessed with you," Gross man drawls. He takes a few steps closer and a grab a pool stick.

"Don't get closer. If you think I will do anything with you, you are literally crazy," I growl. I swear one more step and this stick will be so far up his ass that he'll taste it.

"Who said anything about me? I'm just following orders," Gross man laughs.

"Orders? You have a boss? Who is it? What do they want?" I ask him.

There's a cruel little smile that grows onto Gross man's face and it just gives me the creeps. "Well, my boss asked for a weakness from the East and West and here we are," he says.

"I'm not their weakness, trust me. I've only known them for like four days and already I've slapped them both. I'm pretty sure they want me dead by now," I point out. I don't mention the bet, because I don't like the idea of Gross man knowing anything.

"If that's so, why did both East and West post on the web that all blondes in Tygerwell are off limits? I don't mean to sound assuming, but when a pretty little blonde as yourself shows up at a drag race, I just had to test the situation and well, Owen and Blake stepped in like I expected," he explains.

Oh God... This guy's got it wrong. They don't like me! they're pretending to like me for the bet! They'll probably be releaved if I die because I'm making this bet impossible for them.

"Is your boss going to kill me?" I ask.

"Do you even know what the Northan gang's business is, Li'l Lady?" Gross man asks.

"This is the North-side gang?"

"We deal in money. Pay-ups and screw-ups. My boss has killed more people than the West and East-side gangs have combined," Gross man says, "My money is on you getting killed," he laughs.

My heart stops. How did this happen? How did I go from average life to about to get killed?!

"He can try," I growl, because I will not be afraid.

Gross man sends me one of his creepy smiles before backing up the stairs. "I'm going to get me a sandwitch. The boss said nothing about what condition you should be in and I like to eat before I fuck someone," he says before dissapearing.

I almost puke again.

Come on Amber, think rational. We have to get you out, my voice of reason says.

I take out my phone and message Mysterious Fucker, because he got me into this mess.

Mysterious Fucker doesn't respond.

And then someone walks in.

He is without a doubt the boss around here...

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