Mr. Wilkinson [Pt.2] - (S.W)
Warning(s): Cursing, mentions of sex, drugs, alcohol, murder, guns, possibly blood Word Count: 1.384
Your POV:
Previously on ‘Mr. Wilkinson’ :
“Enough with the games, Wilkinson,” you yelled, a bunch of your guys coming into the room. They lifted their guns to shoot, but Sammy’s team had already beat them to it. You noticed the same blonde girl and more of her friends in ski masks, I mean who could forget that greasy matted blonde mess. “Give it, I’ll give you the four mil, if you just hand over the coke.”
“I don’t want the money, Y/N. I just want you,” he chuckled. Your face twisted in confusion, not understanding what he meant. “End it, ladies. I got Y/N,” Sammy said.
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Gunshots when off, one by one each of your men and Sammy’s girls went down. The only thing going through your mind was 'Nate!’ 'Nate!’ and 'Nate!’ as you scanned your eyes all over the room. Finally, you had found him, but it the way you wanted to find him. Here he is slouched over clutching onto his stomach.
You began to thrash your body and arms frantically, successfully releasing your body from Sammy’s grip. Your body was numb as your feet pummeled against the floor racing towards your injured brother.
“Nate! Get up, come on. We have to get out of here, it’s not safe. Nate?” you cry, trying to drag his full body weight out of the destroyed room. “Nate, please wake up! Don’t leave me, don’t leave me,” you repeat over and over.
Sitting on your knees, you grab ahold of your brothers face. His eyes are droopy and his breathing is shallow, “Y-Y/N, get out, now. Before something else happens, I love you,” Nate said as his body fell limp in your arms.
“No! No! No! Don’t leave! Nate!” you shout as violent sobs take over your body. Two strong arms wrap around your waist as start to pull you away from Nate’s body. “You did this! You piece of shit! I’m going to kill you,” you continue to shout as you slam your fists into the man’s muscular back.
“Ow! Calm the hell down, dammit,” Sammy says as he drops your body and grasps his back. “Son of a bitch, you’re paying for that,” he stomps over to you.
Just a few inches from your body is a solid black Glock 9mm. Without even thinking twice, you lunge your body to it. The gun is kicked away from your reach, Sammy bends down to your level. His own gun pushing into your temple harshly. “I wasn’t planning on hurting you, Y/N! But you don’t fucking listen! You know what happens when you don’t listen, you get killed!” Sammy shouts, his face completely red and his body shaking from anger.
“Kill me, j-just l-like you killed my b-brother! Just do it already,” more hot tears spill from your puffy eyes.
A blow hit is felt near your temple, you’re head whirling in pain. Your vision slowly goes blurry as you strong arms lift you from the cold floor of the club. You can’t fight back, your body too numb to move a muscle. Finally, you reach the back of the parking lot and you are placed in the backseat of a car. Immediately, your brain and body fall into an unconscious state.
—- 😱where might Sammy be taking Y/N?