Plan B by Me =/ (spiritual books to read .TXT) 📕

"Uh, yeah. Heh, silly cat." She laughs, but I can tell it's a nervous one.

"Last I checked cats couldn't talk... Would you mind if we took a look around?" I hear Alan and my eyes widen. Fuck. Antonio definately knows by now... 

"I'm sorry but I don't think that's a good- Hey!" I hear a grunt come from her and scramble to my feet, running to her bedroom. Footsteps outside the room come closer and closer, having me panicked. I look around frantically, trying to find a way out. The only thing they wouldn't be able to find me in, was the window. I run over to it, cursing it when it squeaks as I open it. The steps get increasingly faster, so before I can talk myself out of it, I launch myself out the open window, praying I don't break anything in the five story fall. I brace myself for the cold, hard ground, but warm, muscular arms break my fall, as they pull me against the owner's chest. 

"Why, hey there cupcake. Fancy seeing you here."

~Adrian~

I land blow after blow on this bastard's now messed up face, as guns are blaring around us. How dare he interfere with my deal! Again! His head slams to the right, and he smirks. "Well," he spits blood on the ground next to him. "Seems like you had a witness." My head snaps to the side and he laughs. "Until next time." He shoves me off of him, and runs away, getting his members to follow suit. 

I pull out my phone, to see that the alarm is going off. "God dammit!" I growl, throwing my phone to the floor in my frustration, smashing it to pieces in the process. 

"What boss?" One of my members, Elliot asks. 

"Take out your phones." I demand of everyone, and they do. 

"Well shit." I hear Brad say. In all the chaos, I never realized this was going off. I look at the time it started, and see that it was a little before half an hour ago. That couldn't have gotten her very far on foot, but I have a feeling that that 'witness' was Emily. 

"You guys finish this up. Alan, Brad, come with me." I tell them, and they follow. These two were probably my right and left hand men. I have to admit, Alan is a bit weird, but he does his job well. "I guess we'll just wing it." I sigh as a begin speed walking towards a cluster of buildings. 

"Adrian!" I hear my sister call from behind me. We all stop and spin around. "There." Riley points to a run down building. 

"What? How do you know?" Brad asks. 

"When we went shopping. Emily asked me to stop here. That's where she has to be." She explains. 

"Thank you." I say to her, and she nods before running back. "Let's go. You two, start on the top floor and go down. Remember to turn your coms on." I tell them. "I'll stay out here in case she tries getting out. Got it?" This wouldn't be an issue if she hadn't gone into the damn weapons room. Who even left it open? The last person that was in there was- Alan... Why would be leave something that imporatant unlocked? I listen in as I stand in a alley way, by the back door of the old building, while Brad does most of the talking. 

"This is the last one on this floor boss." Brad tells me. 

"Hello. How can I help y'all?" I hear a broken up voice ask when she opens the door. 

Brad's stressed voice is next. "Hi. You haven't seen a woman around have you?" 

"Why I have." My heart starts beating faster when she says this. I found her! "You know, I went in the bathroom, and there she was, staring back at me from the mirror!" I sigh and shake my head with a frown forming on my face. Dammit. "Sorry hun, you'll have to be more specific."

"Uh, strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, caramel skin?" I picture her body as he describes her, and I'm sort of glad she found out. That'll just give me a reason to keep the beauty around for longer. I don't think she realizes how truly gorgeous she is. She's a little too skinny, which reminds me that I should start bringing her food since she never comes down to eat with us. I don't think she's eaten all week. She's a good height, around five foot six, but that still let's me tower over her by nine inches, a whole head taller. I sort of lose all sense of logic whenever she is around. 

There is a crash is the background, and I hear distant mumbles. 

"Um, is everything okay in here?" Brad asks. 

"Uh, yeah. Heh, silly cat." She laughs, but even through a device, I can tell she's nervous.

"Last I checked cats couldn't talk... Would you mind if we took a look around?" I hear Alan.

"I'm sorry but I don't think that's a good- Hey!" A grunt from the other side reaches my ears, and I know I'll have to have a conversation with him about this later. I look up, and see a shadow disrupting and light that was previously streaming out of a window. Through the intercom in my ear, Alan is breathing hard, meaning he's walking hard and fast. The window of that very room creaks open, and Alan's breathing gets even harder. God bless America. Is she insane? She'll kill herself with that fall! I start running over there just ask she launches her small figure out the window. I get there just in time to grab her. 

"Why, hey there Cupcake. Fancy seeing you here."

"A-adrian..." She gasps, looking up at me. 

"I have her. Brad, bring the woman with." I tell him. 

"No!" Emily exclaims from my arms. "Please, do whatever you want to me, but leave Maria out of this. Please!" She begs. 

"Sorry cupcake, but I don't think your in much of a place to make demands." I tsk.

"C-can you at least put me d-down? P-please?" She asks, remarkably quieter. I glance down at her as I walk, and she looks scared. 

"We're almost there. Calm down." I soothe. I soon reach the deal sight, and see all the cars gone but two. Mine, and Alan's. Brad rode with me. I put Emily in the passenger seat of my SUV and we wait for Brad and the woman. The back door suddenly opens, scaring Emily from the sleepy state she was in. Brad gently guides the woman into the car, and Emily looks back at her. 

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" She asks. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. How about you Emily?" She shoots the younger female a look. 

"Yeah. Great." She says bashfully, but with a hint of sarcasm.

"So, who are you?" I ask, meeting the woman's eyes in the rearview mirror. 

"Maria Martinez." She states boldly, with a hint of a Spanish accent. "You know, it isn't very polite to kidnap two women." She scoffs. 

"Well it isn't very polite to lie either." Brad shoots back, making both Emily and Maria flinch. 

"I'd say it was if it protected someone you care about." She turns to him sharply. 

"Maybe you should have protected yourself first." She rolls her eyes. 

"Well damn, if that's how you work, how the hell do you have anyone that cares about you?" She shoots back. 

"Maria!" Emily exclaims. "Just stop. Leave each other alone." They both huff in response, crossing their arms over chest and turn to look out the window. "My God." I hear Emily mutter under her breath. I glance over at her and she seems to be in her tired state again.

Her head snaps up and turns back when she hears Brad mumble, "She came to us first..."

 "Brad! Shut, up!" She sighs, and sinks back into her seat, staring out the window she's leaning her head on. When we reach the house about five minutes later, Brad and Maria immediately step out, but Emily doesn't even stir. I look over at her, and find that she's out cold. I cut the engine, and walk over to her side, opening the door gently. After I unbuckle her, I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her like a baby. Holy shit, she can't weigh more than 105 pounds... I shake my head as I look down at her small body snuggling into my chest. I shut the door softly, and walk to the still open front door, shutting it behind me. 

"Maria, you'll stay in Emily's old room." I tell her. 

"What?? Where are you bringing her?!" She snaps. 

"My room." I sigh at the fiesty woman in front of me. 

"I swear to God, if you lay a hand on my baby, I will murder you myself." She growls, lunging at me, only to be stopped by Brad. 

"Woah there Tigre, calm down." He attempts to calm her, using the spanish word for tiger. "Let's go get you to sleep." He guides her up the stairs with his arm around her shoulder so that she won't leave. I look down at my cupcake and smile. She looks so at peace right now. I bring her up to my room, and set her on the king sized bed. I know she'll be mad at me for it, but her clothes look so uncomfortable, that I remove them, without looking at her, (Much harder than i thought it would be by the way) and pull one of my t-shirts over her, which goes down to about mid-thigh. She looks so damn good in my shirt though. I remove my shirt and pants, and throw on a pair of sweatpants, before climbing under my covers too. I give her space, which isn't all that hard on the large bed, but pretty soon, her petite body is cuddled up against my own. 

And hey, who am I to stop it?

"Good night cupcake."

 ~Sofia~

The first thing I'm conscious of doing, is snuggling closer into the warmth next to me. The weight around my waist shifts against me, holding me tighter. My eyes fly open as the realization hits me. The only thing I'm met with is a hard tan chest. I attempt to shoot away and look at the owner, but the arm tightens further. I lift the arm and scurry out of the extremely comfortable bed. I can't help but notice how good Adrian looks in just sweats, but then I realize that that means