Fuck.

I put Luca down onto the floor before rushing over to Carmen only to feel a piercing pain at my stomach and then my shoulder. The men forced me to my knees, and the knife in my hand fell to the floor when I saw Morales holding a gun to Carmen’s head.

“Your friends dead already, I wonder what’s gonna happen if I put a bullet in this bitch’s head?” he sneered.

He pushed the 23 year old forward until they were directly in front of me and one of the men pulled my head up by my hair, forcing me to watch.

“Bet you’re gonna enjoy this show” he hissed.

All I could see was the fear in her eyes, begging me to help her, save her…

The next thing I knew, my vision was blinded by red which I knew was blood.

“No!” my whole body jerked up and my eyes fluttered open.

Sweat covered my skin and my breathing was labored as I put a hand to my stomach.

It was dry, no blood.

I turned to my right to see Carmen with her eyes closed, snoring lightly.

With my shaky hands I let my fingers touch her face, trailing from her eyebrows to her lips, just to let me know it was just a dream.

“Just a dream” I whispered.

“Oh god Shane, harder” she murmured.

I raised a brow before the corner of my lips curved upwards ever so slightly.

But my thoughts went back to my dream, me and Carmen were simply fucking, no strings attached right?

So why exactly am I scared-no, why do I even care?

I got up and slipped into my briefs and singlet before reaching into my pant pockets to retrieve a half smoked pack of cigarettes.

I sat on the edge of the bed with the cigi in my mouth when I remembered that I didn’t have a lighter anymore so sat there with the cancer stick hanging from my mouth, occasionally looking over my shoulder at the brunette.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice Carmen was awake until I felt her arms wrap around my body from behind.

“Hey, how’s your shoulder?” she asked gently.