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༒𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟽- Vᴏɪᴅ

IM SO SORRY GUYS
I had no clue that 'ss' stood for nazi protection squads LMFAO 💀 this is why I failed history.
NIGHTMARE IS NOT A NAZI I PROMISE 😭
(Was supposed to be an 's' burnt on his back to symbolise 'Switchblade' , just change it to an 'X' instead)

From now on any smut chapters will have a little

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Next to their name ;) so if you ever wanna go back a revisit that certain chapter it's super easy for you to do so. (Example being chapter 22- sense * )
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"Verones here." he gulped "he just arrived"

My heart drops and I freeze. Everyone in the room freezes.
We were fucked. FUCKED.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK

If he saw us here- we had no weapons. Nothing.

Nightmare zones out , eyes training in on all the ways he could possibly get us out of this situation. as was I , I was scanning the room frantically trying to find somewhere or something to help us get out of here unseen.

Luckily switchblade takes control of the situation knowing how grave it is for us. He quiets his men down with a snap of a finger "not. A. Word." he threatened them, glaring them all in the eyes. Each and every one of them nod stiffly in agreement.

They were not to say a thing.

"You two" switchblade gestures "this way." He demanded.

We wasted no time in jogging over to switchblade , his men moving out the way for us so we could get through quicker. Switchblade strolled past his armchair and to the small rusty door that was right behind it. I had always wondered what was in here.

fumbling with the lock he swings the door open wide , behind the door laid a dusty storage cupboard. Small enough to fit just about two small people I immediately knew it was going to be a squeeze since nightmare was so tall.

dust coated the floor and shelves in thick layers. drugs stacked up on the shelves , covered in cobwebs we quickly scanned the small and dirty hiding space. it wasn't convenient at all but we had no choice.

"Hide in here." Switchblade whispered , shoving us both into the storage cupboard. Stood opposite one another there was barely an inch of space between us. Chest to chest , we were pressed up against one another.

pointing to the small window in the back he murmured "you can try to escape through that window if you can-" he's cut off by a loud bang, switchblade spins around looking for where the sound came from. several footsteps echoed down the hall, verone was making his way down the corridor . Seconds away.  "He's coming fuck-"
he slams the door shut in our faces enveloping us in darkness and dust.

I keep my breathing maintained and low , so quiet that even the rat running around our feet couldn't hear us.

the air smelt of cocaine and weed. Pungent and strong it was practically wafting between us.
Anticipation clung to our skin as we waited to hear verones voice. The same man that was on our case desperate to kill us. the man who had practically had an army of men at his beckoning call. He was a powerful and evil bastard and I feared he would stop at nothing to see us dead. But the question is why?