Primed For Sin (Discontinued)

6: спасся

Chapter six : спасся
                                (escaped) 

Luca's POV

Before we were about to leave, I realised I had forgotten my expensive set of knives upstairs. I sprint up them and grab them from my room, as I am about to leave I see that Lana's bedroom door had been left open and something catches my eye. There was a huge painting of a portrait set up on her art easel, and it sort of looked like me? I would have to ask her about it later, we do not have time for this. 

We stealthily climb out of the window, bending down as we hoist ourselves over the fence. Running down the streets in the darkness.

"Lets roam the streets until we find a car to hijack." I say, starting the car. Lana nods her head as we turn out of the driveway and down the road, we finally turn onto a street where there are a few cars parked on the side of the road.

"That one!" Lana say pointing to a black mini cooper.

"You're kidding!" I say staring at the car.

"It's easy to break into, and no one will suspect us to be driving a mini." Lana states.

"Fine," I pull over and leave the keys in our rental car as we hop out.

"We'll need a hanger, or some sort of wire." Lana says and I open my bag, I rummage around until I find some wire.

"You just had that in you bag?" Lana questions.

"You never know when you need to strangle someone," I reply.

Lana takes the wire from my hand and goes over to the mini cooper, the owners of the car had left the windows open a fraction. It must have been a happy accident, Lana creates a loop with the wire and stick it through the gap in the window, while I kept a look out. Lana manages to lift the car door lock pin knob on the first try. 

"Nice work," I say from behind her. We both get into the car, Lana in the driver's seat and me in the passengers. Lana opens up the compartment below the steering wheel and take out a bunch of wires.

"You don't happen to have a pen knife with you?" She asks

"I always carry a knife with me." I pass her a pen knife, Lana strips back some of the isolation on two wires. She then makes the two bare wires meet while revving the engine, the car comes to life. I let out a small cheer before I happen to look out the side mirrors, where four men were running down the street

"DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE!" I yell, Lana steps on the pedal and the car speeds ahead. With the men yelling behind us.

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It was already around one in the morning and we had already driven into Georgia from Tallahassee in Florida. Luckily it was only a three hour drive between the two states. I was driving at the moment, with Lana sleeping peacefully in the seat beside me. I peer over at her, her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders. 

A yawn escapes my mouth as I see a rest stop up ahead, I pull into the eerie parking lot. There were some diners and shops that were still open, along with the petrol station and a motel. 

"Lana," I say as I shake her shoulder causing her to wake up. 

"What?" She says groggily rubbing her eyes. 

"We should stop for a second, maybe get some breakfast?" It was already almost seven o'clock anyway .

"Yeah, good idea." 

We both step out of the car, strolling towards the rest stop, there was your typical little store with an adjacent cafe. 

"Hi, can I get a coffee with bacon and eggs?" I ask the cashier. 

"Of course, anything esle?" 

I look over at Lana who's gazing at the menu, "a breakfast muffin and a cappuccino please."

She takes our order and we sit down at a table in the back, "we should buy some hats and sunglasses while we're here. So we're a little more hidden." I say nervously looking around. 

"Yeah good idea," Lana replies using her hair to cover her face a little. 

We sit in silence for a little while before Lana speaks up, "Speak Russian." 

"Конечно, все для вас." (Of course, anything for you) I say quietly. 

"I like your accent," Lana mutters, "It's got this softness to it and... ugh never-mind, I can't explain it."

I smile at her comment, I've always loved languages. By the age of ten I was already fluent in three. I find Lana staring at me intently, we hold eye contact for a while neither of us speaking.

"You never told me you painted that portrait of me." I say softly, I see Lana stiffen. 

"I didn't realise I was painting you at first, it just sort of happened... Sorry I guess it's kind of creepy that I did that." 

"No no, it was incredible," I say thinking back to it. 

"Thanks, I have a photographic memory so it was easy for me to draw you without an actual photo." 

"Does that mean you'll never forget my face?" I ask her, she nods before getting up to go collect our coffee from the barista. 

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