Page 1 of Aydin

AMELIA

“Damn it!” I blurted out, rubbing the scrape on my exposed thigh. After I finished my last interview a few hours ago, I ventured out for a drink to wind down. I felt my phone vibrate, and I snapped it out of my pocket to see my mom texting me.

“She’s probably worried,” I muttered to myself, keying in my code to unlock the screen and accessing my messages while I walked down the street.

Mom: How did it turn out?

Me: I think I got this one.

“Don’t scream, or I’ll cut your throat,” a gravelly voice commanded.

Initially shocked, I froze and scanned around the street for help, but it was late at night, and most people’s attention was on themselves.

“Give me your money!” He pointed a knife at me as he stood before me wearing a skull mask and black gloves.

“I don’t have any,” I stuttered, praying someone caught on to what was going on.

“Stop lying!” he hissed, jerking the knife at my face. So I removed the strap from my shoulder and handed over my purse. As I reached into my jacket pocket, the keys fell out. The man rummaged through my wallet and cursed under his breath. With each step, I moved away from him, confident that he wouldn’t find anything inside other than my ID and maybe five dollars. As soon as he noticed her, he threw it to the ground.

“Bitch! Come here.” He charged at me.

“I’m sorry!” I staggered backwards.

“Hey, move the fuck away from her!” A growl followed by a large hand pushing me to the side stopped me in my tracks. The moment I saw him pick him up by the throat, I covered my eyes.

“She’s... lying,” the guy pleaded.

My savior was tall, had a buzz cut, and towered over the man who tried to rob me.

“You like picking on someone. Try that shit with me.”

“Nuke!” I heard another deep voice yell, and the large man in front of me dropped the robber on the ground.

“He’s not worth it. Get out of here.” The new guy, wearing the leather jacket, told the robber.

“Thank you,” I said, and they turned around. I felt my breath catch in my throat as thoughts of the sexy savior filled my mind.

“Did he touch you?” He lifted my chin to examine my face.

“No, just a little shook up,” I responded nervously and wiped my hands down my jacket.

“I’m Nasir, and this is Aydin.” Another tall, buff gentleman introduced himself. He was just as mesmerizing.

“Amelia,” I replied and shook his hand.

“Where’s your car?” Aydin probed.

I motioned my hand to the yellow Volkswagen parked at the corner.

“We can walk you to your car.”

“Uh… thanks.”

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” Nasir asked.

All three of us headed toward my car. Aydin stood at the driver’s side, and when I popped the key in, he pulled the door open.

“Thanks. I had an interview in the area.”

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