UNDERDOGS

Welcome to Underdogs. So, what is this tale all about? Well...

Carlos Matheson. The younger child of the renowned Matheson family. Known to the innocent world for its healthy property portfolio, but beneath the surface, things were not so squeaky clean. A world in which he hated being a part of, but was bound to by name and by blood. Until one day, he takes a chance and decides to break free... but how far will he get?

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"Drive."

That one word caused the fear of God to rush through his bones. It wasn't an unusual request… to drive the car he was sitting in. He was a taxi driver after all. He drove for a living. But the difference here was that on this occasion,  he had a gun pressed against the back of his skull.

"W…where to?" His voice trying its best to sound calm considering, as he glanced up at the rear view mirror to see the man. His face flush as if he has been running. His hair clinging to his forehead from sweat, or maybe it was the heavy rain torrenting from the sky on this darkened night.

"Just drive!" Comes the threatening shout from the passenger, as he looks out of the back window, seeing the silhouettes of running bodies getting closer into view. The taxi driver puts his foot on the accelerator, the wheels skid from the wet surface beneath them, as the dark taxi pulls away. "Wh…what are you doing?" The man suddenly questions, hand tightening around the gun, as he sees the driver press a button on his dash.

"Starting your fayer."...he hears a click to the barrel against his head."

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A/N. This is a mature tale, with adult themes throughout, including sex, of the gay kind, hints of violence, and a few swears.

 I am an amateur writer, my books are free, so with that in mind, please excuse the odd spelling or grammatical error and although I enjoy reading comments, please keep them respectful. There is a difference between constructive criticism and rudeness. You may leave at any time, but I hope you stay to the end 😊

Jojo

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