"THIEF! THIEF!"
Keifer froze for a second, his heart dropping into his stomach.
He turned his head slowly over his shoulder-
only to see four teenage boys sprinting full-speed down the sidewalk, waving their fists at him.
The second his eyes locked onto them, Keifer snapped his head forward and started pedaling as fast as his legs could move.
It looked straight out of Subway Surfers-
except instead of a subway track, it was a neighborhood street,
and instead of a train,
a 6-foot-2 multi-billionaire CEO was desperately racing on a neon-green teen's bike with four angry teenagers chasing right behind him.
CLACK!
"Ow!"
Suddenly, the front tire jerked violently, the bike flipped, and Keifer crashed hard onto the pavement.
He hit the ground with a groaning thud, clutching his bruised knee.
He snapped his head up-and saw a teenage boy standing a few feet away, holding a home-made strip of wooden boards poked through with sharp nails that he had just dragged across the road to trap him.
"What the-"
Before Keifer could even finish his sentence, a stern, booming voice cut through the air.
"Mr. Thief, you need to come with us to the police station."
Keifer blinked.
Two police officers had stepped out of a parked squad car, and the four teenage boys quickly caught up, lining up behind the cops.
"Whatttt?!"
Keifer gasped, panting heavily for air.
"Not 'what!' Say thank God!"
one of the teenage boys smirked, crossing his arms proudly.
"You should be grateful the police came on time, otherwise it would've been really hard for you to escape our punishment!"
Keifer tilted his head, raising a single, lethal eyebrow at the kid.
"Officer, please kidnap-I mean, arrest him!"
another teenager, a chubby-cheeked kid, chimed in dramatically, glaring at Keifer.
One of the police officers pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs and stepped forward, grabbing Keifer's wrist.
"Officer, just listen to me!
I am not a thief!" Keifer pleaded frantically.
"Yes, of course you are not a thief...
you are the multi-billionaire MARK KEIFER WATSON,"
the officer said with an utterly bored, sarcastic face, clicking the metal cuff tightly around Keifer's wrist.
"YES! YES! I AM MARK KEIFER WATSON!"
Keifer yelled out, pointing at his own chest with his free hand.
"Oh, yes, of course!"
the officer said with an utterly bored, sarcastic face, clicking the metal cuff tightly around Keifer's wrist.
"And I'm the President!"
"And I'm Batman!"
one of the teenage boys piped up, puffing out his chest with a heroic stance.
"No, officer! Please, listen to me! I AM Mark Keifer Watson!"
Keifer yelled, panic gripping his entire soul as he struggled against the grip.
"My wife is in labor right now!
Today is her delivery!
I NEED TO GET TO THE HOSPITAL!"
"Just shut up and stop wasting our time,"
the officer grunted, ignoring every word.
He grabbed Keifer by the shoulder, forced him into the back of the police car, and slammed the door shut, driving straight toward the station.
**
Keifer sat slouched in a metal chair inside the bustling police station, his head resting heavily in his palms.
"Just let me call my lawyer once, please!"
he begged with sheer irritation, his voice laced with pure desperation as he realized he had forgotten his phone at home in the morning panic.
Jay is going to kill me for sure,
he thought, pulling at his messy hair.
And what am I going to tell our baby? That daddy was late because busy stealing bicycles today?!
"UGHHHHH!"
he groaned loudly out of nowhere, slamming a fist onto his knee.
He snapped his head up, his dark eyes narrowing into a dangerous, piercing glare as he stared down the duty officer.
"Officer, I am telling you for the last time... just let me go! Do you even know who I am?"
he spoke in an ice-cold, authoritative tone that usually made board members tremble.
The officer stared at him in dead silence for a few seconds.
But then...
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
the officer burst out laughing, slapping the desk.
"Yes, yes! We know! You are The Mark Keifer Watson!"
The entire precinct erupted into roaring laughter again, officers and detainees alike pointing at his dusty pants and unbuttoned shirt.
"Ughhh..."
Keifer grumbled under his breath, leaning back.
I need to escape. Right now.
He closed his eyes for a split second, whispering,
Sorry, God! But I really need to do this for my family!
The duty officer walked over, key ring jingling, ready to escort him to the holding cell.
"Alright, 'Mr. Billionaire,' time to go inside," he ordered.
The officer unlocked one side of the metal handcuffs to lead him into the lockup.
The very second the metal cuff snapped open, Keifer's billionaire composure vanished, replaced by pure survival instinct.
With incredible speed, Keifer shoved the officer backward with full force, sending him crashing into a row of plastic chairs.
Two other cops lunged forward to grab him, but Keifer ducked under one officer's arm, shoved the second violently into a water cooler, and sprinted out the front doors of the station like a seasoned action hero.
"HEY! STOP HIM!"
shouting echoed behind him alongside scrambling footsteps.
Keifer ran three blocks without stopping, his lungs burning and dress shoes slapping the hot pavement.
He finally ducked into an alleyway a full building away, pressing his back against the brick wall, breathing heavily.
"What the fuck, Keifer... you messed up. Seriously, very much,"
he panted to himself, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"I need to reach the hospital..."
Suddenly, the wailing screech of police sirens echoed down the main street.
"FUCK!" he muttered.
Without a second thought,
he darted out of the alley and spotted a parked delivery van idling at the curb.
Keifer didn't even look at who was driving-
he yanked the passenger door open and threw himself onto the seat, slamming the door shut behind him.
Beside him sat a man in a bright green jacket, looking out the driver's side window.
"Please, brother, please!"
Keifer pleaded frantically, clutching his hands together in a way he had never done in his entire life-
a sight he wouldn't even recognize in himself.
"Please drop me at the hospital fast! My wife is giving birth!
I'll give you whatever you want! Money, cars, anything!"
The driver slowly turned his head. "Promise...?"
"Yes, pro-"
Keifer's throat went bone-dry. The words died right in his mouth as his eyes locked onto the driver's face.
It was the exact same GAY from months ago-
wearing the same fiery red lipstick, heavy glittery blush, a round fat belly, and bright pink-and-green nail polish.
The very man who had ruined their night on the terace once before.
"Hi, handsome~"
the guy purred, biting his lower lip as his gaze slid directly down to Keifer's chest-
which was slightly exposed since his top two shirt buttons had snapped off in the police station brawl.
"Oh no..."
Keifer whispered in absolute horror.
Instantly, Keifer slammed one hand over his exposed chest, while his other hand scrambled wildly to yank the passenger door handle to get the hell out.
CLICK!
Before Keifer's fingers could even lift the latch, the driver hit the master lock button, trapping the multi-billionaire inside the van.
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Ok buddies bye buddies!
I'm in hurry, I need to write next chapter.
Love you ❤️
And plz don't ask me about what drugs do I consume for this kind of delulus. 🥲