This is NEW reEdited version of Chapt 1, just a few changes here and there. My super duper awesome, intelligent and incredibly great beta Reader, WishingOne help me do all of this and without her, none of this would be possible. This is for all you perfectionists out there. btw if you guys have time head over to her channel and send her a message of gratitiude. If it wasn't for her, this chapter would be full of mistakes. XD
Chapter 1. Dead and Gone
The riot in the street, the blaring lights and honks of cars echoed for miles and miles. There was John Dillinger, with multiple gunshot wounds that had led him to lay face down on the ground. His breathing was coming out in short gasps, his heartbeat faint. But he could only think of one thing, one person, his one love. Billie Frechette. He could see her perfectly, with dark brown curls and those hazel eyes smiling at him. He thought he had seen the light when he heard gunshots again. It was probably the cops, but he couldn't tell. People scrambled everywhere, screams were endless and he felt somebody lift him. He was too tired to care, too lovesick to fight back.
2 weeks later.
"Boss, I think he's awake!"
Johnny's eyes slowly fluttered open; he heard low voices all around him. His whole body ached and when he tried to stretch his fingers, pain shot through his arm.
A man walked over. He was dressed in an expensive black suit with a pair sunglasses drooped down on his nose. His hair was slicked back and he had smile on his face, even more sinister than the one Johnny remembered.
"Alvin Karpis," he croaked.
"John, it's good to have ya back."
"What happened back there?" He struggled to get the words out.
"Don't worry about it, my boys caused a gun fight with the cops and we lugged you out of there. I couldn't leave you behind after what happened between you and me at County"
Johnny smiled; he could still remember when they both got locked at County for attempting to rob a train. He was the one who got them out of jail in less than four days.
Alvin sat down beside the bed, taking off his sunglasses.
"Where am I?" John asked weakly.
"You're in my basement. I couldn't bring you to a hospital, or they would've found you. I hired Dr. Robbins and bought a bunch of medical equipment. He managed to stop the bleeding; luckily the bullets weren't in too deep. But it was long shot you'd ever wake up."
"How long was I asleep?"
"Two weeks, we thought you were a goner."
John shifted his head toward the window. "What do the cops know?"
"Last we heard, Purvis convinced the public you were dead. But we think he's still looking for you."
Then he asked the hardest question. "What about Billie?"
"What about her?"
"Is she okay?"
"I don't know John. I don't know. Look, you're wounded and you gotta rest. But once you're better, you have to promise me something."
"You're gonna have to swear your allegiance to me. My men have scattered and been named missing after that riot. I need more, and we all know that you're good; I mean for Pete sakes your John Dillinger!"
"There's always a catch isn't there?"
"You know me Johnny."
"I'll think about it."
"Good, and get better soon ya hear me?"