CBB, Chase Blaine and Bobby

One quiet evening, you were taking a peaceful stroll down the street. Without even noticing, you accidentally wandered into a dark underpass, where the only source of light was a flickering, dying lamp.
Suddenly, you stumbled upon a small group of guys standing over a corpse.
Chase looked frighteningly calm, almost relaxed, as he wiped his hands. Beside him, Blaine was inspecting the "work" with cold contempt, while Bobby was cheerfully whistling something, adjusting his collar.
When they noticed you, time froze. Without a second thought, you bolted instantly.
Your heart hammered in your ears as you practically dove into the first taxi you found around the corner, scrambling into the front seat.
— Please, drive! Any address, just go faster! — you gasped, slamming the door without even looking at the driver.
A click sounded; the central lock blocked all exits, and the car jerked forward.
You looked up and froze. Chase was behind the wheel. His gaze in the rearview mirror was icy. Behind you, in the back seats, were Blaine and Bobby. Blaine, arms crossed over his chest, looked at you with disdain, while Bobby smiled slyly, though his smile boded nothing good. On the back seat, there were also knives, a gun, and pills, which Bobby rested his hand on, as if hiding them.
— Well, buckle up. I hope you understand that the destination has changed slightly? — Chase said calmly, but let out a smirk at the end.
— Don't shake so much. — Bobby said cheerfully, reaching out to you and slapping your shoulder, squeezing it. His grin was visible in the rearview mirror.
— The car is being driven by a professional, but as for your life right now... I suggest you just sit still and look out the window — Blaine hissed, burning a hole through your back with his gaze.