Angel With a Shotgun

D U E

Everyone in the compound looked like they could kill you with a glance. Some were smoking, others were fighting in a ring, a few others were laughing and drinking at the bar at the far end of the place. Though, once we pulled in, they all stopped what they were doing and gathered around us.

Stepping out of the car with Gavin's help, I could get a better view. It looked like a training grounds for war. There were three stories that had rails to keep people from falling into the huge arena in the middle. Lined up on the walls, were handguns, rifles, swords, daggers, spikes, axes and other weapons that I never knew existed outside of government walls. The ceiling was so high up you'd think we were outside. Spotlights made up for the lighting, though it was still pretty dark.

Jason began giving orders to those gathered. "Little sister, go get the doctor... Evan, go get a sandwich and some water for this girl right here." He pointed to me in Gavin's arms. "Dalton, my man, go get a room ready with some blankets; make sure she's comfortable. And finally, Noah, take care of the two rotting men in the trunk. Bleach everything."

     They all went off with a "Yes, sir," before leaving for their duties.

     "Once you're feeling a little better, we'll show you around the place." Gavin said.

     "I can't stay for long. I have to go back to the apartment before my friends wake up." I argued.

     "Well, if you go back now while you're hurting, you'll be sure to wake them."

     "They can't know that a place like this or people like us exist. You being here already is dangerous enough as it is." Jason said coldly.

     "Right. Which leads up to my many questions of who are you and what is this place?" I asked.

     Gavin gestured to the arena with open arms. "This is the headquarters for La Banda, our gang, lead by Italy's very own Jason Barsotti, here."

     Jason smirked. "Bellissima, benvenuto. This is a very special place to me. While you're here there's only one rule." He paused before exclaiming, "There are no rules! Except for the fact of course that this place remains secret. We don't want certain people getting suspicious."

     He winked his hazel eye at me, and I swear I could've died. I wouldn't let him see that, though.

     Dalton came back confirming that a room was ready. He had light brown hair and green eyes. His jawline could cut a rock. He appeared to be around 6'2.

     "Good, now bring her up." Jason told him.

     Gavin picked me up bridal style and Dalton lead us to a small grey room on the second story. There was a full bed with white sheets and a black comforter. There was a window that overlooked the East River and Brooklyn.

     Gavin laid me on the bed, and I moaned since it felt like it had been forever since I've last touched soft sheets.

     "Woah, girl, there's children present." Gavin said referring to Dalton.

     "Hey, don't let me stop y'all. I'm a big fan of theatre." Dalton raised his hands in surrender as he sat at the end of the bed.

     "Ew, I don't want any of y'all. I'm already taken to this bed." I said jokingly.

     Both Gavin and Dalton gasped putting a hand over their hearts.

     "Y'all are soft for gangster men." I pointed out.

     "You just met us. Believe me, we're assholes on the field." Dalton said.

     Gavin nodded. "It's what we have to do."