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Chapter Two

A/N: 'Are You Ready' reached 400 reads! Woo! *party cracker noises* So for that, may I present a double upload, hope you enjoy it!

Chapter Two - Choose

Saturday, 11th April 2020

ZACHARY

Her question stunned me. She, the girl I fell for, is asking if I'm ready to be in a relationship with her.

"I am, Kryst."

My voice was filled with confidence and she gave me a smile before grabbing my hand and leading me back up to her room, presumably to go wash the...blood...off her.

I don't even want to know if it's hers, or someone else's. How did it even get on her? I'm so confused and I hope she's in the mood to answer the questions swirling in my head.

She closed her bedroom door and asked me to sit on the bed before walking into the bathroom.

I sat down and a little while later, heard the shower running. Her showering gave me some time to think about what I saw.

Diamond and her brothers walked in covered in blood and weapons. They acted like it was another day and I'm getting more confused. I tried to pry information out of the red-haired guy but he kept his lips shut.

Speaking of him, I noticed how he was worried about her. Buuuuut, it looked like 'more than friends' worried and not an 'employer-employee' worried.

Hmm...

Before my mind could open up more questions, the bathroom door slid open, and out came Diamond, clean of any blood.

"You have questions," she stated and I nodded. She hung up her towel and walked to sit next to me.

"Fire away."

I stared at my hands in my lap, "Explain everything."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and she sighed, "My family is the leader of one of the most feared gangs, Crystal Undead. As of now, my brothers and I lead because my parents...well..."

She hesitated a little before continuing, "They're dead."

My eyes widened and I wrapped my arms around her, "I'm sorry, Diamond."

She laughed humourlessly and pulled away, "It's fine, they've been dead for years."

"If you don't mind, when did they pass?"

"April 10, 2006."

So yesterday was their death anniversary. Damn.

"Can you tell me what happened after them?" I asked and she bit her lip, "Well, I started to not care about school, skipping whenever I can with Sam. We got expelled every few months and would enroll in another. My dad's second-in-command helped us modify our resume so we could get in."

She stopped and looked at me, silently asking me if I had a question, which I did, "Then how do you...?"

"Do well in school?" she finished and I nodded.

"I'm actually smart. That's one of the reasons why Kris lets me skip sometimes. He knows I can easily catch up."

I nodded and she continued, "When I got to middle school, I started to dye my hair a different color every time I get to a new school. But this hair color," she touched the ends of her hair, "It's the eighth time I'm having it."

I wrapped my hand around hers as she played with her hair, "Is there a reason behind it?"

"In the gang world, I'm known as Harley Quinn. The hair signifies that I'm just as crazy as her. And fearless. I need those traits if I want to survive. I change it from time to time to have some variation, but no matter what, this ties me to this life. A constant reminder of who I am."

I rubbed my thumb softly on her hand before pulling away. She took that as a sign to continue, "Today's events were unplanned. I was genuinely excited to hang out but we were interrupted. An ally gang was attacked by an enemy. We went to help and got a little messy."

"What about Ezrick?" I asked and she answered, "We met when I was 17. He was a new kid like Sam and I. We started dating as a couple the next month and dated for six months before he heard Kris, KT, and I talk about business. We had to make him forget, but he remembered three years later and that's why he's in the gang."

I raised an eyebrow at that, "He's in?" She nodded, "Sam too and he has the most accurate aim we've ever seen, basically never misses just like Deadshot from DC."

I soaked in the information and asked again, "When was your first kill?"

"When I was ten. A guy taunted me and it pushed me to have my first."

I bit my lip and asked another question, "Do you have any scars?"

She nodded before lifting up her shirt until her chest. Her torso was completely filled with scars of different kinds. There were slashes, bullet wound scars, and others. They were faded but still there.

I gently reached out to touch a scar that stood out. It was a few centimeters long and had raised skin.

"That was my first wound. An enemy shoved a knife in me in an attempt to kill me and make the gang crumble when I was thirteen."

I ran my thumb over the skin and leaned in to place a small kiss on it. I would kiss every scar every day, just to remind her of how strong she is.

I pulled away and she let the shirt drop back down, "So now you know the dark truth of the Estrada family. Now I'm giving you two choices."

I nodded for her to continue.

"Join or leave."

Thank you for choosing to read RON.

See you!

-Phantom