GangLeader

Don't Screw Up

When the door finally clicked shut I just walked back over to my chair and sat down. Completely ignoring the fact that Brock was still in my office. I started fittling with my gun once again. I spun my chair to face the new Brock and suddenly my vision tunneled at the sight of his resemblance.

Across the way stood him. The boy who changed everything in my life. The boy who forced me into losing my family for this stupid, not-existent thing called love. He told me he loves me. He told me he cared. Too bad that at that moment I didn't know that there is no thing called love. Too bad at that moment I was too absorbed at the though of being loved that I fell for the first guy who said those three words. "I'm giving you three seconds to turn away before I kill you," I snarled pulling out my loaded gun and directing it at his heart for proof. And with that I thought he was out of my life forever. Notice it was just a little thought.

I was brought back to reality by shaking. My eyes shot open like a bullet train. I felt a cold sweat across my brow and shivers running down my spine. I sat there in shock for minutes, months, maybe even years- surprised at the flashback I just had. I hadn't even thought about that bastard in years, but now with one mere boy it rushes at me like a train in the night.

"CARTER KELSON!! COME ON! EVERYBODY ELSE IS NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO THE SCREAMS!! WAKE UP!!" Brock yelled in my face.

I sat there for a second more, staring off. Seeing Greyt that close to me I did a round house punch in his jaw.

"Ooooowwwwww! What the heck! Why'd you do that?" He groaned hold his defined jaw in his hand wincing at every touch.

"It's called self defense pal toughen up," I told him without a hint if expression revealing.

"Well who else do you think would be in your office? That was completely unnecessary!"

"You might be new, but nobody tells me what's necessary and unnecessary here! You need to get it through that skull of your's that you are no longer a free innocent being. You are now part of the most hated gang. If you ever doubt that I will not be afraid to personally pull the trigger at your head. Everybody here is family and we fight for each otherwise," I inform him rising from my desk and pacing around the office.

"Why do you need me? You said it yourself you're the leader of the most hated and hunted gang here. What's so special about me?"

"It's not the fact that you're special, which in some ways you are, it's what benefits the group. And obviously from your performance you have something to bring to the table."

"Oooook! Whatever you say Boss."

"Back on topic, you need to get into the swing of things here. I'll train you personally since you have fighting skills, but they need polishing. We're going out tomorrow and you're coming so be ready. I'll have Tara, Brooke, and Emily go and lay out your attire for tomorrow night soon.

"You need to listen will at this warning, you are brand new to this and you're very lucky to be coming out tomorrow. If you mess this up, in any way, you shall not make it out alive tomorrow. You'll be in the alleyway with the victim and I'll be the last sight you see."

"At least my last sight will be a good one," he mumbled. If I didn't have the instincts to listen for anything, I wouldn't have caught it.

I turn around and have his neck swiftly pinned behind my elbow. His head banged against the wall due to force. "Nobody calls me pretty," I growl looking straight into his green eyes.

"Gesh! Excuse me! Give me mercy!" He begged holding his hands like he'd been caught stealing the Hope Diamond.

"I give no mercy. And, in fact, you shouldn't give mercy now either. The person we're hunting out tomorrow gets what he deserves. If I find out you screwed this up for us the end result is going to be hard on you. And don't think this is an empty threat." I released him. "I'm getting Ryan to take you to your room. I'll be getting you later for training."

"As you wish."

I turned back and grabbed my phone.

To Ryan
Newbie needs to go to his room

From Ryan
I'm on my way now

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Yea yea yea! I know I'm a horrible person! I haven't updated in what almost three months! BUT I AM ALIVE!

So what should happen to Brock?

What do you think? I'm kinda wanting to know...

~Taylor @music_retro