"Ha ha. No. We're all going. Who knows if she is held hostage by psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers, who are waiting for us to come so that they can throw their ninja-star blades on us. Or slice us in a clean half from our waist in one...
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NEWT
Heart beating up my throat, I look at the weapons pointed at us. I look at Addie and my fury bubbles up even more, seeing her all slammed up against the man's chest and his arms wrapped around her head. He's got in her in complete deadlock.
I try to think of a way, a way to wiggle out this situation or to get Addie away from the man.
Maybe if I snatch a weapon from them.
No, they'll kill all of us. They won't even bait and eye and slaughter all of us.
I force in a bile rising up my throat.
We are bloody fucked.
"Listen," Tommy says, his both arms raised and take a step towards Jorge, "we're not random shanks shown up in your doorstep. We are valuable. Alive and not dead."
What the bloody hell? What if they hate WICKED and will kill us for being even remotely associated with them?
Anger on Jorge's faces lessens and a spark of curiosity etches on his face. He tilts his head and asks, "What is a shank?"
Really? You are keeping us on the bloody edge of a death cliff and that is all that you wanna ask?
I imagine myself grabbing the scruff of his neck and bashing his head on the pillar.
"Me and you. Ten minutes. That's all I ask. Get all the weapons you need." Tommy says.
Jorge bursts into pearls of laughter. "Sorry to burst you bubble, kid, but I don't need any weapon to protect myself with." Jorge thinks for a moment, a moment that feels like an hour. "Ten minutes." He looks at his group.
"Stay with these punks here. If I find anything fishy, rain down blood." His gaze settles on the man gripping Addie. "Kyle, don't kill the girl yet. Keep her on leash." Tommy spears a last glance at us, anxiety filled in his eyes and follows Jorge out of the room.
Kyle, loosens his grip on Addie and clutches her shoulders, forcing her harshly on the floor. Addie whines at the brute force applied on her. Her stoic expression flickers into a small smirk.
What the hell is she thinking? Is she thinking to face these Cranks by herself?
She's gonna get herself killed. She looks at me and I whip my head side to side. No! No!
"What happened to you, fresh-meat?" a woman near me whispers dangerously.
"Nothing."
She lurks near me and places the tip of her machete on my cheek. Bea grabs my hand and tugs it, clearly a signal to not to do anything. I gasp at the coldness of the metal, my heart beating out of my chest.
