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014 | Aiden

It's Tuesday afternoon.

Tomorrow is our date. I don't know how to feel. One moment I'm excited and the next I scared or nervous.

The day she stayed over at my house; I had dreamt about taking her on a date.

It obviously wasn't to the bowling alley. I'll think of this as a sample. I don't know what was going on in these idiot's heads when they did all this shit, but it is greatly appreciated.

I had planned on taking her on a picnic. There is this place I own where it's just a field of grass and flowers. There is this tree, and I could just imagine her underneath it. I would have brought some canvases to paint on. I would have also brought some books.

That's one thing we have in common. We both enjoy reading.

We would have enjoyed the sunset, laying down while I drank my green tea and she drank her coffee.

That date sounds perfect. Something that will definitely be on my bucket list.

I need to think of something to make this date at the bowling alley special. I want her to remember it for a certain reason. Not just because it's our first date. It needs to be special.

I just need to think harder.

Unfortunately, I had to leave school early, since there was something, I had to take care of.

I promised Juliet to call her or face time her later today.

Apparently, they found a dumb ass, trying to steal our weapons.

Our weapons are extremely important. They are what protects me and the gang. There is a certain amount of weapons we need each year, alongside ammunition. We would be nothing without the weapons.

Right now, I'm on my way to the warehouse, where they had Malcolm.

Malcolm was new to the gang. He obviously came with his intentions of stealing weaponry.

When I did a background check on him, I guess it was a little suspicious. He had been to jail before for having illegal substances on him.

He eventually got bailed out but when I tried to look for more information about him, I couldn't find it.

I must be an idiot to let him join. He's a very interesting person. He is probably twenty-five years old. No kids, wife, girlfriend, or family.

Nada.

He said he needed money to escape this lifestyle. I don't know where he got the idea that earning money from a gang would release him from this lifestyle.

I got to the warehouse and parked my car in the garage. Getting out of the car, some of the workers who worked on the cars greeted me.

Greeting them back, I walked inside. There were many people in the living room.

"Where is he," I said.

"He's in the basement," Andrew, one of the gang members said. I nodded and thanked him.

I walked slowly enjoying the time I had. I was in no rush, seriously I could just let him rot in the basement, but there's no fun in that.

I walked down the stairs. My footsteps echoed the hallways. The faint scent of blood and sweat was something I could smell before getting there.

We had about ten cells down here. Most of the time they were empty. We had no reason to actually keep people down here.

It's a nightmare.