Running With the Night

Mist

"Let's go," I shout to my best friend, Jocelyn, as I start running. She pulls the mask off of her face and blows her platinum blonde hair out of the way. 

"I don't know if you've noticed," she hauls the bag up to her shoulders, "but running with a bag of guns and ammo isn't exactly easy." I laugh as she starts to catch up to me. 

"I'm sure the heels don't help either," Jocelyn has an obsession with heels, almost to a fault. Always wearing a pair of black or silver heels, even on our gang runs. Everyone with the Night has some trademark; mine is dresses, I am always in a small black dress. Jocelyn's is heels, Reyah's is knives and Zoe loves her jewelry.  

Jocelyn huffs out a laugh, "you know I can kill in heels better than you in a dress." She's right, doesn't mean I need to tell her. I just shake my head as we round the corner to our alley. The van is right on time. Joss and I hop up into the big black van, Zoe grabs my hand to help me balance as Reyah speeds away. 

"Do you think they know it's the Night?" Zoe questions me. 

"Of course they know it's us, who else wears heels and a dress to steal government papers?" The four of us laugh at that, "did we get everything we need?" I shoot a glance at Jocelyn. 

"Yeah, the boys at the Mist will be happy." The Mist is our brother gang, we are the crime bosses of all of Michigan. While the Night is all ladies - and very much more powerful - the Mist provides us with the manpower, literally. It's not something to hide that a man can and usually is better at hand-to-hand. Especially when we can brag about being better with guns and knives. 

Since the boys got themselves caught last night, we had to help a cop decide to look the other way. He simply misplaced some paperwork and files so that the boys stay clean. It was easy for us, we're small enough and light enough that we can crawl through vents. Then we drop a smoke bomb, wait for the police to do their sweep, and then the smoke alarms go off. We're in and out before the firefighters get there. 

Speaking of firefighters, "that one's pretty," I point to one of them standing by their truck. 

"Hair's too blond," Reyah only likes dark-haired, dark-skinned, dark-eyed boys. I can't say I blame her. She has the biggest crush - no, we're not in middle school although she acts like it around him - on Cayle from the Mist. He's the only dark-skinned boy in the group, the rest are light-skin or white. The leader, Aaron, is light-skin; blue eyes, dark, curly hair, 6'1. He's really fine, but we have a strict Work-Don't-Date rule. Reyah seems to think it doesn't apply to her - Cayle loves playing off of it. Dexter and Reese are gay, causing no interference between the Mist and the Night. Honestly, they are my favorite relationship, aside from Zoe and Joss. Zoe and Jocelyn have been dating since their freshman year in high school, we're all 22 now. Well, I'm 24. Reese and Aaron are 26 - twins. Cayle is 23, and Dexter is 29. Yeah, we're getting old. 

We ride the rest of the way in silence, driving in circles and patterns around the city to make sure no one is on our tail. Stopping at the dock, Reyah tells us all to strap up. Funny because she loves knives, but I strap a Glock to my thigh and chuckle to myself. Glocks are our go-to, they're simple and easy. Most efficient for runs.

Opening the van I look to Joss, "can I get the files? I gotta talk to Aaron anyways." She smirks but hands me them, she's the only one that knows about Aaron and me. Well, there's nothing to know anymore. We met at a wedding, slept together, and figured out we both run the biggest mafias in our state. We've kept it purely professional since, and honestly, I hate how arrogant and cocky he is. He always has a different woman on his arm, always compromising our security for a one-night stand. 

Walking into his office, I hear him on the phone. I give him a quick knock and peek my head in. He looks up and nods. I step in and take a seat on his dark leather couch, looking around. I haven't been in his office in a couple of months, it still looks the same, of course. He's pacing his office in an all-black suit, he must've just gone to a meeting.