Double Trouble

Chapter One

Chapter One:

James P.O.V

For some reason I can't seem to understand why I get death glares from all these cops. Oh, right. I thought to myself. I can never seem to give them enough of me. So many of them parading the scrapes and bruises I had given earlier. Not my best work; but certainly not my last. They always come crawling back. Anyways, I look around and I noticed that they changed the walls and a lot of the new rookie cops are here now. I internally laugh at that. The female rookie don't think that I see them but I know all to well that they are undressing me with their eyes.

"James you're here again?" I look up and I see Detective Jason sporting her crooked smile. Believe when I say this, she is the definition of hot. No joke. She is like my older sister to me though. She recently was engaged to her now fiancé. I mean seriously about time, right?

"Hey Dina, how's it going?" I say lying back on the bench, well since this situation isn't anything new might as well get comfy right?

"Well, you cool cucumber; I'm having a hectic life with the in-laws." She sighed as if she just witnessed a puppy murder. This is why I only hook up, have fun and release. Ain't nobody got time for that! I chuckle at her struggles. "Anyways, what did you this time?" She asked oh so curiously, while drinking her big gulp. She's so tiny, where the hell does the drink even go?

"Basically," I yawned while ruffling my semi short jet-black hair. "I hot-wired a 2001 Yamaha YZF-RI and took for a joy ride." I paused to remember the show just moments ago. "Then the bitch who owned it got all pissy and called these lovely storm troopers." I waved my hand at the crowd of hustling cops. "I was going to give it back, it's not like I don't have the same one in 4 other colors."

"Ha! Nice job man, you never know when to stop this show do you?" She took another gulp and sat at her desk getting settled in her night shift. "Wait, I thought you had a tricked out Yamaha with all the turbo sh*t added to it." She looked up at me with confusion.

"Yeah, but I felt a little rusty in the wiring skills; I felt a little extra mischievous today anyway." I said winking at her with my crystal stoned eyes. "But hey, I can always say that I missed my amazing friend." I laugh at that comment. Her blank face made me wonder why I haven't hung out with her more. Damn her facial expressions kill me.

"AlI can say is that you have a crap load of cash so why do even bother?" She puts her drink down and looks at me with concern. "I get this bad boy image yet, it's not you. You're brilliant and you have to looks Adonis would be jealous of. All I'm saying is this life your are living is alright for now but what about the life you'd want to have with special lady-or even a family of some sort." I sighed again, but this time she saw a child in need.

"Don't look at me like that," I warn her, "I don't want their money and they don't need me. They want me around for their personal gain. They never loved me and they never will after what happened to Suzy." I slam my hand on the glass window to get the cops', who arrested me, attention. "Let me out you moron and you can have your job tomorrow and not be sent to the marines with my crazy captain uncle Jack." I look at him with the deadliest glare ever. He took a step back and I knew I won again. HE fumbled his hands on the handcuff and I was growing impatient. "See ya Dina and good luck with the in-laws." I gave her a wave and walked out. Not like I was going o stay there for long anyways.

It's so cold when I walk out. I put on my lucky jacket and look around for the bike. Damn they took it. I have to go by foot now, great. Note the sarcasm. Walking is so boring, ugh! I thought to myself. I look around and I saw one of the crew members that work for me. It looks like he is having a make out session with someone. I put on my hood and began to sneak to the alley he had her in. I can hear moaning and damn it sounded so good. Call me a pervert, but hell, I am a guy remember. Anyways, I finally hear the words and not cave person grunts.

"Sam, I can't do this here." The mystery says women while trying to catch her breath.

"Andrea, please I can't keep my hands off of you anymore. I don't want you to see with that jackass of a step-father either. You know what he did you." My ears can't be right, Andrea, the girl that belongs to the rival gang across town?! Oh, this is too good. I thought to myself. "I wish I can do something, but it's not on my level." He punches the dumpster.

See, this is how it works around here. Level one: bench work, basically people that do the slimy work. Like sell the weed and take the blame; plus some other stuff. Level two: warrior, protectors of the boss and they interrogate the suspected snitch. Level three: Right hand man/advisor, self explanatory, but it's the level closest to the boss. They also go into the sub-unit Hawks since they hear and see everything you do. Level four: Sprouts, the boss's kids that go into the business when it's time to take over. Then there is last but not the least Level five: Package deal, this is where I come in. I have the brains to command all the top heist. Then I have the brute strength from direct training with the boss's trainer. I am also the one person that can be seen and move away like a shadow. I'm guessing Sam got demoted and punished again. When you get caught in doing something not approved you get a level strip and a beating. I think he was stripped to a one. Then I thought of something. This will be interesting.

"Well, I think in can help." I step out of the shadow and give the stoned couple my known ice eyes and smirk. I love my job. This is what I do and enjoy doing. And it's not going to stop for some chick.