❝What would it take to get rid of you?" His jaw ticks, icy blue eyes glowering at me.
"A million dollars, my phone and an octopus," I shrug, grinning.❞
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Renee's not exactly an innocent angel. She has done her fair share of crimes. But when she...
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Chapter 3 | Amor
⋇ Rhys Black⋇
Nothing ever made me lose my cool like Noah does with no effort. His taunting eyes that I wish I could gorge out with an ice cream scooper. His permanent sneer at things I loved, a silent threat to take them away with just a brief distraction he gets. I hated him because he knew parts of me not even my closest members knew, I hated him because he used them to ruin my life and kill my sister.
I could still hear her scream.
Punch. I duck, then land a side jab on the punching bag.
Then a few more punches until my arms beg for a break and my bruised side from when that fucker stabbed me (more like cut me) starts aching. Break is for the weak.
"Break is for the weak," my dad said, making eye contact as I collapse. "Taking a break and falling in love are words weakling use, you hear me? You're the toughest kid I know, Will."
Heaving like I was drowning, my 15 year old self rises from my seat, using the iron hived cage as a clutch. Then I finish the guy in two punches. I caught my father's proud smile, the ones rarely shot towards me.
Punch.
In that moment I knew this was me. One day I'd take after my dad in his infamous gang, and I'd make him proud. He won't miss my brother anymore.
When I return home, I puke my guts out. My mom was crying as she watches me stumble out into the kitchen, embracing me in a hug as I sobbed. "I'm so sorry," she says, "I'm so sorry I can't give you a better life, Will."
Punch. Roundkick.
I'm losing. In my head, I'm always losing. I just didn't know to who.
"Rhys, honey."
I roll my eyes at the familiar voice, turning around to - surprise, surprise - Cam leaning on the doorway of the gym with a cup of green tea in his hand. Disgusting. "What do you want?"
"Ooh, this seems personal, babe. Should I leave you to it?" His devious smirk widens.
Cam is the kind of guy that flirts with every human he meets - once, he couldn't lay off Santa in his younger brother's Christmas party and we got kicked out from the house. He always has a mischievous spark in his eye and a trick up his sleeve, but his natural charisma lets him get away with it. In short, if he hasn't fucked up your day, then he's about to.
The only reason I allow him in a mile radius from me is because of his skilled hands. Even though we are financially striving now - we even have a group home at Alywood - during the early days of the gang him being a master at deceit and robbery was what kept us afloat. I'm forever grateful for that.
