Streetrace's Daughter

Chapter 3 *non edited*

I was woken up by shouting and screaming. I shot up from my bed and stormed out of the trailer. It was pure chaos. I climbed onto the trailer to get a clear a view of what was happening. It looked like all the racers were fighting people dressed in pure black and the others were just running around yelling. Let me tell you, there were a lot of people dressed in black.

I hopped down from the trailer and moved towards our makeshift podium, knocking out a few guys and getting good morning greetings from racers, even though it wasn't morning.

As I reached the podium, I picked up the mike and held it close to the speakers. It made a loud screeching sound resulting in everybody stop fighting and cover their ears. When they had all stopped fighting, I slowly pulled the mike away from the speaker.

"Good morning everyone! Isn't it a wonderful morning? Especially when you get woken up by screaming and look around to see this place completely trashed." I said into the mike, trying to not let my anger get the better of me. I looked around and saw a dude dressed in black and pulled him onto the podium.

"Now why don't you tell me who you work for?" I calmly asked him, putting my face completely into his.

"Fuck you b*tch!" He said and was about to spit me in the face. Luckily he wasn't fast enough because I had already knocked him out with a headbutt and was already looking for the next guy to be my victim. I grabbed another guy and he started spouting chinese. I immediately kicked him in the balls because there was no use for him if I couldn't understand him and took the next black guy nearest me. You would think that they were smart enough to look away when I knocked out the first guy but nope! What idiots.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Was all he kept repeating.

"Who do you work for?" I asked him sliding the tip of my knife down his neck though not hard enough to draw blood.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Crocodile! I work for crocodile!" He said as I let him go.

"Well then! I suggest everyone who works for crocodile goes home! Because I am not in the mood to deal with this right now!" I yelled into the mike at the crowd and I saw a lot of people scurry away like rats.

I sighed and felt someone put a hand on my shoulder. Thinking it was one of... Let's call them crocs. Like the shoes! Anyways. Thinking it was one of them, I yelled,

"CROC," and swung him over my shoulder and sat down on his back bending his arm into a position where I easily could break it if needed.

"Calm down Lega! It's me! And did you just call me a croc? Like the shoe?" The big lump of meat said. Then I realized who it was.

"Oh I'm so sorry! And yes I just called you a croc and in my mind I called you a big lump of meat!" I said to Dan that sat on the ground rubbing his arm.

"So what's up?" I asked him as he stood up dusting of his butt.

"You know those guys that were just here?" He said as I nodded.

"They may have been after me..." He said avoiding my now very curious gaze.

"Why? Is there something you forgot to tell me?"

"I know who crocodile is. His name is Carlo Francesco and he may be my worst enemy..." He said.
All I could do was stand there shocked at what I just heard.

"And he may be out to kill me."

"What?!" I stared at him. How could he not have told me this earlier?!

"They're... Your... WHAAAAAAT?!" I couldn't believe this guy! He must have raging hormones or something because nobody "forgets" something as big as that!

"Sorry but its true." He said shrugging.

"They..." I couldn't do anything else but look dumbfounded at him, until I heard someone yell my name from the crowd. I turned around to see my father running towards me. When he reached us I asked him,

"Did you know that a certain Carlos Francesco is after his head?!" I yelled at my dad pointing at Dan who was rubbing his arm.

"Yes. And that's why you are now assigned as his personal bodyguard. You will-"

"WHAT?!"

"-protect him from Francesco and make sure he doesn't get hurt because if he does, we won't get those 50.000 bucks he promised us." He said.

Hmm... 50.000 bucks, huh? Not as bad as I thought.

I slowly leaned towards my dad.

"How many procent?" I slowly asked him and he smirked.

"25% if he doesn't get hurt." He answered.

"No. 50%."

"Absolutely not. 30%."

"Too low. How about 35%?"

"Deal." My dad answered and we shook hands. I beckoned for Dan to follow me and went to the trailer to get my stuff.

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It was late evening and we were standing in front of a small apartment complex.

"Is this where you live?" I asked Dan and he nodded. He began walking up the stars and stopped infront of a door with the number 13 on it. Not a lucky number at all. I remember when I was 13! But that's another story for later.

As he opened the door I saw a glint of something silver. I pulled him back, away from the door, and pulled a knife from my belt hearing a loud thud as it collided with the swinging object. As I looked closer I saw that it was a long blade that was very sharp and would definitely have cut right through Dan if I hadn't moved him.

"You should be more careful if you know someone's out to kill you." I told him helping him up from the floor.

"Sorry for pushing you."

"It's alright. Thanks." He answered and walked through the door, carefully avoiding the sharp blade. I followed right after him and was horrified at what I saw.

But was hit me first was the smell.

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Sorry for not updating in a long time and when I finally do, it's a short chapter so sorry!

I know you requested another chapter so here it is! A little late. No very late and I am so sorry for that!

Anyways! I will try to update again as soon as I can!

If you have any ideas for how you would like to see the story proceed, give me a heads up with a comment or a message and I'll see if I can fit it in ;D

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