Chapter 2

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I held my breath for as long as I could hitting my attacker trying to get loose. Then I had to breath. I smelled a sweet scent and everything went black.

Why does everything happen to me?

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I opened my eyes and felt a pounding in my head. I was in the back of a van?

"Owww." Then my attacker spoke,

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit your head."

"You hit my head ?!"

"Relax you with be fine." Someone spoke with authority, I bet he's the leader. Then that same person kept speaking,

"I'm going to get right to the point you're hot, if you actually tried dressing up, and we need a baiter in our gang, and if you joined our gang you will never be bullied again."

I looked closer at him letting my eyes adjust to the darkness.

"Michael? Michael Collins?"

"The one and only sweetheart."

"So let me get this straight, you want to join me FR502? You will always protect me?"

"Yes, but now it would be FR503, and everyone would know you. So are you in, and if you say no we have to kill you or send you off somewhere."

"I am absolutely in. When do I start?"

"Well first you have to dress the part and you need a nice car, and that stuff is already at your house. So we will drop you off at home and you wear what we put on your bed to school tomorrow, Got it?"

"Yes, but I still need the groceries I dropped."

"They are already in here."

Someone started driving back towards my house I noticed a Black Ferrari.

"You did not get me a Ferrari?"

"I did sweetheart." he smiled.

Michael helped me bring my groceries in the house. Once we put all the groceries away I hugged him. To my surprise he hugged me back, and when I pulled away he kept his hands at my waist.

"Thank you for the car and for protecting me."

"No problem sweetheart. You're mine now. No can touch you or even look at you."

I raised my eyebrow confused.

"What now-"

Before I could even finish my sentence his lips were on my forehead.

"Well I have to go I will see you at school, and the keys to your car is in your cookie jar where you keep your money."

"How the hell do you know where I keep my money!?"

"Sweetheart did you really think I was just going to let someone join my gang without background check and searching their home?"

He had a good point, but I didn't want to let him know that.

"Goodnight sweetheart, I will see you tomorrow."

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