Chapter 2

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"Are we all ready?" I said stacking my guns in the back of my car.

Freya and Kirra walked out of the house after hearing the sound of my voice. Kirra was dressed in a skimpy outfit but I wasn't complaining, she had the body for it.

Freya was wearing clothes that covered her but still showed the shape of her body which is what I expected.

They went to their cars that were parked beside mine and Kirra stopped and looked at me through the window. "Is that what your wearing?" Kirra asked looking at my outfit.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked confused. I was wearing jeans and a baggy shirt.

"Here, put this on instead" she demanded reaching into her backseat and throwing a small top at me through the windows.

"It's a bit small don't you think?" I said holding the top up in front of me with my pointer and thumb.

"It's perfect" she said smiling and putting her windows up.

I pulled off my shirt and put on the small fishnet top.

I started my car and headed off down the packed Mexican streets

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I started my car and headed off down the packed Mexican streets. Latina skanks wandered around nightclubs, some with their pimps.

I hit a button on the dash and Freya and Kirra's voice echoed through my car.

"When we get there, I'm going to need you two to pinpoint Genshin and his gang"

"What are you going to do?" Freya asked.

"Have a few drinks" I smiled to myself before hanging up and stepping on the accelerator. I could hear Freya and Kirra speed up behind me and people walking on the streets ran out of the way.

After a while of driving we came to a clearing of nothing but dirt and in the distance was a massive warehouse.

Kirras voice came through my car "there it is, let's hope we're ready"

"I'm always ready" I said laughing to myself.

As we got closer more and more people appeared. The front yard was packed with cars. We pulled up out front and the music from inside could be heard through the thin walls.

"Something tells me I'm gonna enjoy this" Freya said smiling at the massive house. Colourful flashing lights beamed out of the window.

"Let's get inside, you two try and track down the gang. I'm gonna go make an entrance" I said strutting inside.

Kirra and freya followed me inside and went off into different directions.

Inside there was tables where gangs were playing poker and other gambling games. You would here an occasional yell of anger from someone that just lost a chunk of their pay check and a glass smashing. There were the gangs sluts on the dance floor grinding up against each other, sweat dripping from their bodies. Random couples making out against walls around the room. On the right of the room was a bar that had a few old depressed men with glasses of bourbon, very aesthetic of them. And a Dj at the back of the building on a stage.

I stopped at the bar and leaned over the sticky counter staring at the bartender that was cleaning a cup. He was a scruffy looking man, maybe in his 30s, but under the facial hair he had some very attractive features.

"What do you want?" He asked with an inviting smile.

"Just a few shots of whiskey please" I asked politely.

He filled a shot glass expertly and slid it over the hardwood counter to me. I downed it like water.

"You gonna pay for that?" He asked staring at me and stalling.

I pulled my bra down baring my chest and his eyes widened "another please" I asked smirking at him.

He reached over and gave me the full whiskey bottle "you can have that..." he said nervously. I took the bottle and took a swig. Suddenly I felt eyes on me. I looked behind me into the crowd and saw one of the smaller gangs staring at me gawking.

I stared at the leader and he approached me.

"Who's bitch are you?" He asked staring at my ass.

"I'm no one's fuck toy, and what's a little boy like you doing here anyway?" I asked.

I was genuinely concerned and almost couldn't contain my laughter at this boys confidence. He didn't seem ready for the things that go down here. His arms were thinner than a needle. I didn't see any weapons on him. He could easily be killed here. It was a regular occurrence.

"Little boy? I don't think so" I watched him go to grope me and I grasped his wrist twisting it and putting him on the ground holding my foot over his crotch.

"Be careful around here, you might get hurt" I said giving him doll eyes. I let him go and turned, continuing through the mass of dancing sluts, taking constant mouthfuls of my whiskey.

I saw freya flirting with the Dj. She was smart, she got up to higher ground so she could spot who we were looking for easier. I'll be giving her a pat on the back for that later.

I leaned on the bottom of the stairs beside the Dj and waited for her to come down to me.

"Seen them anywhere?" I asked.

"No sign of them...yet" she said taking the whiskey out of my hands and taking a swig "what did you do this time to get this?" She said smirking at me.

"The usual" i said smiling at her cockiness "what do you mean yet?" I asked her going back to the serious conversation.

"The races haven't started, they'll come out of hiding when that starts"

I grabbed her chin in appreciation roughly, nodded and let go walking away.

I pulled out my phone calling Kirra "anything yet?" I asked kirra.

"You could say that. I went out to the racing track and heard a couple talking about how Genshin will be heard to beat tonight. They'll be here"

"Good girl, keep an ear out" I said hanging up.

I walked over to the stage where a dark man with braids was rapping. The one and only Christian Lyme, nicknamed 'Dimebag'. Fitting, he had money, but that's all he really had. I started sending Freya over to him to get us weed and the 3 of us became close with him. He was a funny, sarcastic bastard. Someone I trusted. Popular with the girls as well.

All the half naked girls were reaching over the stage and screaming his name.

I stood by the side of the stage with my hands on my hips smiling. He turned and looked at me.

Uh oh.

"I'd like you all to meet a close friend of mine" he yelled into the microphone. I could see the look on his face, he was enjoying the attention.

The crowd roared and he grabbed my wrist pulling me up.

"I'd like everyone to meet...SIREN!" He yelled.

My nickname was siren because I had the voice of an angel but I was deadly.

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