My Gangster Girl and Me.

Chapter 12

Alex's P.O.V.

"So, who we talking to?" I asked Victor as we made our way across the parking lot.

This diner, situated right on the exit from town, was surrounded by a dense, bleak-looking forest on all sides. It was much like the other one, small and quiet, but this one was a bit modern looking, with sleek, shiny metal counters and table tops. It had booths lined up on one side and the bar on the other, with circular tables in space in between.

"Stones," he replied. He was holding a duffle bag in one hand, and his pistol in the other one – that lovely thing – so that he had to use his elbow to hold the door open for me.

This was one of the places in town where sighting guns was not really a big deal. A lot of gangs and criminal organizations used it as a middle point for their business, and so did we. Sure, we did get a few awed and respectful nods here and there, the owner acknowledged our presence with a big smile from behind the counter before scrambling to get our regular orders in, but no one really did a double take on two kids like us, all dressed up and waving guns in the air.

"They are here," Victor pointed said, pointing to three men who occupied one of the round tables at the back.

"They look like fucking idiots," I muttered.

I had little patience for lackeys or even their bosses. I had little patience for literally everything.

These goons were loud, obnoxious, and rowdy, that much was apparent at first glance. They hovered over the table bickering and I am pretty sure that even the fry cooks could hear them.

One of them in particular was taller and more muscular than the others, and he had an air of inferiority about himself. When we approached the table, the other two looked like they were going to jump at each other. One of them, built like a tank, with thick, black curly hair, was already half out of his chair, while the other, lanky with a blonde ponytail had his fists shaking on the table. They hardly noticed Victor and me.

"Let's get this over with quickly," Victor murmured to me before he cleared his throat, in order to get their attention.

All of them shut up and moved in sync to turn towards us. A deep silence rang through the dinner, I almost let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, hello there," curly hair had a completely different façade on now, he looked calm and sharp, eyes holding an edge as he gave the both of us a once over, "Please have a seat."

The way that they had arranged themselves was such that the empty seats were closer to the wall at the back of the diner, while the three of them sat grouped together on the other end, clearly blocking our way to the entrance. We did not even have to look at each other, Victor and I, to know that these three would be nothing for us to handle, if it came down to a fight, both physical as well as a shootout, so when we simply walked around them to our chairs, it was a big power move, noticed by every single person in the place. The three of them sat up straighter, even more alert now.

"Let's get this over with quickly," Victor repeated, out loud now, his face bored and all business.

"How are you, Alex?" ponytail smirked at me, the sleaziest look plastered on his face. I wanted to lean over and slap him.

I simply growled back, which in turn only seemed to amuse him.

I was very aware of the fact that I was literally the only girl in here, which was usually the case in many events like this. It was hard, in a way, these men, always on me like dogs. To make them respect me, that was one of the hardest parts of this whole gig. These men, they did not want to accept the fact that a woman – a girl – held more power in a room than literally all of them put together, they could not swallow the fact that I could – and would – rip them, their whole lives, apart with a single word if I wanted to, with my own bare hands. I was an anomaly in this world.