Arrangement : with the gang leader

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"I'm worried about you, Love. Please, talk to me" he pleads but my mind is elsewhere. 

Ever since I woke up to the realization that my baby is really gone, I just haven't been the same. I finally understand what it's like to lose a child and I would never wish that on even my worst enemy, however in this case, I might just help give my enemies the experience too. For character development, you know? 

I found her. She was trying to get away seeing as Damien knows everything now. She thinks Damien is who she should be worried about but little does she know that she has worse demons on her shoulder now. 

I've been tailing her since I found her and if anything, whatever Damien had planned for her is nothing compared to the hell I am about to bring onto her. I know we're supposed to let go but this is different. You understand, right? This is my blood and I want blood too. A whole pool full of blood. 

"Lerato!" Damien snaps me back to reality. 

I turn to face him, void of emotions. 

He sighs, "I'm going to sort something out real quick no bafo but I'll be back in 15 minutes. Nelly is on her way here," he says before planting a soft kiss on my forehead and I give him a tight smile. 

He leaves and I can finally get to work. I have been doing everything behind his back because I don't want any interruptions with this plan. I know he'll want to take over and this is not a mission that I will lay down and watch something taking over. I have to do this myself - rogue style.

"Shave all the hair on her body. Everything will start tomorrow. " I say to Leonard. 

Leonard is one of my people. He, too, is a rogue. I trained him myself while I was going through training too - as part of my training. My dad always said that just because we're rogue doesn't mean we don't work with other people. Or rather, make other people work for us. 

A wise man knows that he can not do all things by himself, alone. 

"That's already done, ma'am" he says and I smirk. 

"Are my things ready?"

"Yes ma'am" 

I hang up the phone. Another thing is that I can't share everything with him. Or anyone else for that matter. Working with people doesn't mean they have to know your business. They just need to know what their roles are and stick to those. If they ever choose to go against your word then maybe they are better off dead.

Call it cruel, I don't give a shit. That's life.

I took my bag with my change of clothes and left, getting into the Uber. You can't honestly think that I'd use my own car now, would you? While Damien and my brother still breathe? No, thank you. I don't want to be tracked down.

When I arrive at the location, I pay the Uber driver - cash of course -and walk into the small bust-down building. It has a foul smell to it and old walls that look like they are breaking apart. I let myself in and walked through the passage. As I walk through, noises can be heard from all around. Moans, screams, hip hop music blasting through the speakers, shouting of drunk mean and some are probably high off their minds. 

I enter a blue door and find him waiting behind the computer with a glint of a smirk.

"Right on time, as always," he says in a hoarse voice. 

I don't respond but instead, just take a seat in front of him. 

"Acid, coke, hazel dust, sense enhancer, blue liquid, and numbing spray," he says, handing over a bag to me.

"You never disappoint" I smirk. 

"You have my favor, always," he says with a thick accent and I nod, understanding that this to him is way more than just a transaction.