The Gang Member Calls Me Kitten

Preparing For the Preparation

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•quick authors note•
Hi everyone! I know it's been a few years since I have last updated my book "The Gang Member Calls Me Kitten". I took a really long break and for a moment forgot about it. But recently I decided to keep the story going since many of you do like it. So without further ado here is the next updated chapter and I hope you all enjoy 🤍
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Oh. My. God.

They're in a Gang. A freaking Gang!

That's what they need my help with? To get back at the people who made their lives miserable? Who are these people anyway? I don't know them!

Megan laughed breaking the silence. She covered her face while still laughing. I always hated when Meg did that. She would cover her face so no one could see her smile. I've seen it of course. But everyone else unfortunately has not.

She stopped laughing and looked at Ashton. Megan chuckled a little and shook her head, "Seriously? A Gang? Do you really expect us to believe you? We're not idiots, Ashton!"

"Oh but you are. It's true blondie. My friends and I are in a gang." Andrew said.

Megan glared at him. I searched the others faces. It looks as if they're telling the truth. I was about to speak up but Megan beat me to it.

"Prove it." She said.

"How do you prove something like that?" Jake asked.

"I know how." Andrew got up and walked to the sliding door. "Follow me."

Everyone started following him outside. I looked at Megan and she raised an eyebrow. She gestured her head for me to come on.

We walked down the brick stairs onto the concrete. Megan and I followed them to the bigger part of the back yard. It was very big. The plush green grass went pretty far back. There were bushes and trees along the back of the wall. We stayed up top instead of going down the steps on the grass.

They soon stopped in front of a garage. Andrew and the others turned and faced Megan and I. I frowned and Megan shrugged.

"Okay? How is this proving to us that you guys are in a gang?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest.

Andrew smirked. He turned around and raised the garage door up. I gasped at what was inside. Weapons. Many, many weapons.

There were guns of many kind, knives of many kind, grenades of different sizes. There were even whips and chains. But the weird thing is, it was all organized. Guns and knives on the back wall, grenades and bullets on the left wall, and chains and whips on the right wall. There was a table at each wall and a wooden chair right in the middle.

"Are you kidding me!?! This isn't proving anything but the fact that you all are crazy!!" Megan exclaimed.

Andrew rolled his eyes, "You're over exaggerating."

I scoffed. Andrews head snapped in my direction. I looked down and started biting my lip and twiddling with my fingers.

I heard a chuckle. I assume it was Andrew.

"Are you guys scared? Maybe that's why you're not believing it. Because you guys are scared and can't handle the things we do."

I frowned. I looked up through my long lashes. Valentine was frowning at Andrew, Jake was looking back and forth from Andrew to Megan, and Ashton was staring directly at me. Our eyes made contact and I quickly looked away.

I looked inside the garage. My eyes made contact with the whips. Suddenly the memories from the worse night of my life started coming into my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut. To many memories. Why won't they all just go away!?!