Devin's pov:
It was about 2:20 A.M, I'm drunk up the ass and full of rage as I'm headed towards my enemies or I guess you can say my rivals gang warehouse, Xander's warehouse. We grew up together, we were inseparable. After witnessing my parents death, I was left alone with no money. Xander and I joined the same gang in order to make a good amount of money but soon enough it became my gang, I became the gang leader and Xander was not very happy about that, he was filled with jealously and couldn't handle following my rules until one day he took action, he took the only thing left that was close to my heart, my little sister jasmine, she was five years old, she was staying at my grandparents house, I wanted her safe. I thought she would be safe. I blame myself each and every day because I couldn't help her, I couldn't save her. I was forced to watch her small fragile body burn up in flames as she screamed and cried out my name. I have nothing else to live for. My soul is black and my heart is shut tight, the only person I have to take care of is myself and frankly I didn't care what happens to me and at the moment all I want is to release my anger. I'm angry because I don't want to get close to someone, I don't want to feel anything, I want to remain with the familiar dead, empty feeling inside of me. But watching Rose kiss Alex, it triggered something inside of me and I'm mad at myself for feeling this way towards her.
I grabbed my knife and gun and headed towards the warehouse. This is where they stored all their money which is really dang stupid. I managed to open the door without the alarms going off. I grabbed as much money as I could before planting a ticking bomb.
I felt a jolt of pain in my arm as I was making my way towards my car that was parked along the sidewalk. I took a look at my arm, blood dripped out, I glanced around noticing the three men who shot me. I took a hold of my gun turning my body around shooting the three men that were chasing after me. I got inside my car looking back through the rear view mirror, the three men collapsed on the floor with wounds that oozed thick red blood. I laughed, feeling powerful and dominant, this is my drug. I immediately slammed my foot on the accelerate pushing my car to its limit getting out of this scene before the building explodes into flames. Guilt was non existent to me.
I gazed down at the circular wound on my bicep. The blood was tickling down my arm staining my clothes.
I noticed I was close to Rose house, I thought I should stop there, I needed to clean my wound or maybe it's just an excuse to see her, I mean I wasn't afraid of losing blood, in the lifestyle I lived, I had feared nothing, not even death. But at this very moment, I was losing too much blood and this would be the perfect excuse to see her.
I stood in front of her house as the cold air hit my wound like a knife as I tried to figure out which room belonged to hers. I figured it would be the one with the balcony on the side of the house. I climbed carefully ascending from the ground as my feet stepped up one foot after the other. I pulled my weight up and climbed over the metal bar and landed straight onto the balcony. I felt like a fucking monkey doing this or better yet spider mam. I knocked lightly against the glass door, after three knocks I saw the room light turn on. She pushed the curtains open and her eyes looked like they were gonna burst out of their sockets. She opened the door and came out to the balcony "maso-!" She gasped in surprise as I clasped my hand over her mouth, "Don't yell" I said still holding my hand over her mouth. After I had noticed her calming down, I removed my hand from her lips.
"Devin! You're bleeding, what happened?" She said coming near me to touch the wound
I have to admit it was cute how she reacted to such a simple wound. How much concerned appeared on her face.
