My Nerdy Best Friend Is A Gangster?!

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Emma's POV

In the bathroom, I tied up my newly dyed black hair into a tight bun, scowling at my reflection. I liked it better blue, but I have to make it temporarily black to not be recognized. The usual hazel contacts replaced by green ones, and I put small doses of makeup on to change a few features.

After all, I need to be unrecognizable.

I could hear Aubrey's voice still in my head. 

"No matter how much you change yourself, you'll never be good enough. You could get plastic surgery and still look ugly as shit."

I shook away the voice. Stupid, stupid, stupid! 

I guess that was always the sacrifice of being Cameron's friend. 

Plus, who cares about beauty? I'm here for my mission.

Destroy Omega.

I know I'm no spy, but there's a difference between spies and gangsters.

Spies work for the government, gangsters against it.

There, main thing, of course,there are more details but I prefer not to get into those.

And where was I exactly?

One of Omega's mansions. Despite his gang treating him like shit, he is still filthy rich. And he likes to throw parties. AND the fact I'm the newest gang member of my own, he probably won't recognize me.

I checked my disguise once more, the too-tight clothes. Leather pants and provocative crop top. I could look less slutty. I scowled once again. I'd rather have the familiar feeling of my glasses hanging down the bridge of my nose, curling up in a blanket reading Shakespeare.

Of course, Cameron be there as well.

I grumbled, no more of the good 'ol days.

I pushed open the door. Showtime. I pushed back the orgy of the flesh otherwise known as 'dancing'. Geez, whatever happened to good 'ol waltz? Some guys tried to get me to dance with them, AKA grind on them. But I simply pushed past them. By the time I was out, my face was as red as a tomato.

Still a nerd Emma.

I was literally all the way in California right now, and I left Cameron! With Clover of course, but rumors were that Ginger has been spotted in the area. I just hope they're alright. Knowing Cameron, he'd do something stupid, and I resisted the urge to grin at the thought.

"Well well well, look what we've got here." I heard a voice behind me. I turned around to see Omega, otherwise known as 'George'. He had chocolate brown eyes and gelled brown hair. He looked very similar to the few pictures we managed to get of him.

For a moment I panicked. What if he recognizes me? 

But all my worries disappeared with his following words.

"I don't think a lady like you should be all alone here, there are some very, very bad boys around here," he purred, winking at me. Though I must admit this male is especially attractive for his species, I felt some sort of pride that he wasn't as hot as Cameron.

I listened to his words and analyzed his body language. Leaning in? Check. Checking me out? Check. Boner? Check,check,check. I winced at the thought. No, he'd be dead before something like that happens.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to an empty room. My wrist hurt like hell, and I could feel the bruise beginning to form along the red lines.

He locked the door and lied down on the bed. I looked around, the room was nice, fairly empty. It lacked any personality, unlike Cameron's. I smiled at the thought, his stuffed animals and avengers. But Omega thought the smile was for him, and because of that he pushed me on the bed.

OK, time for me to begin. 

"Hang on babe, let's get something to drink," I shushed him. He drowsily got up and brought a bottle of wine, I wasn't even aware where he got it. I opened it and handed it to him.

"Chug this babe, prove you're a man," I purred, resisting the instinct to slap myself at my cringe-worthy seduction. He swiped the bottle and began to chug. He finished, and couldn't even walk in a straight line.

I smirked. "No wonder you're the least appreciated in your gang, Omega." 

 His eyes widened as he stumbled towards me. From his back pocket, he pulled out a gun. Shit! How did I not notice that?

He shot once, as I barely dodged it. I hurled myself towards him, causing him to stumble to the ground. Another shot was made, hitting the wall. I rolled over him, trying to grab the gun. I grabbed it and pointed it at him, he just stared at me, staring me in the eye. I clicked the gun, pulling the trigger.

Shit, outta bullets. What dumbass only has two bullets?

I tossed the gun aside. Oh well, I guess I'll need something quieter anyway. 

I wasn't paying attention, and he punched me in the jaw. I fell backward, sprawling to the ground. I hissed, that's gonna leave a mark.

He reached for the gun and kept clicking it at me, but the drunk didn't realize he ran outta bullets.

He would've probably missed anyway.

I grabbed the gun from him, his drunken self waving about. He might as well be drunk dancing. I hit him with the butt of the gun to the head, which only made him lunge at me again. We were delivering kicks, punches, and scratches to each other. So much clattering going on you probably wouldn't be able to hear over the music. 

I felt a scratch on my cheek as I kicked him in the nuts. He groaned and rolled off me as I reached for a nearby pillow.

I straddled him again, as he was still thrashing about. I put the pillow at him face as he still started struggling to get out. I stepped on his wrists, surprised he couldn't push of a little girl like me.

I was pushing the pillow harder into his face, as his struggling got weaker and weaker, and he eventually stopped. I put the pillow off him, and checked his breath, and his heart beat. His eyes were closed and his mouth parted slightly. I suffocated him good enough.

One less person I need to worry about.

I got up and placed the wine in his hand, making sure not to leave fingerprints.

Hopefully, they will think he drank himself to death.

And with that, I left.