Mr. Gang Leader And Me

2: Trust Me, Okay?

"I'll just have an avocado and chicken with mayo sandwich with a dark chocolate milkshake" I told the waitress. Everything in the menu looked so delicious but I couldn't eat all of it.

"I'll have the chicken salad with water" Jett said to the waitress. She nodded and walked away.

He was having such healthy food unlike me, like what? Eh, my food is my life, "so Jett..." I trailed off, trying to think of something to say, "tell me about yourself"

"Well there's not much to know about except that I'm in a gang" what? A gang? He doesn't seem like someone that would be in a gang, "in fact, I'm the gang leader" he simply said. I was shocked. Him? Gang leader? He seems so nice. Maybe he's not. I've heard news about gangs, about how they steal cash, or drug dealing or shootings, it scares the shit out of me.

"Y-you're a gang l-leader?" I stuttered. Stop stuttering.

"Yeah, I am" he nodded. He's just letting it out? How come he's just telling me this? What if I tell the cops or something? He's trusting me way too much.

"Why are you just telling me this? What if I tell the police and get you in trouble?"

"If you do, then my gang and I will have to find out more about you, we're dangerous, I'm telling you now, if you get yourself involved, then you'll sure be in ride for a time in hell" he warned. He's right, I mean, I don't want to get killed. Maybe it's safe that after today if I just don't remain in contact with him anymore. "And also, if the enemy gangs find out that you were in contact with us, they'll get you killed"

"O-okay, I won't say a-anything" I replied, shaking slightly.

"Good, I'm trusting you" why in the world is he trusting me so much? I mean, not that I would say a word to the cops.

"If I can ask, why are you in a gang?" I don't see the point in being in a gang. It's fucking dangerous.

"Do you think I chose to be in a gang?" I shook my head, "exactly, I was forced into it, I got put into this bullshit, I could leave if I wanted to, but that would mean that I would be in danger and so would the rest of my gang"

"Can the enemies track you?"

"If they have details about me then yes they can" I just nodded in reply, what am I supposed to say?

(After eating)-

We exited the restaurant, "how are you not scared that someone could pop up out of nowhere and kill you?" I asked Jett. To be honest, I'm scared myself, I don't want to get killed because he's in a gang!

"I know if they're here or not, right now I know they're not, even if they are, I'm equipped" he's equipped? Does that mean he's carrying guns and grenades? This isn't a war zone Riona.

"Alright, let's just get in the car and leave now, please" I said as I quickly walked towards the car. I got into the passenger the seat and Jett got into the driver's seat.

"Don't be scared, I can protect you" he smirked.

"I'm not scared, I'm just worried"

"Worried, scared, same thing. They wouldn't dare to touch you if I'm here" he said as if it would take all the worry out of me.

"It's not just them I'm scared of, it's you too" the second after I said that, I instantly regretted it.

I saw his jaw clench as he started the engine, "I won't hurt you" he said as he started to drive.

"How can I be so sure? I'm pretty sure you have guns packed in your car right now, you could pull one out and shoot me right now, how can I be so sure that you won't hurt me?"