gang related ≠ d.l

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"guess who just called?" i said to nate, throwing the home phone beside him onto the couch. i flopped onto the cushion next to nate. he switched the channel to drugs inc., which was my favorite tv show "who?" he asked, looking at me. "luh," i said. his face went pale, his eyes dark. about 10 minutes into it, there was gun shots and the sound of glass shattering. nate pushed me behind the couch, grabbing the .9 milli out of the waist band of his pants. i quitely made my way into the kitchen. i crouched down and grabbed a glock 40 from under the sink. before i could act, i was pulled to my feet getting put in a headlock. i dropped my gun, grabbing onto the unknowns arm, trying to pull it free. i screamed nates name, trying to break free. a cold metal object connected to my temple, singaling me to shut the fuck up before i get shot. nate came into view, holding a gun. "derek, let her the fuck go ," nate growled, pointing the gun at derek. there was a low chuckle, sent from derek. he put his mouth by my ear, talking into it. "now princess, heres the deal: tell your brother he better have the money in four months, or all hell will break loose," he said, kissing my neck gently after. i whimpered, still holding onto his muscular arm. then i thought of it. i bit down onto his arm as hard as possible, causing him to drop me and clench his arm. i dove to my gun laying on the floor. i cocked it, aiming it at dereks knee. it wouldnt kill him, but itd sure as hell immobilize him.
i pulled the trigger the noise ringing through the house. derek dropped to the floor, yelling all types of profanities. soon a guy, KDL i believe, ran up to him and picked him up. "be ready nate. ready for war," he said through gritted teeth, running off with derek in his arms. i panted, standing up, my hands shaking. nate ran over to me, pulling me into his arms. "im so sorry, karina," he said, sniffling. "its fine, nate. okay? lets clean up this mess, yeah?" i said, placing the gun back under the sink, taking a deep breath. "yeah," he breathed, going to get some cleaning supplies.
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