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Chapter 3

I knew I shouldn't have let my guard down. He worked for Jackson, and now I was going to get myself killed.

"I don't work for him," Grayson said, "I'm on your side. He's after me for something I did in New Jersey."

"What do you need me to do?"

"You'll find that out when the time comes. Right now, I'm going to help you," he said.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, suddenly intrigued by him.

He was suddenly interesting to me. He wasn't the goody goody I thought; was it bad that made him 10x hotter?

"I'm going to help you. First off, Dylan is working for him. If you keep hanging out with him, you're going to get yourself killed by tomorrow. Second, move out by tomorrow. I'll go with you and so will Ethan, but he doesn't know anything about Jackson so don't talk about it."

I paused, not really sure what to say.

"I can't afford anywhere else," I finally managed to say.

"You're fine," he said, "I have money, we can move into a house in Long Beach. i already have the lease signed and everything."

I stuttered for a minute, trying to take everything in. The doors opened, and Ethan walked out. Grayson nodded at him.

"She knows," he said.

Ethan stared at me for a second, and then walked over to us. His eyes traced up and down my body, making me squirm.

"Should've know she was part of this," he said, "She looks like the leader of a gang."

"Don't make me shoot you," I growled.

He held his hands up in defeat, taking a few steps back. The twins followed me upstairs and watched me pack up all my bags and weapons, which took a very long time because I have a whole closet full of them. When you live in a place like this and look like me, you worry constantly about your safety.

"Alright, let's go," Grayson said.

"Hold on," I said, "Just one more thing I have to do."

They followed me as I walked over to Dylan's apartment. I opened the door and he was sitting on the couch, watching tv and eating Cheetos.

In a matter of seconds I pulled out my gun, shooting him in the forehead.

"Oh my god," Ethan screeched.

"What the fuck?!" Grayson hissed at me.

"Lying prick," I said, going to the tv stand and flipping it over to reveal the pile of money he hides there, "Don't ever lie to me. I won't hesitate to blow your heads off too."

I took the keychain Dylan had on his neck, putting the bloody chain in my pocket.

I raided his room for all of his stuff I wanted. Drugs, weapons, everything. I went back to the kitchen and grabbed his phone.

"This could come in handy," I said, tossing it to Grayson.

They jumped out of the way as I passed my them and we left he building.

"The cops are gonna find your finger prints on him," Ethan argued.

"Oh please. No ones gonna call the cops. Do you see his neighborhood?"