Just your Typical Girl (COMPLETED)

Chapter 4- Christian

Gunners POV

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I was sitting in the car when we pulled up at a house. This is one of my many clients house. He didn't pay up, so we take what we can get of it. Brent and I went up to the door and broke the window next to it.

I climbed in first and saw nobody came down from the stairs to my right. I walked farther into the room. I looked behind me and signaled Brent to go left. He nodded and headed in the left direction. I looked right and went down the hallway.

I heard a noise coming from farther down the hall. I hid in a little corner and waited. The person was jogging down the hallway, and yelled a name.

"Christian!"

I put the cloth in my hand. The second she passed me, I grabbed her and put the cloth over her mouth. I started walking down th hallway to go find Brent. He came out with a child in his arms still asleep. Impressive. The girl started to wiggle in my arms. I pressed my hand harder on her mouth. She sank into my arms and grew heavy. I picked her up bridal style. I nodded to Brent and we put them both in the back of SUV.

I got into the driver seat and Brent got into the passenger seat. I started the car and backed out of the driveway.

He thought he could get away with it. We took his daughter and son. 193,649 dollars. 193,649 freaking dollars. He owes us that much money. He is in some deep crap.

I looked behind me, at the girl. She looked frightened. How can you look like that when you sleep?

I turned back to the road. 3 hours till we get home.

"Boss, think we did a good job tonight?"

"I don't know, Brent. I don't know."

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When we got to the warehouse, we grabbed the girl and boy.

Brent took the boy to the basement, where he will sleep in a cot and when he wakes up, will eat with the maids.

I took the girl upstairs to my room. I kicked the door open and layer her on the bed. I threw a blanket over her and took the couch.

I thought about how I got to where I am now. Blood, Sweat, and my boys. Angel Eyes is one of the most feared gangs in the United States. Not just one area. The whole United States.

I fell.

I fell on the floor with a thump.

Probably the loudest thump you could ever make. And I heard a groan and a gasp.

Just not from me.

I looked up at the bed to meet the ocean. Well, the girls beautiful eyes. What the hell is wrong with me? Beautiful eyes? I'm a gang leader. I can't be sappy.

That's when I looked back at her with cold, hard, vemous eyes.

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It's that a quick update. I'm sorry it took forever. Writing is so hard when you have no time and you're lazy. Now since my co-writer finished her book, she can help me.