Sins of a criminal couple

Chapter 2(Part 1)

Chapter 2

"How much?", Greta demanded. The words stuck to his throat, bile coated the mess inside him. "Ten thousand?", she guessed. The darkness now ascended to the light of day. A midsummer of hate blossomed around them. "Not even close", Efren whispered. Greta scowled in fury. Then she saw the expression he made. A turn of the lip and teeth clenched. The way his eyes narrowed, in gulit. "A million!". Greta screamed and yelled."Where did you get it, huh? Please god make it not be from OJ?". There was desperation in her hazel brown eyes. "Did you bring it?". Efren wanted to lie, tell her it was all a mistake. "We left because of this, the reason we...". He could remember the day in a blur. "You take a risk everyday to give us money, but you know thats why we ended up here!". A memory of his past in OJ came to him.

"Okay one...". His wive of three years posed for the famous deadful summer gang. They drove terror throughout OJ. Greta made the most beautiful pose, which be used for seducing 'men'. "Efren", called the leader. His best friend Jermey patted him on the back. His fine black clothes smelt of bleach. A black goatee covered a massive scar. "Your wive and you are celebrating an anniversary I heard". He whipped out a gift. Wrapped in blood red cloth, he opened to find a dark purple braclet. It was chunky and rough, a chain dangled off the edge. "Jer, thank you...". Jermey hugged him. "You are best friend and so this braclet represents twenty years of being here with me". They met in a the shallows of the slums, the place they were raised. "You are the first to recieve the purple". Efren wanted to cry, but a bang was heard. "Get off me!", yelled a tough voice. Jermey stormed to the scene. The deserted house hideout they stole had a lounge, kitchen, bedrooms and a cell for immates. They came to the end of the dark passageway. Several men were beating a big man. He shielded his big face. Justin held a knife to his throat. Cooper shoved him forward to face the boss. "Guys treat our guest with respect". The man groaned in pain. Jermey's eyes flicked to the his clothes. A cop badge stood out. "Well, I guess maybe a bit of beating couldn't hurt". The gang members resumed punching the cop. Jermey watched for at least two minutes until he held out his hand in motion to stop. But Maxen remained violent. Cooper pulled him back with force to Jermey, after they were in acceptance. Maxen faced him with shame. The close face of Jermey came to him. "I know you hate the bastard commison as much like the rest". Silence. Efren stood by him like a deciated servant. Jermey walked around the room slowly lighting a ciggeriete. The fumes trailed off as he thought for a moment. He turned slowly back to the humilated face of the new gang memeber. Jermey puffed in his face. "When I lift my hand up, its time to stop. If you don't stop and kill him, what do think will happen?". The boy's mouth opened to answer. A whooping slap coluded with his cheek. The sound rounded throughout the cell. Efren jolted out of shock. "Thats what will happen", Jermey repiled. Blood trickled down Maxen's red face.He forced himself not to scream.  Jermey pushed past him and looking at the unconcious policeman. He bent and toyed with his wet hair. Jer smirked. Jermey loved control and power, if you messed  with him even the slightest. You put your life at risk. Jermey grinded his ciggeriete inside the mans wounds. "When he wakes, tell me".