Delilah Jade Frisco {slow updates}

5

Other people tell you that they love you and you believe them. But I move heaven and earth to show you my feelings and you still question my loyalty. When will you realize that words are cheap but works are priceless? - JEI

C H A P T E R 5

"Not on the premises? How is that possible!?" My voice comes out like thunder, rolling through a peaceful landscape.

My man, Jared, looks at me, something akin to terror in his eyes. We're usually good friends, maybe even best friends, but right now he looks like a kindergartener staring at his sixth grade bully.

"W-we checked the entire premises," he tells me, his voice growing stronger and more confident. "And then we checked the security cameras again and we guess someone disabled the cameras within the building since the video clips didn't seem to work, but a camera on the grounds caught her driving away from here. Rather recklessly, might I add."

"Oh, and one more thing, before she got in your car and drove away, it seems as if someone was having a little chat with her. We couldn't figure out who, but we know for sure there's someone helping her."

I growl. How could this happen? How did we all miss her leaving? We need to up the security for sure! And find out the little traitor of the gang, who could've been the one to disconnect my security cameras, and help my sister escape.

Taking a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. "Ok, here's what we'll do. We'll take the remaining cars and spread out around town. It's not that big. She can't have gotten that far. We can deal with the traitor some other time."

I start to walk out the door but turn back when Jared clears his throat uncomfortably. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Well," says Jared, looking at the ground. Then he mumbles something incomprehensible.

"I can't hear you," I say impatiently. "And the longer we stand here, the farther Delilah gets away and the more trouble she will probably get herself into."

He takes a really, really deep breath.

"Delilah took your car."

"WHAT?!" I shout. No she didn't. Not if she knows what's good for her.

"Delilah, your baby sister, the little brat, took your car."

"Don't call my little sister a brat. Only I can call her a brat." I pause for a moment. Then reality hits me. "That little brat! She stole my car!"

He smirks. "Finally got that, did you?"

I don't answer because this situation bringing a memory to the surface. It was right after Delilah had gotten her driver's license. She had wanted to go on a date with this guy. When she had come home to tell me that, I had been less than pleased for a couple of reasons.

First, the guy was nineteen. That alone was a deal-breaker because she was a minor but he wasn't.

Second, he was a pledge for my gang, and Delilah dating a gang member or even knowing the gang existed was a big no-no.

Third, I had actually spoken to this boy before I knew he was interested in my baby sister and, based on that experience, I would never approve of him. He had made several comments about previous girlfriends that caused me to firmly doubt his treatment of women. Was he posturing to make himself look better to the other gang members? Probably, but I still wasn't putting it to the test. Not with my baby sister.

Fourth, and most importantly, Delilah was way too young to date. When she asked me what age would be appropriate for her to date, I was at a loss for an exact number. But I told her not until I was dead and buried at least a week, just to make sure I was truly dead.