The Bad Girls Weakness

3: Help

The Bad Girls Weakness

"Cruising through the air in my ufo probing the bitches abducting the hoes," David whispered as he walked into his house. I rolled my eyes, following him. 

"There's something extremely wrong with you," I said. 

He scoffed, "Cork it, Griffins." 

I chuckled and we walked up to his bedroom. It looked exactly the same as the day I ran out of here. I sat on the edge of his bed before leaning down. 

"What are you doing?" David kicked my ankle as he walked past. 

I groaned in annoyance, "Shh, I need a five-minute nap." 

"You wanted my help so get up. I have people to meet with and hoes to fuck," David spoke. 

I glared at him as he leaned against his desk, "You're such a tool." 

"Just for you, babes," he mocked. 

I rolled my eyes and sat up, "So, who do you think it was?" 

"Who do I think what was?" 

My eyes widened, "Are you serious right now!?" 

He chuckled, "I'm joking. I think it's Raphael's gang."

"Who the hell is Raphael?" 

"Some old man, sugar daddy, a drug lord who lives across town," David explained. 

"Okay..." 

"I don't think he's very powerful anymore. He's lost a bunch of his spunk." 

I nodded my head, "Okay." 

I ran a hand through my hair as I stared in the mirror. I was so tired, I couldn't believe I was doing this. I fixed my sweatshirt as I made my way outside. Pulling open the door to David's car and got in. "Hey, sweetie," he grinned. 

I rolled my eyes, "Hey." 

He drove off towards the old factory building and parked the car. "Raphael is huge. And like, no only in weight... But his gang is so diverse, it's unbelievable. He's dangerous so watch your back at all times." I pulled out my switchblade as David spoke. We both stepped out of the car and he locked the doors. We walked toward the building together on full alert. 

"Wait," I said, holding back David. We hid behind boxes as a group of men walked by. 

"Nice call," David grinned at me. 

I shrugged and we continued. We stood at a back door as we listened. 

"Jerry, go get me my phone," a deep voice spoke. 

"Is that Raphael?" I whispered. 

David nodded, putting his pointer finger in front of me, signaling me not to speak. I sighed and we continued to listen to the man. 

"Here you go, Ralph," another voice spoke, Jerry, I assume. 

"Hey, Tom," Raphael spoke. "I need that shipment in as soon as possible." 

I watched David as he furrowed his brows. 

"No, I just have a new proposition. I'm taking out or recruiting the gangs here. Soon it'll just be us and we won't have to worry about the business," he continued. 

David grabbed my wrist, pulling me away from the door. He guided me back to his car, "What are you doing?!" 

"We need to leave," he said sternly. 

I furrowed my brows at him, "Why?" 

"Just trust me," he said, opening my door and pushing me into it. 

I scoffed as he continued to his door, looking around. He got in, racing away from the building. 

"What was that about?" I asked, staring at him. 

"Avery, will you just trust me?" David said, annoyed. "I'll explain everything later, I just need to talk to someone. Now, I'm going to take you home. Do not tell anyone what we heard tonight. Not even your gang."

"What?!" 

"You're risking their lives if you tell them," he said to me. 

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "What is he doing?" I whispered to myself. 

We pulled into my driveway and I got out, "See you tomorrow." 

"Bye, David." 

I made my way into my house and back into my bedroom. I didn't know what was going on. Why was he making such a big deal out of it? And why couldn't I tell my gang? They deserved to know that either we'd be taken out or be recruited by this man. Who was he? Who was Raphael? 

I took a deep breath before laying on my bed. I was confused by the whole situation. How did David know about him before I did? I laid in bed thinking about who David might have had to talk to. I drifted to sleep with my questions unanswered. 

A/N 

Lmao short chapter because this was legit just a filler and I had to ideas to put here. Haha, kill me.