My Nerdy Best Friend Is A Gangster?!

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Ah, the familiar feeling of rope around my wrists and a hard-ass chair pressing against my back.

Oh goody.

I was tired but ended up getting rid of any drowsy feeling soon enough. I looked into a pair of brown eyes and blue hair. I grinned, "Hey, Em."

She smiled, "Hey, Cameron. You awake yet?"

I rolled my neck, "Ah, yeah. Can I get out of this chair yet?"

"Sure. Just don't look behind you," she said as she walked behind me.

"Why shouldn't I look behind--" I was silenced when I heard a knife slashing through the air, and my hands were free.

I rubbed my wrists, which were stinging with red. I looked over at Emma, a knife in her hand. "Oh," I said.

She smirked, "What? I know what you'd say. 'What?! No! No pointy objects near me!'"

"What? I think it's a standard rule everyone has," I muttered.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully. "Sure it is."

"Nerd," I stuck out my tongue at her.

"Douche," she stuck hers out back.

"Hey, lovebirds! Monster's coming!" I saw as Clover walked up, her stance confident. 

"Love birds?" Em glared at Clover with annoyance, and the other simply wiggled her brows.

"What?" she snickered.

"Who's Monster?" I interrupted.

"He's the boss," Emma said. "He'll be meeting you soon."

"You're kidding, right? I heard of a guy named Zero, and I think you mentioned some dude named Ice to me, and you have Clover here and you're M... The Monster guy will probably kill me!" I said, a hint of panic in my voice.

"Relax, M convinced him when you first found her to spare you, and he wouldn't want to make her angry," Clover whistled.

"Why wouldn't he want to make her angry? It's not like she's scary."

Emma glared at me when I said that. I shrugged because it's true for me.

"Well he has a soft spot for her because--"

With that, Em elbowed Clover in the ribs. "Shut up, please?"

Clover gave Em a murderous glare, which Em returned. What was so bad that I couldn't hear it?

The doors opened and I came face to face with a big, muscular guy with tattoos on his arms. He wore a tank top and jeans, and a dog chain was around his neck. The dude was the size of a...

"Monster," Em greeted, polite as always.

"M. Clover," Monster nodded to the two.

"Uh... You wanted to see me?" I asked. This guy looked to be in his young 20's, and I guessed one punch could kill me.

"Yes... M, Clover, you may leave." The two left without having to be told twice. Emma gave me a smile before the door closed behind her. I gulped, turning back to their boss.

"Please, sit." He motioned over to the chair I was recently freed from. I hesitantly sat down, and he simply leaned against the wall.

"Do you understand why you're here?" he asked.

I felt like a kid being scolded by their parent, but I didn't want to tell him that.

"Um... because I'm being targetted?" I guessed.

Monster sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're even more of an idiot than I thought."

I got the urge to punch him in the face, but of course I knew doing so would be suicide, so I simply ignored his opinion.

"I'm going to tell you this straight up, this isn't any regular 'gang war' we're dealing with," Monster implemented. I raised an eyebrow, wondering where he was getting at. "This is a Mafia war."

I gagged, purely out of reflex from what he told me. I choked on thin air, "M-Mafia?!"

Monster nodded. "Well, 'gangs' are usually more reckless and don't have so much of a purpose other than to cause trouble, our proper term is Mafia, since we do business and deal with more... Underground problems. Dealing drugs, assassinations, marking territory... It's easy for someone to get the two mixed up, and Clover and M prefer the term gang since it seems simpler."

"Uh, why are you telling me this?" I asked.

Monster rolled his eyes, giving me a deadly glare. Call it a hunch, but I think this guy isn't that particularly fond of me. "M told me the first time you had to come here what you were like. Typical 'I think I'm a bad boy player', right? But it's always the same with types like you, you bluff about everything, break hearts, pick on the weak, and only care about your popularity. Then, after you've built up your reputation as 'tough', at the first sign of danger, you run away like a coward and make someone fix your problem, then swoop in and take the credit, right?!"

"You know nothing about me! Sure, I might've been a player-- who knows, maybe I still am, but I'm there for Em through and through, and that's what's important," I huffed, returning his glare.

He stared at me, his expression stony-faced.

Man, Cameron, you're screwed. You've really done it this time.

He then burst out laughing. I raised an eyebrow, what's so funny? His laugh was dark and cold.

"And to think... I thought you stole her away from me..." he muttered to himself between breaths. I was damn confused now.

He regained his composure and once again acted somewhat civilized. 

"What's your point anyway from earlier?" I asked.

"This war is going to have numerous dead, and may even result in explosions or the death of the entire town. I'm just warning a pretty boy like you. You can take your family and go, and have your safety sealed, or you could stay here, and risk death. Your choice," he chuckled darkly, probably imagining my death.

I thought about it. The offer was tempting.

"I'll stay here. But I'll get my parents away at least. I'll stay with Em through and through," I said.

"Then your death might as well be sealed. It's too late to back out now," Monster sighed. "Alright, I suppose you can leave. We're going to kill Ginger, if you want to stick around and watch...?"

I grimaced, I've seen enough death in my opinion. "I'll pass."

He shrugged, "Suit yourself, but you'll be missing quite a show."

With that, he left the room.

And I had no choice but to follow to find Emma.