Wreaking Havoc

Chapter 5: I Don't Give A Fuck

Hayle's POV

The awkward silence was almost unbearable. I would rather he start yelling than keeping silent.

"So your not mad that I borrowed your Nissan 370z?" I asked with a hopeful look on my face.

"No, I'm pissed. One of my men is driving it home now." His mouth was in a firm line. Yeah, he was pissed. 

Now, we're back to your regularly scheduled silent treatment! YAY! Get my sarcasm?

He kept glancing at me every few minutes, and it was making me uncomfortable. What the hell? Did he think I would hop out of a moving vehicle? To be honest, I would, but I know better than to piss him off some more. However, it is kind of fun to him angry.

The car lurched to a stop outside of a huge mansion. I was roughly grabbed by my upper arm,  and practically half dragged out of the car.

"Watch it!" I hissed.

"Shut up, bitch!" The goon spit in my face. Wrong move, buddy, wrong move. I lifted my foot so it hit him in the groin. He let go of my arm instantly, and I used my free elbow to smack him in the face.

"Don't fuck with me, got it?" He nodded while grimacing in pain.  I was feeling pretty smug until Mr. I'm-going-to-ruin-everything-fun grabbed my already bruised arm.

"What the hell?"

"He hurt me and called me bitch. It's called self-defense." He was dragging me inside while I was coming up with excuses.

"Here. You are staying in this room until further notice, got it?" I nodded in agreement.

"Good. You can't leave this room unless I know about it. You will be accompanied by either me or an appointed guard. And-" I held my hand up stopping him mid-sentence.

"No rules, big boy. I won't run, trust me."

"Don't call me big boy. I-"

"Okay, little boy.

"Quit calling me names!" He slammed the door when walking out. Okay, bored now. What shall I do?

Shayde's POV

How dare she call me little boy or big boy? What the actual fuck? I opened my office door and sat down waiting for my second in command, Ashe, to talk.

"Well?"

"I can't find anything on her in the system, but I know Tara mentioned a sister. Do you know her name?" How had I not asked her name?

"Uh no. Go get her. She claims to know who killed my brother, Lucas." Ashe left to get her. 

"Okay, Boss." He stepped back into the office a few minutes later with the woman in tow.

"Sit." She sat down hesitantly.

"What do you want?" 

"What is your name?"

"Sorry, big boy. I don't give that information freely."

"Name now."

"Menace."

"Real name."

"How about no, Shayde." She smirked.

"Give me your fucking name or I'll kill you." She laughed.

"No, you won't. I'm your ticket to avenging your older brother. You also wouldn't want to endanger yourself." She was pissing me off, and I was this close to shooting her.

"Endanger myself?"

"Yeah, did you not notice that I had my phone on me? I have a sticker on me. That sticker sends signals to my cell. If you touch my phone, crush my phone, or kill me, it will send the location of your mansion and the files of dirty deeds you have done straight to the police and other gangs. Also taking the sticker off of me would make it think I'm dead." She smiled.

"What-"

"I need your help, Shayde. You help me, I'll help you."

"And if I said no?" She stood up, placing her hands on the table. Her body leaned forward until our faces were inches apart.

"I don't give a fuck. You don't help me, I'll send those files and the location of your mansion, and then I'll find someone else to help me." She said coldly.

"Fine." 

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Damn. Our girl is cold. I know this is short, but I'll give you a longer update later! Until next time, beauties!

-teambuckybarnes