Revenge is sweet. But love is sweeter (A Jason McCann Story)

She just declared war on my ego

~Jason's POV~

Here I am sitting in the warehouse with the gang talking about our hit on Abbie's gang, I feel guilty for doing this to her but she asked for it, she wants control and this is the only way she's getting it. "Alright guys, this is a hit on a bunch of girls, were not gonna go as hard as possible but we gotta do something they can't beat. I don't want Abbie hurt or any of the other girls. we just gotta scare the shit out of them blow up their ware house steal their shit. Childs play, just enough to make sure Abbie cant come back with anything better so they don't get top spot, and so she doesn't get full control over North America." They all nodded simultaneously. "Ryder I want you Timothy, Carlos, and Griffin on bombs. I want 300 square foot damage on each. Nothing too deadly nothing too weak. Get on it." All four of them replied with a "yup" "k" or "alright". "Alright next, I want Matt, Daniel, Bruce, David and Rodger on machinery. I need 8 snipers 46 shotguns, don't care what caliber and 90 handguns for the guys that don't have their own. No animation , we just need to scare the shit outa them. I need you five to have your handguns loaded same as mine just in case. Us six can take out all the girls if needed." They all responded with a yup and went to work. "And lastly, I need Martin, Ryan, Chaz, Chase and Justin on distractions. You guys are gonna take your personal guns and spread out across the city, Martin you take North side, Ryan take South side, Chaz take Center city, Chase take a suburb west of the city and Justin take a suburb East of it. Fire 2 shots each and flea, stay in your car at all times stay for 2 minutes, 1 shot when you pull up a second right before you leave. When you leave come to the girls ware house and pick up the rest of us, and we're home free. "

~Abbie's POV~

"Alright girls lets get this started. I got a great plan brewing for us all I gotta do is give out jobs. You all know your assigned number don't you?Well it's also your rank, I need 1-10 with me, you guys are the shooters were going in when we get in spread out I want 3 to stay back with me." "I need 11-20 researching the gang its self and the guys in it." "21-50, you guys start stocking up on bombs, making them and testing. I need 30 500 square foot damage each." The rest of you go off to their warehouse and strip it down, they're at their warehouse up north lets start now and go to their west point warehouse."

{3hours later}

"Alright Girls that's everything!" Load it all up we're bringing it home!" I shouted through the warehouse. My girls running around the warehouse clearing the rest of the boys' weapons. Oh Jason doesn't even know I've left the house he's still out with his guys. Speak of the devil, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out not surprised to see Jason's name across the screen, "Hey babe? How's it going with the boys?" "It's great here, how are your girls and you doing?" "oh, babe it's terrible we're still trying to plan the first step of our hit. I'm sorry for making this bet I don't think I can win this."

~Jason's POV~

"oh, babe it's terrible we're still trying to plan the first step of our hit. I'm sorry for making this bet I don't think I can win this." Abbie's voice ran through the warehouse, I had the phone on speaker so the guys could hear. I snickered " A bet's a bet babe." I spoke through the phone " please baby, take it easy on me, like you said I'm just a girl.." she said sounding like she was crying softly. " Alright babe I'll try to take it easy on the ladies when my hit comes. But I'm not promising anything." "Babe, just promise me this." she spoke crying softly. "what's that?" I asked really wanting to know. Suddenly she wasn't crying anymore. "When my girls and I take our hit, try not to be a poor sport about loosing." And that's when I heard a bunch of "Ohhhhh's" from both ends of the phone. I just got played by my girlfriend in front of both her gang and my own . She just had her first hit, on my ego.