Appetizers: BxB, GxB, GxG *Slow*

2. Gang Slave

GxB Enjoy!

I walk out the door, trying to ignore the pain in my side from yesterday. Out here, I am welcomed with car horns, people chattering, and the faint smell of coffee and exhaust. I pull my thin jacket closer to me and slowly make my way down the steps. I walk through the small crowd of people, making my way to the coffee shop a few blocks down.

I ignore the weird glances I get from the people the walk by me, probably thinking, Why isn't she wearing a coat, it's freezing. I open the door to the café, letting others in and out first, and walk in, welcoming the smell of coffee and newspaper. A small smile creeps onto my face as I walk behind the counter, taking off my jacket and replacing it with an apron.

My numb fingers start pressing buttons on the register, taking money, making orders, and returning money.

That Afternoon-

I hang my apron up and slide my jacket on again, yelling, "Take care of yourself, old man!"

"You too!" Mr. Giavicci (Jee-uh-vee-chee) yells back.

"Later," I say as I leave the shop, the crisp cold air hitting me hard. I walk away towards the warehouse about a mile down the street. My side still hurts, but I ignore it still. I reach the warehouse, take a deep breath, and knock on the metal door. Someone yells from behind it, "Fuck off!"

"Blood!" I yell back. Can't they come up with better code words? I mean, who would yell blood at someone who just told them to leave? Totally not suspicious... Yeah right. I wait patiently as someone undoes the twelve locks. When the door opens, I see Eddie standing there. He steps to the side and lets me in.

I shuffle in and past the group of people playing pool and smoking. I keep walking until I reach a room full of young eager boys. I walk up to the oldest one and ask him, "What's going on here?"

"Boss is looking for new recruits," he says, shaking his head slightly.

"And I'm supposed to be the test subject?" I ask. He nods his head, making me sigh and walk over to the door on the other side of the room. I knock on it and wait a little while, hearing someone walk over. The door opens, bringing Cole into view. When he sees me, he smiles evilly and says, "Ready?"

I say nothing and he grabs my arm throwing me to the floor in the room. He opens the door fully and says, "Get in a fucking line and I will let in two at a time."

Everyone does nothing for a moment until the look in Cole's eyes becomes deadly as he screams, "I said, get in a fucking line. Two at a time. Do not fucking make me repeat myself!"

Everyone then scrambled into a line, except for the guard that I talked to earlier. I stand up as Cole let's in two boys about my age. They glance at me and stand in the middle of the room. Cole goes over to the older one and punches him in the stomach.

The younger one gawks at Cole while the boy beside him sputters and falls to the floor. Cole steps back and watches the reaction of the two. The older one stands up again and stays where he is, while the younger one jumps Cole.

Cole blocks or dodges each shot the boy throws at him. The older one just stays there, watching the two. I keep my eyes on the older one, waiting to see what he will do. He must've sensed that I was looking at him, because he looked over at me with a confused expression. Then I hear a thud, causing the older one to look over. I already know what's happened though. Cole probably threw the young boy at the wall, knocking him out.

The older boy stays where he is and waits as Cole walks over to him. The moment Cole is merely inches from the boy's face, Cole takes a step back, pain flashing through his face. I look at the boy to see that his arm is still out from the punch he just threw.

I smirk a little, knowing I shouldn't, and Cole sees it. He asks, "Find something funny bitch?!"

"No sir," I say solemnly, the smirk long gone. He chuckles and grabs my arm, putting me in front of the boy.

"Hit her," Cole says with a scary calmness. I clear any emotion from my face as the boy just stares at me and then Cole in disbelief. Cole notices his hesitation and yells, "Hit the bitch!"

The boy looks at me, trying to decide whether or not he should do it. Reluctantly, I smirk and say, "Awww... Scared to hit a girl? Cole, this kids too much of a wimp. I think we might as well take the other one, he was at least a fighter."

I could see it in the boy's eyes. He made a decision. He back-handed me. Hard. That was followed with kicks and punches, a few knees to the stomach.

Later That Night...

I limp up the steps as the car drives away. I open the door and when it shuts behind me, I collapse to the floor, passing out.