The Gangleader

Chapter one

Maya's POV

Shit!

I'm late, once again. I'm supposed to be heading towards my dads for dinner to meet my "oh so, great, new, step-mom", my dad was pretty upset that I never showed to their stupid wedding. 

My parents split when I was 11, and I remember when my dad met his "oh so great girlfriend" I was just entering my Junior year. Life went terribly after that, and everything was always my fault. I always miss my mom, but maybe it was because she was young and didn't want to take care of me anymore, she had me at 16 when my father was 19 at the time. I knew when I moved out I'd stay away from my dysfunctional family and stay to myself. I'm 19 now and live in a tiny loft apartment by myself on the outside of Los Angeles, I don't like the city much, so I try to stay away from it as much as possible. Too many bad memories.

Getting out of my thoughts, I park my car on the now darkened street, unbuckling my seat belt, I step out onto the wet damp sidewalk. Adjusting my black skinny jeans, while shoving my phone into my back pocket. I look down the street to see my dads apartment a few blocks down. 

"Ugh, this will be a walk," I mumble to myself.

I start walking up the sidewalk, a cold wind swooped in making me shiver, causing me to bring my hands up to my arms. I hear faint footsteps following behind me, causing me to turn around. Seeing no one around me I start quickening my pace. 

It happened just like that. Big hands pulled me into a dark alley, covering my mouth to prevent my muffled screams.

I tried to scream as loud as I could. Kicking and screaming for someone to hear me, or for the masked stranger to let me go. But the unknown strangers' grip tightened. I saw a few others in front of me before a clothed bag went over my head.

I tried everything I could screaming, kicking, scratching, but I just kept getting hit or punched. I was thrown over someone's broad shoulders, he had a tight grip on me and wouldn't let go. The aroma smelled like expensive cologne with a hint of weed. 

I kept trying to kicking my legs against his chest trying to get out of his grip, but it didn't seem to phase him a bit. We finally reached a stopping point, the stranger threw me roughly onto the ground.

"Try to escape, and we'll kill you." The unknown stranger whispered closely in my ear, sending a shiver up my spine.

I sat there on my knees with my head held down, tears were streaming down my face into quiet sobs so they wouldn't hear me.

"When's boss getting here?" One voice said, with a hint of irritation hidden in his voice.

"Soon." Another voice replied.

Minutes later I heard faint foot steps approaching.

"What have we got here." An unknown voice says, his voice was so deep and powerful. One of the other guys connected their shoe onto my back kicking me onto the hard, cold, cement.

"A girl." another voice responded.

"She was a hassle all right." another chimed in, hearing him pull something out of his pocket.

"Alright, Scott." Hearing the deep voice respond, "Where did you find her." he continues.

"She was walking on the side of the street, we jumped her, and covered a bag over her head." he replied, I heard him light something in between his sentences, " She kept screaming and crying, you know how it goes. She's a pretty little thing though." He finished, then a strong aroma filled my nose. The other members agreed snickering.

"Alright, let's see." The unknown voice said, hearing footsteps closer in front of me. The bag on top of my head went flying off, I kept looking down not wanting to see the monster in front of me.

He roughly grabbed my face forcing me to look up at him. He was gorgeous, his eyes were a warm range of soft colors, his hair hung roughly over his forehead from underneath his black hoodie, he had a perfect jawline that could easily slice my finger, along with his gorgeous cheekbones. He had a collect-full of tattoos that ran up his neck and a few peeked from underneath his rolled up sleeves. He couldn't be much older than me nonetheless, maybe around 21 or 22.

What was I thinking, he's probably about to kill me and I'm thinking of how gorgeous he is? I look around glancing at the few other of the boys, seeing their faces. There was a collection of blue and brown eyes looking down at me, a lot of them had tattoos and messy hair, some were smoking a joint but others were just staring. They were all fairly good looking, they looked young no older than 25 or 26.

The gorgeous stranger stared at me for which seemed like forever, until he finally broke out of his gaze and threw me to the ground.

"Do whatever you'd like with her." he said quietly, "and meet me back home when you've finished." he continued, he then turned to walk away.

I felt multiple strong hands pull me back.

"No! Please!" I cried, screaming and fighting as hard as I can to release their grips.

Some pulled out weapons while others started to unbuckle their belts.

"Please don't!!" I try to escape, but they kept holding me down. 

Seconds later, I heard faint footsteps towards us, looking up I saw the gorgeous stranger again.

"Don't fucking touch her, Let her go." He said with his deep voice, a hint of anger crept into his voice.

All the boys immediately stopped, with shock written on all their faces.

"Um, boss are you sur-" The gorgeous stranger cut him off, running his fingers through his messy, dark, hair angrily.

"Yes Scott I'm fucking sure!" he said, raising his voice.

"But Jackson, you've never let anyone go," Scott replied, holding his half-smoked joint in between his fingers, raising his eyebrows.

The rest of the boys were still in shock.

"Don't fucking question me!" Jackson yelled, making all the boys jump, "I said let her go! So let her go! Now !" he said gritting his teeth.

I look up and scramble quickly to my feet, "T-thank you so much." I manage to stutter out, 

"Go away before I change my mind," Jackson muttered, taking out a joint and lighting it between his fingers.

I quickly run down the alley heading back towards my car. I'm definitely not going to dinner after having this kind of night. 

I reach my black jeep, and quickly adjust the keys, starting the ignition. I throw my wild hair into a messy bun, taking in the events that just happened. I pull my phone out of my pocket quickly.

10 new messages 

" Where are you?!"-Dad

"Maya!" - Dad

"You're a huge disappointment, thanks for ditching yet another dinner" -Dad

I quit reading there, turning off my phone I step on the gas driving out onto the street into the night.

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