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Chapter 1

Jake Andrews quickly shoved the brown package into his old backpack, slinging it over his broad shoulders he jumped onto his bmx and peddled past the late afternoon crowd of people making there way through town.

When he arrived back home he kicked open his bedroom door and chucked his bag on his unmade sofa bed. He stretched out on the bed turning on his cheap tv to fill the small empty room with sound, drowning out the silence. He closed his dark brown eyes, going through the events of the day, until his thoughts turned to the package sitting at the bottom of his bag. He jolted up and snatched it out. Jake stared at the sealed line for a minute before tearing it open with his rough fingers. Peering inside the open package, he saw the wad of cash he'd been working for all week. A cheeky grin spread across his tanned face, his life could be dangerous and scary most of the time, but it paid well and he was happy to keep it that way. He pulled the money out with a steady hand and tucked it inside the tear underneath his mattress. This time as he led down on his bed he closed his eyes and thought about the day ahead of him not knowing what was going to take place, all he knew is that it was defiantly going to be an adventure. Darkness clouded in and Jake fell asleep.

The next morning Jake got up early, he'd had a restless night, tossing and turning, knowing that he had a busy day ahead of him with some dangerous people who he had got on the wrong side of. He had debts to pay off to there boss and this time they were not going to take no for an answer.

As jake stood in the steamy shower he let the boiling hot water stream down his soft skin. "How did I even get myself into all of this?" he thought to himself aloud. He stood under the running water for what seemed like minutes but in reality he was there for an hour running things over his mind, eventually he sighed and came back to the real world.

Stepping out of the steam and into the cold bathroom with the rotting away ceiling, he wrapped himself in a itchy white towel and pulled a black t-shirt over his still wet muscular body. The beads of water had turned cold and were dripping from his chocolate brown hair. He finished getting changed and pulled the towel from around his waist, rustling dry his hair. He glanced at his cell phone, the time read 10:48am, he had 12 minutes before he planned on leaving. He gathered the things he would need for the day, including a shank hidden deep into the mattress, which he carried around with him most days just incase he needed to use it for protection, he also collected together the stashes of cash he'd been collecting over the weeks, hoping he'd got enough to pay off all the debts he owed.

He headed out the door on time and cycled fast enough to meet his first opponent of the day. As he cycled, worry started to sneak in, thoughts started to run through his head of the threats that had been directly made to him. He reached the meeting point and and took a deep breath. "Don't panic, you got this" he whispered to himself. As he climbed of his bike, the palms of his hands became clammy, but he wiped them on his faded jeans and let the man waiting for him know of his arrival.