Kidnapping the Gang Leader

9 - Boiling Water

Tuneage: Knuckles - Moose Blood

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"Riley, I suggest you leave." My heart raced at the venom in Damien's voice, how much he sounded like a true gang leader. He was cold and desolate, like he could kill half the worlds population and not give a shit.

I mean, so could I, but still.

"Why would I do that? You see, you've been slowly taking over my territory, and I've been trying to find your weakness. Well, it seems like I have." I grit my teeth before touching Damien slightly, feeling his body relax under my fingers.

I slipped my hand under my dress to the small knife clipped to my thigh, pulling it out slowly as Riley blabbed on about how mad he was at Damien and how he ruined him and blah blah blah.

Riley was a huge man, with absolutely no head on the top of his head and a patchy mustache. His eyes were bloodshot and almost completely black in the dark garden lights, with faded tattoos on his arm. He wasn't attractive in the slightest, and was wearing grey sweatpants and a beer stained white shirt.

"You're really annoying." I blurted out, causing his face to redden in anger and embarrassment. I heard Damien chuckle before he pulled out his own gun, cocking it and point it directly to Riley.

"You really are, so, nighty night." Damien shot his gun at exactly the same time Riley did, except Riley was a shitty shot.

His bullet grazed my arm, cutting my upper arm and jolting me into action. I groaned and gripped my knife before throwing it, slamming it into the direct center of his chest since Damien only shot his shoulder.

"Dumbass." I muttered while my fingers touched the long cut, my dress now ruined.

"Fern, I'm so sorry, but we have to get out of here." He gripped my arm and began walking to a small exit in the back corner, the skin where the bullet grazed me on fire.

"Damien, calm down. We can figure this out-"

"No Fern you don't understand! He was going to shoot you!" We reached his car while he fished out his keys, the button unlocking the car as I climbed into the passenger seat.

"I do understand Damien! But that was small compared to other things that happen in your gang, okay, I get it. You're a gang leader, that puts me at risk." He sighed while starting the car and lurching it forward, pulling effortlessly onto the freeway. His hands clenched the steering wheel, his jaw clenched as he didn't bother to answer me.

We pulled into the house, Charles and Joeys car gone from the drive way. I looked up to him with my silent question as we both got out, his arm outstretched to keep the door open for me. "They left to take care of Rileys body."

I nodded as he shut the door behind me, turning when I heard him sigh deeply. "What is it?"

"Go get your bag packed, you can't live with us anymore." My eyebrows furrowed, my stomach practically lurching up to my throat.

"What?"

"I don't want you living here anymore, okay? So go get your fucking bag packed and when Joey gets back he can bring you home." I stared at him for a few moments, looking for any hesitation or doubt, but his face was completely blank and cold.

"Is this because of Riley?"

"GO PACK YOUR BAGS, NOW!"

I spun on my heel and darted up the stairs, pressure building behind my eyes. I went into his room and pushed all my clothes hastily into my duffel bag, running my hands through my hair as I tried to control my emotions.