Kidnapping the Gang Leader

19 - Text Messages

A/N: I know I didn't really talk about Fern being 'F.D.' much but it'll come up in this chapter. Sorry I didn't really have her talk much about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also, sorry it's shorter than usual!

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"Okay, we know his name now and it's time to ruin him from the inside out; starting with his family." Damien spoke, his voice cold and hard as stone. I had only seen him speak like this twice in my life, and it was honestly scary.

"Who are we going to contact to hack into his life?" Charles spoke up when he stole a sausage link off my plate, my eyes flashing as I stabbed him with my fork. "Hey!"

"Mine." I took the sausage out of his grasp and put it back in my mouth, smirking at his open mouth expression.

"We need to call him." My eyes snapped up to Joey, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion along with everyone else in the room.

"Call who?"

"F.D." I felt my breath catch and heart practically stutter, my eyes looking up to Damien sheepishly.

"If you guys get a laptop I'll do it." Joeys eyebrows furrowed when he looked at me, Charles opening his mouth before he even had a chance.

"What the hell do you mean Fern?"

"I'm F.D. Fern Donnelly, get it?" Joey chuckled as he looked at me, faltering when he saw my solemn face. "I'm serious."

I proceeded to tell them everything, including the reason I had been taken in the first place. My father had bullshitted them on a drug deal, instead helping a rival gang that payed him more. The gang found out once they were ambushed and practically taken out, over half of the gang being demolished. I soon took on the roll afterwards, gaining accomplishments and adversaries. I practically owned the gang for a while, until I wretched myself away from almost all gang life.

"Oh, wow. Okay, I uh-" I cut Joeys word vomit off by putting my hand over his mouth.

"Don't pity me, I don't care anymore. I need a lap top, and I can tell you when their next shipment will be." I practically barked, my cheeks flushing bright red. I couldn't help it, I was so tired of pity from every person that heard my shitty story.

I kept my head down until Charles placed a black laptop in front of me, my head looking back up to see everyone's adverted gaze. I took in a deep breath before switching on the laptop, rolling my lip between my teeth.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"You don't have to apologize." Joey said, his soft eyes meeting mine while everyone finally turned to look at me.

"You're wrong, I do. I'm just tired of getting pity from everyone that hears my story." They nodded when my eyes looked at the laptop, my fingers logging me in quickly.

My fingers began to fly across the keys as the guys shifted to watch me from behind, my eyes narrowing in on the screen. I hacked into Jason's email before making my way through their security cameras and the details they kept under their belt.

I smiled as I cracked out my still joints, the familiar buzz radiating through my body as I dealt with virus after virus. It took me a few hours before I finally had everything printed out, the main security camera they had displayed on the laptop.