Samantha

Chapter Two

It was so dark outside and I could merely see a meter in front of me. No one was in the streets at that hour of night but there I was, hugging the black leather bag tightly and walking to  James's place on my feet; avoiding any possible contact with anyone.

The gold store had paid me well and even more than my needing. My  mom's jewelries were really expensive and valuable that the salesman in the store didn't bother to argue with the money I asked for. And for that, I felt slightly guilty but not sorry at all. I needed the money at all costs.

She's already dead. It doesn't matter anymore, I thought.  

Fifteen minutes of walking and I finally made it to  James's house which was normally situated in a high-class neighborhood. I remembered how James had been lecturing everyone about acting normal around people so they wouldn't catch us. Buying a house in such a place won't definitely make any scene to our activities, that's what he said.

James was never a leader to me. He might be the one above us all - the normal members of the gang - but he was never a leader to me. I loathed him, despised him.

Sometimes I thought about running away from the gang, to join a new one and it'd be over. But that wasn't that easy at all. Thinking about joining another gang made me revive how hard it had been to gain James' trust. I wasn't going through this again. Besides, I wouldn't actually dare to because he'll easily kill me down.

I hated the idea of how I volunteered myself to him but I was going to lose it to someone sooner or later. The later the better. Oh, how I wished it was Jack and not James. It would've been much easier and I'd gladly think about these moments everyday instead of hating myself more. It's not that I'm disgusted or anything; I don't actually care, but that night connected me to him in more than one way.

He would want that every time he'd see me. It's almost like I'm the only girl he saw in his life. And I was nobody to say no to him. I started this after all.

Sighing, I shook my head as I thought of how stupid my thoughts were. It's a war of surviving and losing my virginity was part of that all. It wasn't that bad if I looked at it from the bright side; I got his trust as a payback.

Re-gaining my power and esteem, somehow, I held the bag casually in my hands and knocked on the big, brown door in front of me.  I didn't have to wait more before the door creaked open and the blonde guy peeked his head out.

"Open the fucking door it's just me, Peter" I said and he flinched at my tone. I didn't intent for it to be that harsh, yet I had no time to correct that mistake.

I shoved past Peter and could hear muffled voices coming from the main living room of this massive house.

I questioningly looked at Peter, "who's here?".

Peter walked closer to my side, and put his face few inches away from my ear. "His highness and his retinue" He whispered.

Those are the big bosses and the people responsible for all the goods to reach James' hold. Surprisingly,  no one had ever suspected a thing about them smuggling cocaine and other drugs inside the city and the whole country.

No one was ever able to see them; the big guys. Except for James of course who can easily connect directly with them.

Peter held his arm in front of me when I tried walking in their speech. I looked up at him with a raised brow that drew his arm back down. He was a new member, still in the process of gaining trust. He wasn't like most of the guys here; tough and strong even if they aren't bulky. He was easy to play and weak. You might find it sick but I find my strength in his presence. Someone was even weaker than a girl.