Gang War Fighters

Chapter 4 Rude Ass

Hope's POV June 8th

"I'll try to make it quick and as painless as possible."

"You sure you know how to do this, Hope?" John asks. I nodded while putting on some medical gloves. "Yeah, it was a part of my 3 year training, it was a two year medical course that I was required to take," I explain.

My hands tremble as I cut his shirt to access the wound a little easier. "Don't you have morphine or some shit?" Adrian gulps. Adrian was never good with blood, unless his life's at risk.

"No, I don't have morphine because that means taking from the gang's supply and the medical ward needs it more than I do," I snapped. He flinches and looks down. I sigh and start to make the incision.

My heart slams against my chest as the room echoes with the muffled screams of my brother. I wipe my forehead as the sweat builds up. "No arteries seem to be hit, the bullet didn't go deep either," I shake. I slowly pull out the bullet to not hit anything I'm not supposed to. Everybody lets out a big sigh when the bullet is completely out.

I started stitching up the wound, once I made sure nothing was hit and there's no bullet left. I covered it in a gauze and sighed deeply in relief. The guys let go of Chris, the 3 of us collapse on the ground.

Chris groans in pain, my heart shatters at the fact that it's partial if not all my fault. I get up and plant a kiss on his sweaty forehead. "I'm sorry," I choke. He smiles and holds my face, "It's alright, just let me take a quick nap." I nod swiping my hand through his hair to get it out of his face.

I let Chris take over my bed, so I sit down on my bean bag. "You guys can't do that again," I mutter. "You're our friend, I'm pretty sure you would have done the same for us," John sighs.

I glare at him. "No I wouldn't, because you guys would take me away before I could even make the decision for myself." Adrian's eyes widened, he slowly backed away figuring that me and John were going to fight again.

"We kinda have to Hope. You're our boss, the leader, if something happens to you the gang is doomed because you haven't chosen your second." I glare at him, he knows that if he brings up the gang then I can't fight back. The leader is always the first priority, because if anything happens to me, we're doomed. I have no successor and I haven't chosen my second.

"I can handle myself and you know that. I've been trained for these situations, three years of training, John," I raise my voice. He stands up and starts getting up in my face. Asshole, just because you're taller doesn't mean anything.

"It doesn't matter how many years of training you had. Look at your dad, he was leader for years but he's still died-" I slap him.

"Don't you dare bring my dad into this. He was betrayed by one of his pillars. He was an amazing leader and even better father. You're an asshole for saying that, if it weren't for him you wouldn't exactly be here. Living freely, being able to do whatever the hell you want. If you want to stand in my home and demand respect, then respect my father." His face falls, in shame and anger.

I walk out grabbing my backpack. Fuck this, fuck him. I grab my keys and go outside to my motorcycle, I drive off. Yes, I'm sort of exaggerating but if there's one thing you don't do, it's disrespect my father. I speed on the highway, swerving in between cars, racing with others. I love this bike, it reminds me of all the memories I've had with him. He used to drive around with me. He taught me how to take care of his bike, to keep it running well.

I wipe my eyes not wanting to cry anymore. I hate crying, but it usually does get my point across when I'm arguing with the guys. I groan in frustration, I need a break from them and their drama.