False Loyalty, and True Love

Golden Guns N' Thorny Roses

      Rose's P.O.V

"Is this the full shipment?" I ask.

"I believe so, boss. "

"What the fuck do you mean 'I believe!" I spat out. The dealer looked at me shocked. "I asked for twenty fucking rifles! Twenty! And you can't even get me half the fucking shipment! Fuck it, Cole, finish his ass."

"Got it, Ro."

"Wait, no! Please, I can make it up to you!" He begged. I snorted. Fucking pig.

"He knows too much, get rid of him," I stated plainly. And with that, there was a gunshot, and a cry, until all was silent again. "Get rid of the body." Cole nodded, and I walked back to the penthouse. Tossing my gun on the counter, I groaned. Fuck this. Dad, why did you have to go so early? You didn't even let me fully finish training. I muttered a couple of words in Russian, and then stormed off to the bar. Even though I was a gang leader, I still was going to have my fun. I walked down a couple of blocks when I spotted a club. Even better. I tucked the gun into my leather jacket and stormed inside. The man asked me for identification and I simply walked in, shoving him aside. I didn't need his ass bothering me even more. This day was fucking trash. I at least expected to get something illegal into our hands, but nope! Fucking stupid dealers and their backstabbing bullshit.

"Can I help you?" A waitress asked. I shrugged,

"I don't know, can you?" She looked at me with a menacing glare and then said,

"I guess I can."

"Scotch on the rocks, emphasis on the scotch. And lace it with rum too while you're at it."

"Very well." With that, she set off and I headed towards the dance floor. There were a bunch of stupid drunks sloppily grinding on each other while spilling their drinks on the floor. I sit back at the bar and moan. Fuck this. "Your drink madam." The snarky waitress came back and handed me what looked like a fucking rainbow. I just walked away, no words said.

"Fuck all of you," I murmured and walked off. I stepped outside of the bar and no less than a few blocks, I had managed to get myself in a dark alley, with all sorts of evils lurking nearby. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I slowly shoved my hand inside my shoe, pretending there was something stuck in there, when in reality, I was scouting for any danger nearby. I stood up again. Nope, nothing, must've been the wind. I heard it again and this time, pulled out my gun from my left pocket, hiding it in my jacket while arming it. I felt something cold and sharp being pressed to my neck.

"You are going to follow me without making a noise, and not fight back," said a raspy voice. Seriously, a fucking knife! This dude is definitely new on the job... Pulling out my gun, I aimed at his chest and shot him square in the heart.

"Not today motherfucker," I said plainly, kicking him to the side, and then immediately calling for backup. In a few minutes, Cole and Trey showed up.

"Body, I see it, go back to the house. Detroit wants to talk to you Rose."

"Thanks C." I started worrying. The last time Detroit talked to me was about my father's death. This couldn't be good.

End of chapter one! I doubt anyone's reading but if you are, thanks! I don't know where my inspiration is really coming from but uh, yeah! Next chapter will involve what happens at the warehouse. SO GO! GO! GO! READ!