Protected by the gang {Bloods}

Chapter one

"Hey" I said sneering. A man bumped into me, making me drop my bag of things from the store onto the dark street. He said nothing, just looked behind him, then grabbed me around my throat. "The fuck man?!" I tried to loosen his grip, but he was to bulky and fat. I could hear my heart beat in my ears from the little bit of oxygen getting into my lungs, but what made me relax was the sound of shouting voices and running footsteps, coming in my direction. The man who had me by my throat turned me around so my back was to his chest facing the sounds of the now louder running steps. A knife that I hadn't seen before was now pressed very tightly to my throat, I closed my eyes and started to pray to God to make my death quick and as painless.

"Let her go Bro" I didn't dare open my eyes, but i could tell whomever was running before, was now here, in front of me and this man. "She ain't got nothin to do witchu. Is she?" The voice seemed to come from a female, strange.

"She is his daughter, so yeah, she does got shit to do with me." The chest behind me vibrated with every word he spoke making me shake in fear. His voice seemed shallow almost weak and tired. Maybe i could try to escape if i try. "Micheal's blood daughter." At that moment I gasped and opened my eyes real quick. The man leaned down toward my ear, "Arn't cha little one" i could smell alcohol and stale cigarettes on his breath, it took all my will power to not gag.

I looked in front of me to the large group of men and women all in red shirts and denim jeans, some even had red hair or red bandanas, but they all had some type of weapon pointed at me ready for a sign to strike. Some slowly started to make a moves to surround me and the man to cage us in, leaving no where to run. There went my plan to escape. The female whom seemed to be the talker from before stepped forward. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was her, my older sister. My father Micheal had a daughter before me, he used to show me pictures of her, she looked almost identical to me, though she had blue eyes, and i had brown.

I spoke to the man behind me "Yes I'm his blood, but I refuse to be labeled as that sack of shit's daughter. Nasty old man, you want dead, is this what this shit is about? Go ahead i surely wont be stoping you. Hell I'll even help with the death blow."

The man laughed "Sweet cheeks, I work for your daddy, and I'm here to bring you home." He spoke the last part more to the group in front of me then he was to me.

My sister snapped her fingers and then out of nowhere a shot rang out. I gasped as i heard the man grunt, the knife at my throat grew slack and then fell entirely making a clattering sound as it hit the ally floor. I felt the body disappear from my back and heard him fall to the ground. They fucking shot him, they could of hit me or worse, missed him and he'd of slit my throat wide open.