The Mafia Family

Chapter 16

Juliette's POV

I never imagine being in the District where there's nothing left. It's a ghost town, I was taken back when there were dried blood on the ground and some homeless people around. Looking at us, good thing we didn't wear some fancy clothing nor carry that would be taken away from us. Seven, Flynn and Renny walked with ease, they should be because they are from here. Gunshots heard from a distance, screaming and yelling which was hard to ignore.
"Your daily Sunday. If your lucky, you can watch some guts being spilled by some women who found out they guy have been lying. Or watch someone being killed in front of you."

"No thanks. I've seen enough of that back home."

Going through a back alley, I held Elijah's hand and refuse to let go. There were some kids gambling and watching us. One held a knife and Seven stood in front of us, pulling out a piece of bread. "Take it, little man. Where the Doc at?"

"Still at his work. He always there."

"Thanks. Come on."

"They can't be more then 8 years old. They're living like this?"

"Unlike the kids back in your rich neighborhood. These kids fight to survive and will do anything to get what they want. I have a guy who brings food here whenever he can. It's hard but it's how it is."

"It's been a while since I was here. I remember fighting my way to survive. Remember alot of things."

"I remember fighting some guys and being left for dead, I still have the scar."

"You guys struggled to survive this place. How does it work? You grew up with nothing."

"We grew up knowing there's no hope for some of us. Your lucky you live to see your 16th birthday or 20."

"Your lucky if there's some rain or something that get you through the night."

"We're here. Doc should be in, I'll be back in two hours. Later."

"Later."

"The Drug Crooly is being made here, right?"

"More being sold around this area, let's see what the doc has to say." Flynn pound on the door as they heard shouting from the inside.

"I don't have the money yet, King! Come back when it's here!"

"We're not from King!"

"I swear if it's you Dash I'm going to beat your ass!" He opened the door and he was a middle aged man, around his 30s, messy brown hair and glasses, white coat and he was missing two figures.

"Who are you?"

"Sullivan from District 37."

"Austin of District 40."

"Damn I know you. Didn't expect you to come back. Most who get out of ther don't ever come back. What do you want?"

"We need to talk. About the drug Crooly."

"Don't know what your talking about. And what the hell is Crooly? Sound stupid."

"Don't play dumb with us, Doc. You know what it is." Flynn moved him out of the way and entered the building, his clinic was like any clinic but he's not even a licensed doctor.

"Are you really a licensed doctor? Because I don't see it."

"It's back in my district. I moved here."

"Willingly?"

"Who are you anyway?"

"Here to talk to you about if you know anything about the drug Crooly. You know what it is. Who's been selling it?"