Welcome to Gang Life

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Alarms go off in my head and my mind screams at me to run. Ace was the man that Derek hates and the one he was talking to on the phone the other day. But there are hundreds of people named Ace in New York. Right?

God I'm being stupid this is the Ace that my brothers and them all fucking hate. I can see why though. His jaw is chiseled and he's really good looking, but there's a sense of arrogance leaking off of him that makes him seem more intimidating then he already is. Too say I'm intrigued is an under statement.

I clear my throat. " Well I better get going, it's getting late. It was nice meeting you,"

I start walking into my apartment complex, but he stops me by grabbing me by the arm. My first instinct is to grab his other arm and hoist him back while jabbing my knee in his face, but I decide otherwise.

" Can I get your number?" He asks.

I look at him in confusion. He wants my number? He's intelligent and dangerous you can tell by his stance, but there's something about him that I can't put my finger on.

" Um no offense you barely know me," I begin.

I start to walk away again, but he stands in front of me. I sigh and look at him straight in the eye.

" Can I go?"

" Nope," he says while popping the p.

I roll my eyes and head to the left, but he steps that way to. This continues on for about 30 seconds and I groan stomping my foot on the ground. I eye his phone from his pocket and grab it and open it up surprised that he doesn't have a password and type in my number.

" Here you go random stranger that could kill me," I say while handing back his phone to him.

" Thanks princess," he winks.

I stand there and watch as he walks away on the street. His figure soon disappears into the darkness.

I exhale loudly and run into my apartment complex dashing up the stairs to get to my floor.

Now you must be thinking why the fuck would you give that psycho your number? Well my dear good friends I have a plan. It could end up really badly, but hey I have nothing to lose. My options are to go out with the guy and possibly get murdered, but when my brothers find out they get all mad and shit which will make them tell me what's actually going on and what gang they're in. Or it's the wrong Ace and I end up actually liking this guy or never calling him back.

I go to my apartment door and jab my key in and enter lightly humming to myself. I enter my closet and put on a sweatshirt and shorts, ideas and possibilities running through my head.

I have a plan which could end very badly, but could lead to the truth. God I'm stupid I don't know what I'm doing with my life.

I go to the bathroom and do my usually routine and after crawl into the comforts of my bed. I glance over at the gun lying on my bed side table.

One day maybe I'll end it.

I twist and turn not able to go to sleep and finally realization dawns upon me.

What the hell did I just do?