It All Started With One Stupid Mistake

Chapter 11: Please Don't Judge Me

Jaquani's POV

Too often people hold back from making decisions, because they are afraid of being judged by those around them. Even when we don't realize, we contemplate making decisions, because we wonder what people will say about it and how people will look at us after we've made that decision. We should start making decisions because we think that's what's best for our lives, not what's best for people to say or talk about.
What I've learnt is, no matter what you'll do, people will always have something to say about it and try to make you inferior.
But a wise man once said, "No one can make you inferior, without your consent."

Remember when I was giving a background summary about my life? Well I left out one tiny detail.

Well maybe it's not classed as tiny, but eh.

I'm in a gang, in fact, I'm also the second in rank leader for the gang, Merciless Dragons. We aren't really violent, we just do what we have to do. I mean, yes we do kill people, but only when they do harm to who we care about, or if they owe us a large sum of money, which we most definitely, cannot allowed.
This is because, we use the money we get from selling drugs and other useful supplies, to pay the members of our gang.
Money isn't really a problem in our gang, but we do have our occasional problems with a few clients. I'm not apart of a gang because I want to have a bad boy reputation, I'm apart of this gang because of more concrete reasons that are both life threatening and essential to me.
I'll let you all in on that, some other time.
Currently, I'm on my way to headquarters because some nosy brat, hacked into my private biography. I mean, why people got to always snoop around other people's stuff!? If it's not your business, then stay out of it.
You might be wondering what I mean by "headquarters", so let me just tell you about it. See, my gang is the third highest rank gang in the entire North America Continent. With that advantage, we have high tech IT specialists working with us, all over the region. They secure our private biography, hack into private data for us and also to protect us from being hacked. Because our gang is situated in New York, we have a New York Headquarters IT Lab, that's confidential and disguised perfectly.

It's just outside town, so it took only 30 minutes to get there. I got out of my car, went up the short flight of stairs and placed my finger on the capacitive scanner, that is; the scanner that takes my finger print in order to grant me access into the building. The word "ACCESS" came on and the slide door, opened.
I got in and automatically, you saw people running around with different files in their hands and others typing away, on the smart computers. I made my way to the escalator, to get to the second floor, to speak with Shawn, the IT specialist assigned to my profile.

I know what you're thinking, pretty advanced place right?

When I got to the second floor; which was a bit similar to the first, I made my way over to Shawn's working station.
"Hey man, you made it right on time, if you came earlier, I'd still be in that board meeting." he said, without even looking at me as he was giving his computer, his undivided attention.
"Sup dude, what was the board meeting for?" I inquired.
"Oh nothing major, just about a advancing our security for each of our members bio and profile." he replied.
"Okay, so what you have to tell me about my profile, who hacked into it?" I asked, a bit eagerly.
"Well, some dude, I think it's Ashton, asked some amateur IT friends of his, to search you up, but they didn't cover their tracks. Apparently, he saw you win your fight at your uncle's undergrown fighting rank, took a picture of you and brought it to them to find out more about you." he said all in one breath, then continued, "He didn't get a hold of the most discreet information, but he did find out about you being in the gang and shared this with someone else, I've been working on finding out who that person is, but I'll let you know by a morning" he told me.
"Thanks man, your doing a really great job." I told him, pat him on the back and walked off.

Inside, i really want to find this Ashton guy, who I think attends my school, and rip his head off but even deeper down inside, I want to see where this goes.
Did he have me looked up because he's working for someone or better yet whom did he share my information with and why???

I got out of the building and hopped into my car. I drove off, deciding to check on grandma and see how she's doing back at home.

I will find out who's doing this and why.
I really hate this, why am I constantly being judged!?
Urgghhhh!!, I fucking hate people, so much.

And wala!!
That's a rap, thanks for reading!
I'll try updating possibly two chapters tomorrow, I'm sorry for my bad updating schedule but still, stay on the alert!!
Love,
Keddy❤❤