Police sirens were piercing through the silence of the night, destroying any peace that was once in the area. I shifted gears and skillfully drifted around the corner, narrowly missing a guy that was about to walk across the street. A small chuckle left my lips as I saw the angry face of the man in my rearview mirror.
I kept driving like that for what felt like hours before the sound of the police sirens died off completely, leaving me with nothing but the sound of the car’s engine and the squealing of tires on the asphalt. I slowed down to a reasonable speed before trying to find out exactly where I was.
Looking at my surroundings, I noticed that I wasn't too far from one of the gang's headquarters and safe house. It was only a five minute drive from where I was currently at. If I could call somebody to open the gates, I could be in a nice comfy bed in about half an hour.
I grabbed my phone from the console and dialed the one person I knew was always at Headquarters D. I looked at the clock on my radio and let out a frustrated sigh. It was 4:30 in the morning and I was stuck running from cops.
After hearing the phone starting to ring, I put it on speaker and threw the phone on the dashboard, going back to looking around at the place that was my hometown. Nothing had changed appearance wise.
The street I was on was anything but inviting, just like every other street in that place at night. The huge brick buildings were run down and appeared to be abandoned, but I knew they were anything but. Those buildings were used as unofficial homeless shelters or a drug addict’s paradise.
"What?" A deep, Spanish accented voice growled through the phone, making me chuckle.
I guess some things never change.
"Well, I see you're still the grumpy old man I left behind 4 years ago," I replied with amusement.
I pulled onto a gravel driveway, stopping in front of the huge metal gates blocking the path towards the headquarters. I put the car in park and looked around, noticing a huge dent in the right gate.
"Adrianna? Is that really you?" Roberto finally asked.
I laughed before replying, "Yes, now would you please open the gates to Headquarters D? I have had a long night."
Which was a complete understatement. I had been running from the cops all night. Once I would lose one of them, another would come out of nowhere. It was like they knew exactly when and where I was going to be.
"Yea, I will be waiting," He quickly said, ending the call.
The gates slowly creaked open, allowing me to go through. The driveway wasn't too long, but to me it felt like miles. As soon as the building that I spent most of my high school years in came into view, I could feel the butterflies of excitement erupt in my stomach.
I put my car in park right in front of the 3-story mansion, sitting there a minute with my hands clutching the wheel. Excitement was soon replaced with nerves at what was going to happen when I walked through those huge mahogany doors.
Well, I can't put off the inevitable.
After grabbing my bag from the trunk, I walked right up to the huge doors. It took me a minute, but I pushed open the already unlocked doors. I walked in and shut the doors, but before I could move any farther, two large hands reached out and locked onto my arms.
My instincts kicked in and I kicked the person in the shins, forcing them to loosen their grip on me. Before they could do anything else, I twisted my arms out of their hold and quickly turned around, throwing a punch. My knuckles met the person’s nose, forcing them to take a few steps back.
