Leader of the most feared gang in all of New York, Xella Payne, is a mystery to all especially a very law abiding good boy, Damon Anderson, who strangely and unconsciously is being drawn to Xella.
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~Xella's pov~
Everything was destroyed.
Furniture were overturned. Glass were broken. Windows were smashed. Everything was completely....ruined.
I stepped further into the room, glass crunching beneath my leather boots. I fanned away dust from around me, coughing as it filled my lungs, blocking my air passage.
While holding my breath, I glanced around, trying to piece everything together. I get that someone is trying to erase any trace of Damon's past but why and judging by the amount of dust in the air and the damages in general, I'd say, all this destruction hadn't happened too long ago.
Which means someone has to know we were coming either that or they were just lucky which I highly doubt but how would they know? A few hours ago I was the only one who knew about my 'little adventure'. After that, it was just Xavier, Skylar, Raven, Ruby and well Reagan but I don't think she knows half the shit that's going on in her head alone to begin with.
Unless there's someone hiding amongst us and happen to overhear. If that's true then they must have a leader along with other soldiers with us-
I think you're going crazy, Demonella exclaimed, breaking me out of my train of thoughts. I rolled my eyes at her.
I've gone crazy a long time ago.
I stopped as I saw a very familiar type of paper sticking out from under a pebble on the kitchen table. Only one person I knew would use this to send a message to me. That crazed little bitch I considered a best friend.....how times have changed.
As I got closer I remembered one small detail she can never live without......Traps.
I looked around the room noticing a thick dark string at the corner of the room. Stepping towards it, I gently grabbed it, feeling it's rough and dusty surface on my finger tips. I followed the string along the walls as it led me to a very hidden spot, located at the top corner of the room.
In it was a dark dangerous-looking crossbow, her favorite weapon. The string was secured tightly on the trigger and only a slight tug of the string would lead to an arrow straight through whatever's in it's way.
Out of curiosity, I stepped against the wall, away from the direction of the crossbow and pulled on the string, feeling the trigger pull. A deadly arrow sliced it's way through the table, landing halfway into the floor in seconds. A hole was left behind by the arrow's brutality and a smirk crept upon my face.
Only Liv would do something like that when sending a message.
I know. The smirk turned into a grin as I remembered all those times we trained together, and all those times we kicked each other's ass. A chuckle left my lips as I shook my head. She my be crazy as fuck but she can beat your ass in anything, well except for me of course we were always tied.
