Chapter 2

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Maya pov

At lunch time something weird happened.  Damien came and sat with me and my friends.  I was extremely suspicious, but he was new at school and since we aren't related it would be strange for us to know each other enough to have any sort of grudge, so he ended up sitting by us. That and the fact that he used blackmail.  When he left the table to take our trash me and Dax gave each other a suspicious look.  We knew he was up to no good.  "Why did he sit with us?  He didn't even talk.  He is definitely up to something." Riley said quietly to make sure that Damien couldn't hear our conversation.  "Yeah, there is definitely something shady going on here.  If he tries anything just know I will fuck him up ."  I replied.  "Yes queen!" Dax replied whilst clicking his fingers in a diagonal pattern.  I don't know why he doesn't come out already.  He knows for sure that I won't judge him and half the time he is so obvious.  For example, before a girl was flirting with him and he looked as if he was ready to throw up, so instead of flirting back he was looking behind her.  What he was looking at though definitely confirmed my suspicions.  He was staring at a guys ass.  He did have a pretty nice ass and I thought that maybe he was jealous or something or maybe it was just normal for a guy to look at another guys ass once in a while.  I look at Riley's ass all the time because she is my best friend and she has a nice ass.  She does the same for me.  After watching him closely for a few more weeks I realised that he would stare at guys asses all the fricking time.  I kid you not, I don't know if he hears half the things I talk to him about.  Horny bastard.

Damien came back to the table and lamely attempted a conversation which we all ignored since we hate him.  We were then saved by the bell and left to our next classes.  In no time the school day was over and I was ready to go and pick up Tom from school.  I got in my car and left to the school.  I was early as he gets let out of school half an hour after me and his school is only fifteen minutes away.  When I got there I went onto the school yard to wait for him to come out.  There was a rule that if a parent or guardian wasn't here to pick up the students the teacher wouldn't let them leave.  Tom went to a private school that I paid for with my money.  I wanted him to have a good education.  The teachers already see my as Tom's mother anyway so I'm fine to pick him up.  After waiting for a short while Tom comes barreling out of the school doors and jumps at me, giving me a big hug.  "I missed you today Ma! I'm excited to go home again." He said.  Instantly I was met with disapproving glares from the parents.  They were disgusted with me thinking that I was his real mother.  Well, they should be ashamed of themselves.  If they struggle with parenting then they should encourage younger parents because it is even harder on them because they tend to not have good support systems.  That is because of people that have opinions such as these parents.  They think that being a young parent is shameful, when in fact I would be proud to be Tom's mum.

We head to the car and Tom gets in the passenger seat. "Only two months to go bear and then we can go home permanently." I told him. I then started driving.  We arrived in fifteen minutes and Tom was bouncing in his seat.   As soon as I stopped the car he bounced out of his seat and opened the door.  Immediately, four giant dogs jumped at him.  Flash my Border Collie, Buddy my Shar pei, Rex my Chow chow and Max my Bullmastiff.  They all love Tom and as a plus they are all amazing guard dogs but to me and those that they know they are the kindest and friendliest dogs you will ever meet. They have all been trained to guard Tom against intruders and Max is my personal guard dog.  They also have been trained to attack on command.  Their command word is 'achtung'.  They were trained by a German person and it is better for some more serious commands to be in German so that they aren't accidentally told to kill someone when in fact, we are just having a normal conversation.  My dogs are very smart and have been with me for three years, since the gang was started.  I started the gang when I was fourteen and it has helped me to mature quickly.  Only the higher rank members and leaders of other gangs know that I am the leader.  The rookies do not get to meet me until they are trusted enough.  The test that we do to get into the gang is that we will go to a pick up with the rookies and I will be there too.  I will tell them that I am the leader whist we are on the way to get them.  Then I have hired a sniper to be on a nearby roof and they will shoot at me and if anyone is willing to take the bullet then they are a true member.  I have had people before that have tried to use me as a human shield, even though they know I am the leader, what they got was a bullet through the skull.  The second test for those who didn't get through the first is that I will talk about 'something classified' in front of them.  Members from my gang will then kidnap them and blind fold them.  They will end up in my cells.  We will then ask them questions about what I had said before.  We torture them a little but nothing that won't heal.  If they tell us what I said they will be killed but if they can hold their tongue for three days they are in the gang.  

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