Angel (Book 4)

Chapter 1. Do I Dare

My parents weren't what you would call 'normal.' They smoked, cussed, drank, and gambled. Not to mention they were the leaders of one of the largest gangs in the world, the Latin Kings.

My mother, Aria Garcia, was put in the chair to lead it around the time I was born. She is the only child of my grandfather, Carlos Perez.

My father, Ace Garcia, is her right hand. His father before him, Andrew Garcia, was Carlos's right hand.

Now I'm in line to take the chair. My parents started my training when I was twelve years old. As I got older, I started doing jobs with them.

"Did I get him?" I asked my mom as I lowered my gun. I had fired a couple of shots at the man in the semi. It was so dark I could barely see the driver's side door. There wasn't any lighting. We stood behind some brush.

The man fired shots in my direction. The rich smell of gun powder from all the shots fired filled the night air.

My mom gritted her teeth and scowled in the direction of the truck. Her expression grew downright evil. She stormed through the dark toward the semi.

"Bebita!" My dad growled through the microphone.

Mom, Dad, Austin, and I had a small microphone and earpiece to communicate. It made things much easier in situations like this.

My mom was about thirty-two weeks pregnant with twins. My mom jumped onto the semi and threw open the driver's side door.

A heavy-set man appeared in the driver's seat. The man's brown eyes widened in shock. His grey hair shimmered in the moonlight.

Mom pulled him from the semi with a wicked glint in her eyes. My mom was crazy when she was angry.

He stared at her in shock. "Please, I was just doing my job!"

She pushed him up against the truck. She balled up her fist and let it fly forward. When her fist collided with his nose, his head bounced off the side of the truck.

"How dare you steal my truck, bastard! And how dare you shoot at my son!" Mom shrieked. My mom threw him to the ground, and he rolled toward me.

I stood above him with an evil smile on my face. I raised my shotgun.

His eyes widened in shock. "Please, I'm begging you."

"Awe, come on, man. Don't beg, it's pathetic," I said and chuckled darkly. Latin Kings didn't give second chances. We weren't wired that way.

Fear clouded his eyes before he squeezed his eyes shut.

I lowered the gun to his head, placed my finger on the trigger, and squeezed it. I put a bullet right between his eyes.

"Come on, Angel. We have to get out of here," Mom said. Mom climbed into the truck, and I jumped in after her.

"Are you alright?" Dad asked Mom through the mic.

"You worry too much, babe," Mom snorted. She rolled her eyes.

A chuckle escaped me. "You sure you can drive this fucking thing?" I asked doubtfully.

"Positive," Mom smirked as she put it into gear. The semi rolled forward.

Dad and Austin were in a black van behind us.

Before we could get far, several guys came out of the warehouse we were parked in front of. They raised their guns.

Mom and I ducked as they fired shots at the windshield. Mom got on the gas, and the truck moved quickly in the direction of the men. We both straightened up as mom drove the truck straight toward the men that had gathered to stop us.