Is he worth it?

Chapter 11 A Broken hand

Noah's POV

"Fine." I say gritting my teeth. I have no choice. There is no way I can't not join the gang. Gosh Tony is my best friend, but I really wanna fucking punch him in his face right now.  How do I explain this PJ?

"You sure dude?" Tony asked.

"Yes. Let's just get it over with. What do I have to do? Sign some papers?" Tony slightly laughed.

"No... uumm..." Tony stuttered.

"Well spit it out." I spat.

"We have to jump you in." He said quietly rubbing a hand over his face.

"Oh, that's just fucking great." I say sarcastically while throwing my hands up in the air.

We walk back into the warehouse and over to an office. Tony knocks on the door.

"Come in." A woman shouted. Tony looks at me with raised eyebrows and then opens the door.

"Hey. He's ready to join."

"Alright take him to the room. I'll get the guys." We walk out and head down one of the halls. The  warehouse has a very rustic feel to it. The walls are brick, but painted white. 

"To the room?" I questioned.

"Yeah, it's the room where we do our interrogating if you will."

"Oh." Of course they have a special room where they beat the shit out of people. We both walk into a dark cold concrete room. There is no table or chairs. I look over at him. 

"There is nothing in here." I say.

"Yep. You are correct. I'll see you afterwards alright."

"Wait. You are not even going to do it with them."

"I can't it's against the rules. We know each other."

"Oh." Great people who don't know me are going to beat me to hell and back. 

"You'll be good though. It's gonna hurt like hell. Just think of something else while it's happening. Oh and don't fight back Noah." Tony has known me for a while and he knows the kind of trouble I used to get into back in high school. I was in so many fights in high school. Mainly for Grant. No one messes with my brother and thinks they can get away with it. 

I just nodded and he walked out. So this was it. There's no going back. I was just going to join a gang and then what? How the fuck did I let this happen?  A few minutes later a very tall muscular guy walked in, I mean I thought I was tall, with 2 other guys one short one more pudgy. They walked in and didn't even speak, no welcome to the gang were just gonna beat you to a pulp here and then be on our way. Not even a smile. I guess I wouldn't smile either if I was jumping someone, they just got straight to it. One guy punched me in the nose making me stumble back on my feet. My gut reaction was to pummel him to the ground and start throwing punches, but I had to resist. I instantly started bleeding. Another guy dropped kicked me and I instantly fell to the ground the air getting knocked out of me. I tried to roll over to get up, but then I got kicked in the stomach. They started and didn't stop. Punch after punch and kick after kick. If this was their job they were sure damn good at it. I started to think of PJ. Her sweet smile. The way she smells like fresh clean cotton. This plump lips. The way she gave herself to me. How good she felt clenching around me while she released over me. The face she made as she entered a euphoric state. Before I knew it, the guys were done "jumping me in." They left the room and I just laid there. The cold concrete feeling good against my swelling face. How the fuck was I supposed to even face my mom? She would ask too many questions. I couldn't go home. Grant would also ask questions.