Street Love

Chapter 8

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PS. I changed Chase's POV. The overall concept is here but their conversation seemed to not fit in well with themselves so it was changed. Enjoy!

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Chapter: 8

Kody's POV

The last place I wanted to be when my hair was in danger of falling out of my hood was with Monty Pariah. He was a burly man with muscles, if there was anyway to describe him. He was not the best looking of men but most take what they can get. He was in shape, as it is with most gangsters. Monty Pariah is what one would describe as a cliche gangster, which was a laugh on its own.

Pariah, by definition, meant outcast. Pariah was anything but, butting into people's businesses. He preferred to play alone, yes, but the way he played reeled everybody in anyway.

Jace and Mason and I always had a back up, in case of life and death situations like this for my identity. Thorne was easy to remember because of the fact it was my name. The only problem was my teacher was a fucking gang leader who probably has printed out the attendance sheet by now. Thorne is going to sound suspicious next to Hawthorne, especially when I'm see around town with Jace, which I am often. Jace lives alone and hates shopping by himself. He likes to pretend I dragged him for the sake of his pride. But it'll be selfish of me to assume that Daemon remembered me out of hundreds of his students.

My hood was covering most of my face with its shadow but there wasn't much light to begin with. I could only hope this city was big enough that Pariah would never recognize me, or see me for that matter.

So I followed Pariah into their territory, which was an idiot move but I couldn't care less. He didn't have his goons with him so I wasn't holding my breath too much.

"Thorne." Pariah mentioned in conversation. I didn't have time for that. "How are you this fine evening?"

I wasn't in the mood for this conversation. Frankly, I was pissed. Years of keeping the Valentine beta a secret and it all went down the drain in two seconds flat all in the name of not getting shot. Jace hates guns. And I'm starting to hate Jace who revealed me.

"Place your cards on the table, Monty." I said in a mildly deep voice but cringed inside. I mildly sounded like a fucking smoker. Monty dear just raised his brows then suddenly lashed out and slammed my head against the wall. I gasped for false breath before swinging my legs around to strangle him with the soles of my feet. About five more men rush out as Monty fell to the floor.

I'm kind of insulted. Only five? I should be seen on a higher scale. I am the second of the best gang in this area... But I am a girl, not that they knew.

In nature, there is two main ways of defense, fight or flight. I'm not stupid. I know when I'm outnumbered. I know when to run. And that's what I did. I tightened my hood and sprinted out of there, leaving behind the moment.

At least I knew what the Veins wanted now. They were out for Valentine blood.

Chase's POV

"So, I want you to all write an essay on hidden truth." I slammed my books on the desk as soon as the bell rang the next morning. I fell into my seat, put my legs up on the desk. I just stared at the class with a blank expression.

A kid raised his hand. It was the same nerd from the first day who ran at the sight of DuPont.

"Yes...?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Chuck Lewis sir. An essay on hidden truth?"

"Yes..." I looked at him amused. Chuck Lewis? Sounds like one of my mom's horrible stories of her ex boyfriends. She thinks those stories fix the world.