Chapter 9
"Who do you work for?", a cold voice asked me. I turned my head and stared at the beautiful clear steely eyes of the stranger before me. He was tall with dark hair and firm features. He had his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, as if to give off the cool and confident vibe. But I knew there wasn't anything cool or confident in his pose. He would strike immediately and quickly, since his posture was rigid. He was good. I can tell. Only hints told me he was a trained weapon, or to anyone else, he would look like a handsome bachelor relaxed and content with his life. But I was trained for this very thing, to analyze a person, and take care of him.
I turned away from him. "I dont need to answer to anyone."
I could feel the heat radiating out of him as he stepped closer. "Im not just anyone."
I looked at him. "No, your just no one." I turned on my heel and left the warehouse.
After Kailua deemed me fit for his gang, which was to fight his best men, which I won a couple minutes into, he took me to his office, which was a dark room in his gang's illegal warehouse. It was safely tucked into a forest that many people chose to ignore. He assigned me to my first case, which was a warning to another gang about a drug order. Me being me, I refused to join his gang. At first he thought I was joking, but then he threatened me with his men, whom obviously I beat to bloody pulps. But then he started talking crap about security and benefits and me being his secret weapon against other gangs. I 'reluctantly' said yes. He introduced me to yhe people I would be working with, and the team leader, Mark, who was the asswhole who marked me. He seemed to hate my guts, but the feeling was mutual.
After that, I was dragged to meet various others who were just plain annoying. One guy was showing off his gun to a whore. She took it amazed, and pretended to shoot him. Whoa there Betsy, we wouldnt want you to die now do we? I excused myself from a pathetic gun conversation and went to grab a rare coke can in the bucket of ice. I quickly learned that gang get togethers consisted of guns, liquor and more liquor. Oh, did I also mention liquor? Water was found a bit, but anything other than that was just rare. Like a horse in Antarctica. Yes, that rare.
As I walked out and ran all the way home, I found myself smirking. Jhonny had been trying to get me alone all night but couldn't reach me since I was always surrounded by senior gang members who won't hesitate to kill him for saying or doing something wrong. But I knew he was sorry to get me into this mess. Sorry to get me marked without my permission. But I wouldnt want it any other way. He and his troops were also jealous. I was in here a day, but I got my reputation already. They were calling me The Tough Cookie. I guess cause imma girl? And wtf is cookies supposed to mean? How sexist. But then again, the only women here, were the gang sluts, cougars, and senior gang wives. They were tough, but it was a front. I saw their emotions clearly when they assessed me.
I got home and sneaked into my bedroom window by the help of the tree hugging my side of the house. Since Susan and Mason slept early, they didn't know about my absence, which was a good thing, considering it was close to one at night. I climbed in my window and took off my clothes, leaving them in my hamper in the bathroom as I pulled on my boy shorts. I did the mistake of looking in the bathroom mirror. I saw my abused forearm, I saw the mark. For some reason I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. My eyes burned ftom unshed tears and my vision became blurry. I am know a part of the killers of my parents. My mommy and daddy. I sniffled. This was the beginning. There was more to come, hell to pay. My mom and dad will rest in peace after this. I looked into my shining eyes in the mirror determined. I hastily took off my bra and pulled on a white loose graphic tee. I climbed into bed and put my phone on charging. As my head hit the pillow, my kadt thoughts were on the stranger with the steely eyes.
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