His Rebel

• Fire •

TW: Murder, violence, substances, etc. No warnings would be given from here onwards, Enjoy :)

Layla's POV

"Don't let him escape," Jasper snarled, and my grip on the knife tightened.

"I know, don't tell me what to do." I deadpanned.

My gaze ahead, I aimed my knife at the limping figure of a man trying his best to run for his dear life.

But he should know by now, once my dagger's gaze settles on its prey, no one could save him anymore.

"Hurry Layla!" Jasper's yell reached my ear and the dagger left the palm of my hand and created a slash through the man's right leg.

Jasper sauntered towards the unfortunate man, who was on the verge of death at a result of the fresh wound on his leg added to his many others from before.

He dragged the man by his hair back to the chair where he was getting tortured by him.

"Where the fuck's our money? Do you think we'll let you off?" Jasper hissed at the man's face making him shrink in his chair.

"I-I told you to give me some more time-" he was cut off when Japser's fist contacted his face producing a crack.

"Do you take me as a fool?" Jasper questioned him, the blue of his eyes dilated as his anger took the best of him.

"Looking by how he hasn't given up yet he sure does," the words left before my mouth when I neared them, and crossed my arms together.

A stifled yawn escaped me. This wasn't exciting anymore. I wanted no more than to go back to my room.

Jasper woke me up just for this petty man who won't give back our money.

I mean like come on why get involved in the first place when you know you can't pay back and that getting a loan from people like us. But I guess he was just desperate and needed money asap.

"You deal with him, Layla. Cause if he keeps on, I'll fucking kill him!" Jasper motioned towards me massaging his temples, and I smirked.

"My pleasure,"

Jasper was my only cousin, the one who led us all. We were a small gang located in New York but I wouldn't judge us by our quantity cause quality matters, and we have some pretty amazing people with us.

I am one of the two girls under Jasper and we have a total of 11 males who are the best in their work.

I unsheathed my dagger from my side,  slowly trailed my fingers along it's blade.

Soon, my whole hand would be in this man's blood if he doesn't cooperate.

Of course without killing him.

My middle finger had taken a slight cut from the blade as it started to bleed. I raised to my mouth, licking away the blood. My eyes monitoring the man's every reaction when I saw him gulp.

"Are you paying us back, or do you want me to make you?" I arched my eyebrow. His eyes fixated on the sharp blade in my hand.

The dagger in my hand traced along the side of his face, the man squeezed his eyes shut. His breath stayed within his lungs when the tip of the blade trailed down to his neck.

His body trembled under the sharpness of my blade. The patch of dry blood caught my gaze, a product of the beatings he bore from Jasper's beating.

The cut on his lip moved as he shivered, "Please don't kill me."

A smile settled on my lips. The cool surface of my dagger contacted his cheek when I patted him.

"Aw, I won't hurt you if you just pay us back."