Bite The Bullet

{"You're going to die serving them."} he said coldly. That mask he wore to hide his face sitting there loosely. He stared at me with his eyes that pierced my soul with every look.
{"Like I'd do any better serving you!"} I spat, turning away and rubbing my head. What is this situation I'm in? How do I get out of it? WILL I get out of it? I shouldn't be doing this, meeting with a high ranking gang member. I'm a cop.
Shaking me out of my thoughts, I felt rough hands grab my shoulders. I yelped as I felt myself being spun around against my will and pushed into the graffitied concrete wall, hard enough to knock the wind out of me, blurring my vision. Once my vision cleared, I was drowned in seas of jade.
{"You wouldn't serve me,"} he seemed to pant a little. {"You'd move mountains with me and be the most respected woman in this damned city. They never respected you before, why should you do their dirty work?"} I think his words paralyzed me. Whether or not he was right or just getting into my head, it made sense.