A recipe for disaster

A recipe for disaster

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Brazil, two gangs rule the country. Audrie De Vaca, one of the gangs' leader. Diego Sanchez, the leader of the other gang. Both strong headed and their prides do not allow them to ask help from anyone! But what happens when their prides get half of their gang killed in an attack? And what happens when they are forced to collide in order to survive? Combine all that with Rio De Janeiro's nightlife and what do we get? Yup, that's right; A recipe for disaster.
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Broken

"What's your name?" I spat blood from my mouth and tilted my head up to look at him. "Pippa Cade." In response, the man simply laughed before informing the guy on the other line. He hung up and the man crouched in front of me brushing a short strand of hair behind my ear. "He said he wants to talk to her, he is on his way down now." The group laughed once more and waited for the backstage door to open. "For a girl, you fight well." "Easy for you to say, she didn't kick you in the balls." The third man spoke up and I could help the smile that graced my lips, however, it didn't go unnoticed. A kick that threw my head upwards, with a hard blow that made me think I had broken my jaw. "Still smiling?" "I would but there is blood in my mouth and I wouldn't look that hot." I dropped my head forward. Moments later the door hit the wall as a man walked out the club with his cigarette. "Pippa Cade, lovely surprise for you to be in my club." "Aww you're very welcome, if you're that grateful can I go?" I attempted to stand back up but he kicked me back down. I swear if one more person kicks me, I'm going to lose my shit. "I take it you don't know who I am?" "Should I? You only seem important to these idiots." I coughed out more blood and ignored the laughs that filled the alley. "I'm Jackson Storm." The name sent chills of fear and terror all around my body and I wanted to throw up. "Oh well, you guys seem great but I must get home. I'm out past my bedtime." This time I get to my feet and steady myself as I wipe away the blood that exploded on my face. The two twins block the exit through the gates and Hunter blocks me from re-entering the club. "Listen, we just wanted a drink, it's not our problem your gang has a rival with his brothers." I was suddenly silenced by Jackson throwing me against the wall and blocking me between the wall and his body. "Pippa Cade, right? Torturer of tortured souls, you might be you still have quite the reputation. I might keep you."

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