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Naomi Odeir is a 19-Year-Old Gang Baiter. The Little Sister of Danny Odeir. Leader of the Forsaken Gang. The second most feared gang in the UK. Keyword being second. They were not to be messed with. But it was just their luck that they had not had a run in with Kings Gang. THE most feared Gang in the UK. They were also known as The Voiceless Ones. As cliche as it may sound, no one has heard any member of Kings speak so much as a word and lived to tell the tale. If you heard them say something to you. You were truly and utterly... F*cked. So why did Naomi get to? Why was her situation so different? *** "Hello Love." His voice was husky and dare I say se-xy. My eyes widened. Had he just spoke? To me? If he thought I was ready to die he had another thing coming. "I'm not going to kill you." He whispered. He was behind me now. His large hand covering my shoulder. Lightly brushing up and down. "I have much better plans for you..." His voice was hushed and barely audible. But at the close proximity I heard it. And for the first time in 3 years I felt fear run down my spine. Pure. Fear.
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