The Devil's Angels.
"Jesus Christ."
Shit.
I turn around to tell Di, eyes widening when I see she isn’t there. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
I turn in a circle, looking for her. I spot her walking out of the club with the guy that tripped over her earlier. He turns his head to look at me and shoots me a wink.
“Diamond!” I yell, trying to push through the crowd to get to her. She was two years older than me but I felt like she was my child. I had been there for her entire life. We were basically sisters and she was walking out of a club with a guy that was no doubt a Crew.
“Move!” I scream at the couple grinding infront of me. The girl opens her mouth for what I assume to be a rude retort but stops once she recognizes me.
“I’m so sorry I thought-“
“Just move dammit!” She moves and I push past her and run to the DJ booth. If there was one person who could rescue Di, it was him.
“Grooves!” He lifts his head up to look at me, worry in his eyes. I never interrupted him while he was working unless it was important.
“A Crew took Diamond.” He hits a few buttons on the booth, and turns to me, hands in fists, eyes ablaze with anger.
“Let’s go.”
We run through the club to the exit I had seen them going towards before I went to get Grooves.
It leads to an alleyway, of fucking course.
“Let me go! Let me go, please!”
My head snaps towards the voice. Struggling shadows are seen a little behind a dumpster. I look at Grooves and we both withdraw our guns, stalking towards the pair.
“I suggest you put down the lady.” Grooves suggests in a menacing voice. The guy from earlier turns around, a handprint very obvious on his cheek. Di must have slapped him.
A rush of pride fills my body and I find myself smiling despite the circumstances.
“Any guns you have on you, I suggest slowly kicking them towards me or I will not hesitate to blow your motherfucking brains out.” Damn, if I didn’t know Grooves and how much of a softy he really was, I would have shit my pants by now.
The guy takes three guns out of his waistband, surprising all of us. No typical gangbanger would need that many guns on him.
He steps away from Diamond and my gasp fills the quiet as I see her beaten face.
“Jesus Christ.”
I turn around to tell Di, eyes widening when I see she isn’t there. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
I turn in a circle, looking for her. I spot her walking out of the club with the guy that tripped over her earlier. He turns his head to look at me and shoots me a wink.
“Diamond!” I yell, trying to push through the crowd to get to her. She was two years older than me but I felt like she was my child. I had been there for her entire life. We were basically sisters and she was walking out of a club with a guy that was no doubt a Crew.
“Move!” I scream at the couple grinding infront of me. The girl opens her mouth for what I assume to be a rude retort but stops once she recognizes me.
“I’m so sorry I thought-“
“Just move dammit!” She moves and I push past her and run to the DJ booth. If there was one person who could rescue Di, it was him.
“Grooves!” He lifts his head up to look at me, worry in his eyes. I never interrupted him while he was working unless it was important.
“A Crew took Diamond.” He hits a few buttons on the booth, and turns to me, hands in fists, eyes ablaze with anger.
“Let’s go.”
We run through the club to the exit I had seen them going towards before I went to get Grooves.
It leads to an alleyway, of fucking course.
“Let me go! Let me go, please!”
My head snaps towards the voice. Struggling shadows are seen a little behind a dumpster. I look at Grooves and we both withdraw our guns, stalking towards the pair.
“I suggest you put down the lady.” Grooves suggests in a menacing voice. The guy from earlier turns around, a handprint very obvious on his cheek. Di must have slapped him.
A rush of pride fills my body and I find myself smiling despite the circumstances.
“Any guns you have on you, I suggest slowly kicking them towards me or I will not hesitate to blow your motherfucking brains out.” Damn, if I didn’t know Grooves and how much of a softy he really was, I would have shit my pants by now.
The guy takes three guns out of his waistband, surprising all of us. No typical gangbanger would need that many guns on him.
He steps away from Diamond and my gasp fills the quiet as I see her beaten face.
“Jesus Christ.”
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