"What the hell!. How dare you break into my house?!"
He stared at the bat i gripped firmly. "You want to use that on me?".
I slowly dropped the bat and let out a sigh. "What are you doing in my house, Rob?"
Rob was a red haired man in his early thirties. His shabby hair and dark eyes made him look scary and dangerous and i wouldn't say it didn't fit his personality. I've known Rob for years now but we were not all that tight knit and chummy. I didn't even like him one bit but I've had no choice but put up with him. And now he had the audacity to break into my house and for what?
"Now don't get all furious. I just came to say hi"
"You didn't break into my house just to say hi. State your mission or get out. I don't want my brother seeing you here"
He chuckled lightly. "Feisty as always, puppet"
"It's Kenzy. And if you don't get out of my house this minute, i swear to God..."
"Effective immediately, you're to resume your duty at the quaters".
I rolled my eyes. "What for?". I took off my jacket leaving me in a small camisole revealing the dove tattoo on my left arm. I'd gotten the tat when i was fifteen with my dad's permission of course, when he was alive. It made me look badass. "I'm on a break from the agency. Didn't Lance tell you that?'
"Matter of fact, Lance is the one who ordered your return".
Ordered my return?. What the hell. Lance had no right to give me orders unless something was wrong and they couldn't handle it on thier own. It made me worried. "Are the Yorkies back in Naslaed?"
"They wouldn't dare show thier face in our city after what happened the last time"
Just like "the Dawgs" which was equally my gang which which was not only the most dangerous gang in the city but also in America as a whole, the Yorkies were also a gang or I'd say a defunct gang after the blood bath that had destroyed half of thier members. It was a long story but had ended quickly yet victoriously for the Dawgs. Half of the Yorkies were murdered which led to a truce on the condition they never set foot in Naslaed after all they'd been the one that started the war when they'd brutally murdered one of us in cold blood just to draw attention to the leader; me.
"It's the savinch"
"Say what now?"
"Formerly called the vipers as we know..."
Oh. Who didn't know the vipers. They were the good people, only targeted the ones who were a stain in the city. Two years earlier they'd annihilated a deadly cult of 42 members and they didn't have to murder anyone. They were really cool though; with thier motorcycles and leather jackets and when I think about it, I don't know any of them, never actually seen thier faces. They always wore masks to cover thier faces just as the Dawgs , wore disguises.
"Their former leader just currently retired. Now they recruited a new guy to lead the savinch and the first thing he did was change their name..."
"And now they intend on coming after the dawgs"
He clapped in approval. I was right. "Atta girl"
That made me confused. Why would the savinch come after us?. We didn't even know them. "To what end?"
"Justice, I think. I mean we did murder the yorkies last year"
"That isn't thier concern. They're making a grave mistake"
"Oh puppet, I don't think so. They're a lot smarter and trust me when this war begins they're more likely to destroy us".
A quick shiver ran through my spine. I shook of the fear. "Well, let's begin the game. We start by finding out who they are, create a charade and attack from the inside. I mean noone would suspect a cute nerdy teenager"
My mischievous smile attracted his. "I have a bonus tip for you". He showed me an image on his phone. "That is the leader of the savinch"
My blood ran cold in a milisecond. Things just got complicated.
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"I'll be honest, Lisa I don't know what to do" I told Lisa contingent on the photo Rob had shown to me the previous day.
We were in the cafeteria for cafeteria lunch. The boys hadn't yet arrived so we seized the opportunity to discuss the previous day.
"You weren't given an option?. Like to make peace?"
"What do you mean "make peace"?. The Dawgs don't make peace. We fight to victory"
"Yeah but not with the situation now. If you do this you'll risk your identity to the world and trust me, there are a million people who'd want your head in a platter"
"Or worse, electrocuted". I sighed in frustration.
"You are not Ted Bundy"
"I hope not".
I sighted walk towards us with thier tray of food. She stopped at our table.
"You two swines should create a space for me at your table. I wanna dine here" Vandi ordered. So typical.
Oh great. Without waiting for our invite she made herself comfortable.
"Kayden is not here, Vandi and I'm not sure he's coming" Lisa pointed out.
"I can see that, you crone. Let's just eat together. Us girls"
Lisa laughed. "Okay Vandi, what do you want, really?"
"You're invited to my sleepover party. during the weekend. At sky house. 8pm sharp. Don't be late"
"What about Kenz?"
Vandi tilted her head towards me. "You're invited too. Just don't wanna see those ugly sweaters at my house"
I rolled my eyes. I had bigger problems than Vandi's sleepover party.
"My Dad wants you to come tonight. To MnM" Vandi stated.
"I won't be able to make it, Vandi. But you could tell him I'll work an extra shift on Monday".
One thing I knew that Vandi wasn't aware of was the fact that she owned MnM. Based on a little research I carried out myself, I found out that Vandi used her college money to build the store. She'd gotten no assistance from her parent. But then she kept lying to everyone that her Dad owned it.
So here's the million dollar question: Why was Vandi telling everyone the store she built with her money and sweat belonged to her Dad.
"That'll do sweetheart"
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Unknown POV
She put on a tight corset black dress , the straps running from my back to her lower waist. The dress covered a little flesh but she wore her classic boot heels to support, not that it did any justice. She just wanted to be fire. Deep brown contact lenses and a new style of hair, she set in to be a completely different person. The make over kicked in earning her her signature look. A gothic farce. Which simply meant she was ready for the worst and if it was to come any minute she would face it heads on not giving a damn about a thing in the world.
In another world, this was who she was; a gothic teenager who everyone feared. She loved that she was more than ordinary. She loved that she could control. It pleased her.
That very night, she was going to lead. Another look at the mirror, she picked up her phone and dialed an unknown number.
"Rivera. It's time"
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This chapter definetly gave me goosebumps😬