Me: Hi! I hope you all will enjoy the story

Iggy:Yeah, but remember it's rated T for a reason!

Me: Exactly, there will be some scenes definitely not appropriate for young children. I think it's adressed to people over 16 years old. The younger read the story on their own responsibility. Anyway, I hope everyone will enjoy it in the end.

Fang pov

Remember when your parents promised you, that they'll always be there for you when you'll need them and that they will protect you from all the evil of this world? When they kept on whispering into your ear that you're safe embraced in their arms, where nothing bad can ever happen to you.

It's funny that they say it, not believing any of it themselves. They give you hope and make you trust them. You're living in your own bubble of happiness, when suddenly the reality hits you. Your bubble vanishes and you hit the hard and cold surface.

"Fang! Focus on the road! Are you trying to kill us all?!" Iggy's irritated voice snapped me out from my musings. Instinctively, I turned the car to the left, yanking the steering wheel. We just avoided getting splashed on the nearest tree. And trust me, being dead would be our last problem. Imagine the police finding five dead bodies in the car, few mashine guns, revolvers, drugs, such as amfetamine, marihuana or heroine and suspicious envelopes full of coded personal details. I'm sure they would inform FBI about their findings and that would lead to some unpleasant events.

"Ok, Fang. Stop here. I don't want to get too close to the appointed place of meeting. You will get out first and check if it's not a stake-out. We'll be waiting here for you" Dylan ordered not giving me the chance to protest. I could feel the cold barrel of his gun pressed against the back of my head. "I hope you won't try to run away. Remember, you're too deep in this shit. You can't quit from a gang just like that"

"I told you, you can trust me. I'm not trying to backtrack anymore." I affirmed, observing his reaction in the rear view mirror. Dylan smirked, showing a row of his white teeth.

"That exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, get out!"

Not looking back at him, I opened the mercedes's door and got out of the car. Keeping my head low, I put on the hood and zipped up the blouse. Checking the gun in one pocket and pouch of amfetamine in the other, I finally drifted away from the car, dissappearing in the narrow, dark alley. I was keeping myself close to the dirty brick walls, trying to move on as silently as possible. Everything around me was so quiet, that the place seemed almost peacefull...

I stopped suddenly, when I heard a soft click. It was the sound of loading the clip of a gun. It was a trap! I dived just in time, before a series of bullets whistled just above my head. Not waiting for anything I stood up and started to run. The hood fell down from my head, exposing my face to them. It was dark, but I was sure they would recognise me even at the end of the world. Nervously searching around with my hand, I tried to take out the gun from my pocket. The adrenaline being pumped into my viens drived my body, but at the same time blured my eyes. Forking to the right I saw a blurry outline of a moving car. It was my deliverance! Finally finding the gun, I twisted around and shot at the two figures behind me. One of them got hit precisely in the forehead and spouting with blood, heavile fell on the asphalt. The other one got hit in the left arm. Not wasting my time I turned around ready to jump into the car, when I felt a sting of pain on my left side. That bastard shot me. Setting my teeth, I grabbed the handle of the silver volvo and jumped inside. The girl behind the steering wheel gasped in surprise, losing control over the car.

"Stare at the road. Don't make any sudden moves. Go faster" I barked, pressing my gun against her head. She nodded, not daring to face me, her eyes looking straight ahead. Her feet stepped on the gas, making the car speed up

"Do you live alone?" I asked in a harsh voice, not letting her to relax even a bit. She answered me with a little nod. "Ok, you will take me to your house and clean up my wound, understood?" Her eyes quickly flicked to my side, checking the state I was in.

"I think you should go to hospi-"

"Hospital's out! Don't try any tricks on me. If you're planning to drive me to the police, you're feet won't be even half the way out of the car, before I'll shoot you" I threatened, trying to keep my voice tough, but instead hissed in pain and let a small whimper out. The girl didn't say anything, ignoring my obvious show of weakness. Watching her carefully, I leaned slightly against the chair, trying to relax the muscles a bit to lessen the ache. The girl seemed to be few years younger than me. She had slightly curved up nose, nice cheekbones, full red lips, with delicate lipstick on them and amazing big brown eyes with long eyelashes around them. Her long wavy blond hair rested on her shoulders. She was probably returning from a party, considering the clothes she was wearing. She had a tight, black, low-cut dress on, which showed her perfectly shaped D-size breasts and curvy waist. She had nice, long, tanned legs as well.

"What's your name" I asked, my voice a bit softer than it was before.

"Max" she replied in an ice-cold tone. Then she took a deep breath "Do you always ask girl about her name before raping and killing her? Does it give you satisfaction when you know your victims data?" she added, before bitting her lips, as if she regreted what she just said. "Idiot. Can't keep your mouth shut" she muttered under her breath to herself. I wasn't probably supposed to hear that, but living on the street thought me to catch out every single sound.

"Wow, you really are a perverted girl. When did I say that I'm planning to rape you? I'm not going to do anything, unless you ask me to." I retorted, a small cocky smile appearing on my face. Max blushed, avoiding my gaze and slowly shook her head. Then she stopped the car and cleared her throat.

"Ok, we're here. That's my house." she mumbled, escaping from the uncomfortable topic. I looked out the window and saw a tall, about 8 storey, grey flat. It probably had a different colour but since it was night I couldn't unravel it. It was clean, with no grafitti on the walls. The small piece of green in front of it was trim, making the whole place look quite friendly.

"You'll manage to get out of the car on your own or am I supposed to help you?" Max asked, her hand already on the handle. I shook my head and narrowed my eyebrows.

"Don't worry about me. You'd better focus on your own situation, since I'm the one with the gun. Now, give me the keys" I retorted, holding her at gunpoint. She turned off the car and removed the keys from the ignition switch. Then she slowly handed them to me, not daring to make sudden moves. "Now stay in the car." I ordered, opening the doors and getting out of the vehicle. I approached the drivers door and let her out. "Take me to your apartment" I barked, keeping my voice low. Max nodded her head, but instead of moving ahead grabbed my arm and put it around her shoulder. Alarmed I tried to twist around, put the wound and obvious lose of blood made me weak.

"Stop moving and lean against me. I'm just trying to help you walk. So stop being so aggresive and distrustful" she scolded me and wrapped her free hand around my waist. Not knowing how to react, I let her do it. I knew my weight was pressing against her, but she didn't show it on her face. WIth her help I managed to get into the building and the lift. There, I lost my consciousness.

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