Incubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 16: The Gang Starts Here!

Reily Freeman was breathing hard, his hand was shaken, and his veins were showing. The teenager changed into his 'thug look'. All the boy did was add purple highlights to his long cornrows braided hair. Being the son of a powerful warlock, he can do many things in his thug form.

"Know I'm going to ask you again, bitch!" Reily yelled out loud while he grabbed onto her arm tightly. "I swear if you don't tell where ya boss at and where is his shit! I will gladly kill you. Then your whore of sister next to you. And for the lolz I will ya mother! GOT IT!!"

"Fuck you!" Drew spat. The orc female is well endowed and is a beautiful female. She has a voluptuous figure, wearing tight, black, form-fitting clothing to accentuate her curves, much like her twin sister. "Your people always..."

"Fuck, you say?" Reily questioned quietly as he narrowed his eyes at her. Drew instantly shut up as he saw the dark expression that suddenly crossed the street kid's face. Drew gulped and widened her eyes in slight fear. Suddenly she felt as though she was that same drugged-out hippie that had dared to question her boss all those years ago.

With a gag in her mouth, her sister Danielle tried to tell the hustler to leave her sister alone and promptly shut when Reily glared at her.

Benjamin was just standing there silently, waiting for his leader to give them an order. So far, Reily has made no progress in the last hour.

Drew swallowed hard and cleared her throat before answering. "Your people... Are always so rude... and um..." Drew murmured, humiliated by how pathetic she sounded. She knew what was coming next but still couldn't help herself from saying it, anyway. "... And um... Your people always get drunk and smoke weed, right? And talk about sex?"

Reily looked down at her for a moment, then back up at her face. He sneered as he spoke. "So what." His voice was low and deep.

Danielle could only stare blankly at the floor. Her sister's actions were getting worse. In fact, ever since their father died, Drew's behaviour had been deteriorating rapidly. She thought with Bloodhorn, they could finally put their skills to the test and not be back at that hellhole again. Unfortunately, being a female orc doesn't give you many options in the world.

Before Reily could explode on Drew for her mistake, the person who kidnapped them walked down the stairs.

"Alright, you got them talking?" Django asked, changing his outfit more formal and robust. He wore black leather pants with gold accents running across his thighs, mid-calf boots, a white buttoned shirt, and a golden belt buckle with two enormous diamonds hanging off it.

Benjamin King looked over at his friend and boss. "Na... Reily hasn't gotten them to talk at all. "His low bass voice caused Danielle to squeak in the gag.

"Ugh, we'll have to try harder," Django stated calmly. "If you know anything about this guy, then you need to tell me now!"

Drew tried to speak but stopped short when she realized that the group leader wasn't looking at her anymore. Instead, he was staring at her sister.

The blood drained from Danielle's face as she watched him walk towards her. She whimpered softly behind the gag.

"Now listen here, punk. You better keep quiet unless I ask you something, or I will cut out your tongue," she whispered through the gag.

Benjamin felt his heart beating faster as he stared at Drew's sister. Even though he wants nothing to do with this, he doesn't feel any remorse for her. After all, she was a woman and a dumb one at that.

Django untied the woman and removed her gag.

Reily and Benjamin watched as Danielle began to slowly stand up straight. "You don't scare me," she said in defiance. "I'm a fucking orc. Just because I am a girl doesn't mean I can't fight."

"Oh yeah, you definitely got balls," Reily snickered. "But you don't have the brains to match them."

"Fuck you, bitch!" Danielle spits at him. "And fuck you too, you stupid piece of shit."

"Hey, hey, chill, guys," Django said as he placed his hands on both sides of her head gently. "It's okay. We are trying to get some information. Don't waste our time with threats. Now calm down and tell us what you know. Or else I'll make sure you never see daylight again."

She trembled slightly, feeling a bit scared. "Please don't hurt me. I'll tell you everything I know."

Django nodded and smiled. "Good. Good. Keep talking."

Danielle took a deep breath and started speaking. "My name is Danielle. My sister Drew and I both run finances for the Syndicate. The New York branch and we are the personal assistants to Bloodhorn leader, the Skullz gang. And now that you attack them. They will make you will pay for this."

"What does the Syndicate have to do with the Skullz?" Benjamin asked.

"They are part of the Syndicate," Drew explained, reigning to just tell the three boys now since her sister was going to tell them, anyway.

"So basically, the Syndicate runs most of the gangs in the city," Reily said.

"Right," Danielle confirmed. "And the Skullz is one of the top ten gangs."

"Where is Bloodhorn?" Django inquired.

"He's uh... at the grand police station on Coney island. He hides out of there."

"Shit. Okay, let's go get him." Django said.

"No way, nigga! That place is crawling with guards and cops. There is no way we can sneak in there. Not without getting caught. Plus, even if we do, we would probably get killed." Reily barked in disagreement.

"That's why we are going to kidnap him instead."

"Kidnap? What are you talking about? That's crazy!" Benjamin exclaimed.

"Look, I'm sorry you don't like my plan, but I think it's the best option we have. We can't risk being arrested. If we do, we will be fucked forever."

"Well, if you ask me, kidnapping is the worst idea I've ever heard," Reily stated. "Why not just shoot him? Why mess with the cops? Hell, I'll even do it for free."

"Then what do we do? HUH!!" Django challenges his street kid friend. "What? Start our own gang and join the Syndicate? Or maybe wait until his stupid and ugly Orkish needle dick posers come and try to kill us again?"

"That last part might actually be a good idea." Benjamin chimed in.

"Ha, ha, funny, huh?" Django smirked. "Now we have to either start a new gang and join the Syndicate... I was just joking, man. You all three of us hate gang."

"Yeah, I don't want to join the Syndicate or form a fucking gang. I want to get rich and live life however I want. Besides, if we join the Syndicate, then that idiot Bloodhorn won't kill us. At least if we have a gang, we can go anywhere we want." Reily stated.

Signing deeply, Django calmly considers his options. He ponders the pros and cons of each path. "Okay, I can see where you're coming from. But I don't like it. This whole thing sounds like bullshit. But I have no choice but to form my own gang... Shit, that bitch was right about my career path."

Benjamin shook his head. "Whatever, dude, whatever. I'm just saying that it's your call. We can start a gang and join the Syndicate later on. But, for now, we need to focus on getting the Skullz leader first. In case of Plan A is dud."

"Yeah," Reily agreed. "Let's leave these hoes here and time to get what all gangs needs, my fellow nigga."

"Money?" Benjamin added.

"Guns?" Django said.

"Drugs", Benjamin continued.

"Threads?" Django finished.

"Exactly," Reily said.

"Bitchin!" Looking at the twins, Django ordered Reily to tie up Drew and Danielle again. He'd have plans for them later, but for now, they can stay here until then.

***

After putting Drew and Danielle into the basement room, Benjamin, Reily, and Django went outside and looked for a car. At the end of the street, a Neuron was just parked there. All three boys walked up to that car and broke into it. At the same time, Django just went forth and started hot-wiring the vehicle as Reily and Benjamin entered the vehicle.

As Django started to drive, he'd need to talk with Reily and Benjamin. "Alright, so who is going to be the leader of this gang we are going to make."

"Me," Reily answered.

"What? No way, I'm the boss," Benjamin argued.

"Shut up, punk. I'll decide when I'm ready to lead the pack. Until then, you can sit back and watch."

"Fuck that! I'll kick your ass if you don't stop calling me punk," Benjamin retorted.

"Fine, I'll let you be the leader, but only if you do as told. First, you need to tell me what kind of guns you have. Then you need to tell me which drugs you have and how much. And last, you need to tell me who is supplying the thread and shit. And you better have a lot of it. Otherwise, I'll beat the shit out of you and your friends. Got it?"

"Your both wrong! I'm in charge! Now shut the fuck up, or I will deck you both!" Django said.

"Sure, whatever, punk. Let's go find some threads and shit."

After fifteen minutes of driving, Django pulled over to Planet Threads store. While driving, the three boys got into a rap battle.

"Not bad, Freeman, maybe you quit with that R & B shit and focus on rap. You seem to remember those lyrics easier." Django said as he stepped out of the car.

"Yeah, yeah, just watch I'm a drop a mix-tape so beautiful even you will be crying your eyes out," Reily swore, making Django and Benjamin snort.

"Bitch, when have you seen me cry?" Django questioned curiously.

"Point…" Reily admitted. "Aight, we need to buy some threads, not too much. We don't have the funds to splurge."

"What about money? I thought Django was buying since he loaded?" Benjamin asked.

"As if... They'll be glad to give us shit. Especially if they're female." Django said seriously.

"Why would their gender matter?" Both boys asked in confusion, making Django blink and gesture to himself as if the answer should be obvious.

"Niggas, I am a Pimp," Django stated seriously, stressing the last word for emphasis. "Look at my hair, bitch; it's fucking luxurious," Django said and pulled out a comb to comb back his black hair as they walked into the store.

The three boys walked to the clerk who was on her phone.

"Now, let me show you how a Pimp bargains," Django said as he approached the smiling woman and pushed Reily behind him. The Cashier was a tan woman with short blonde hair and green eyes. She was wearing a pair of khakis and a hoodie. Her shirt had a picture of an apple pie on it.

"Hey, shawty, gotta say you are looking fine as hell right now…." Django began as Reily felt his jaw drop, never seeing this side of their friend before. He was so reluctant to hit on chicks before today.

Benjamin whistled.

"Listen, jerk-"The Cashier said as she glanced up only to feel her jaw drop. "Y-you're so handsome… oh my God! I mean..."

"How you doing, darling?" Django questioned with a wink, making her swallow nervously.

"Wh-what? Oh Uhm...yeah, okay."

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Shawna," the Cashier replied.

"Okay, Shawna, you mind taking us getting us some threads?" Django asked, looking into her eyes. "I seem to have lost my wallet, but I am in a buying mood… see the problem?"

"U-uh, yeah, I get it; please take whatever you want!" Shawna said, making him smile.

"Good. So, I'll go ahead and pick out my stuff while you keep an eye out for my friends. Can you do that for me?"

"Sure thing," Shawna said.

"Tell me, how old are you, 19, 20?"

"T-twenty- one."

"Ah, even better!" The black-skinned teen said with a chuckle. "College student?" Django questioned curiously.

"J-just graduated…"

"Major?"

"Fashion."

"Hmm… tell you what, Shawna, pick something out for my two friends. Whatever it is, I'll take it. Consider it a small test of sorts." Django said in her ear, making her blush more intensely. Shawna nodded nervously before glancing around the shop. Her eyes landed on something on the far end of the counter, and she quickly grabbed it.

"H-here!" Shawna said as she placed a pair of black-framed sunglasses with dark purple lenses. Glancing at a nearby mirror, Django gave a low whistle of appreciation.

"You like em? You like em, huh?" Shawna asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I love them. But you know what else I love?"

"What's that?" She asked nervously. Django tone was implying something. Giving off a small smirk, Django didn't answer her question.

"I like your style, Shawna! Tell you what, here's my card. Call me if you're interested in working for me. Good pay, great health coverage, and we'll pay off those pesky college loans for you." Django said as he handed her a purple business card with golden Devil horns on the front. "Call me," Django said with a wink as he grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. The heir of two fortunes turned to see his shell-shocked friends and smirked as he walked past Reily and Benjamin.

"W-what the hell…?"

"Pimp," Django answered. "Now... Let's get us some guns. My assistant Tracey will meet us are the gun store."

"But I'm not sure I want to get involved with guns," Benjamin said.

"We need to make a statement. We need to show that we aren't afraid of anything. That we are willing to fight for our lives and the people close to us. If we don't, then who will?"

"Alright, alright, I get it. You're the boss," Benjamin said reluctantly.