Chapter 11

Third-person Narrative

Blake was at his house, well more like a mansion, chilling with his gang members. He had a cigar in between his lips while holding a beer in his right arm. He was in the far corner, taking the scenery before him.

While some of his members were playing pool, others were doing drugs.

How pathetic, he thought with a scoff. Suddenly, Killian entered the room with a redhead latched to his arm.

"You won't believe who I just got off the phone with," Killian said, searching through the igloo for a coke.

"Who?" Blake asked, still taking in the scenery before him, not even sparing a glance at Killian.

"It was Martin, a new gang member," Killian answered.

"Okay, so how is that important?" Blake asked, staring ahead with a confused expression.

"He was telling me how some Blondie overthrew Trent, apparently he's no longer the leader of the den."

"Okay, so some girls beat Trent ass, what the fuck does that have to do with me?" Blake mumbled, taking a draw from his cigar.

"It has everything the thing to do with you," Killian said. A smirk was plastered on his lips with a hint of mischief looked in his eyes.

"And how is that?" Blake asked with his eyes close, feeling a little irritated.

"The Blondie just happened to be Katrina. Who you happened to call Israel," Killian said in a dramatic voice.

"What!" Blake yelled, gaining all the attention from the guys.

"Carry on with whatever the fuck you were doing!" Blake said to his members in his boss's voice. As the members started to get back to their activities, Blake turned his attention to Killian.

"You heard me, the little vixen of yours took Trent down and claimed the den. I even heard that she's starting her gang." Killian said, gulping his coke.

"What the fuck was she thinking?" Blake muttered underneath his breath.

"She's trying to get herself to kill. So if I were you, I would surprise her with an unexpected visit," Killian mumbled.

"Yeah, I think I should," Blake mumbled, putting out his cigar.

"Blake, the Boss won't like this," Killian muttered in a serious voice.

"Like I give a damn," Blake retorted and walked out with one thing on his mind.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into Israel

Waking up has never felt this good. With a grin on my face, I reached over to my bed for my phone. Scrolling through my playlist I stopped on Kat Cunning- king of shadow.

After the music started blaring I walked seductively over to the bathroom. Taking a hold of my toothbrush I started to brush my teeth. While moving my hips to the music that was blaring from my phone.

Entering back into the room I removed my hair from its ponytail and flip my hair back and forth in a sexy manner. While I rubbed my hand down my body seductively. Soon as the song came to an end there was a bang coming from my front door.

Who the hell could that be?

Walking over to the door and unlocked it and Blake stood there in white joggers and a gray muscle shirt. Both his hands were inside his pocket while he wore a scowl on his face.

"Blake, what a surprise," I mumbled, but he only pushed right past me.

"Sure come right in," I muttered sarcastically, then I turned to face him.

"I'm not in the mood for your mockery!" He stated.

"Calm down, Blakie boy what crawled up your ass and died?" I asked, mockingly.

"Is it true?" He asked, "Did you challenge Trent to a match?"

"So that was Mr. Hunk's name?" I asked, "Trent, it sounds good rolling off my tongue yeah?" I joked.

"For once can you just answer my god-damn question!"

"Jeez man, calm down I was just messing with ya. And for your question, yeah I beat his ass fair and square." I smirked at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He prompted, "You were supposed to be lying low!"

"First, let me make something clear for you, Nothing is wrong with me. And who said anything about lying low? I came here to seek revenge on the snake gang, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. So don't come up in here saying otherwise."

"You don't understand, Israel, by taking over the Den your alerting gang members." He tried to reason.

"Let them!" I roared, "I'll be ready, let the word spread about the female vixen because I'm not backing down. I'm here for good ready to claim what is rightfully mine, so let them know because I'm here to cause havoc!"

With that said, I stormed out of the room leaving him standing there. I make my way to my bedroom, flopping down on the bed, and closed my eyes.

Could he be right somehow?

I'm I rushing this? Of course, not this was what I came here to do... Feeling irritated with myself I shake all the negatives thoughts away.

Entering the bathroom I took a deep breath and stared at my reflection In the mirror. Now it's not the time for second thoughts, you can do this. You've been trained all your life for this...

After my pep talk, I stripped out of my clothes and headed for the shower.

Soon after, I returned to my room, and there Blake was sitting on my bed staring at the wall. Tightening the hold on my towel I walked over to the closet. To search for an outfit for the day.

"The Den isn't just an ordinary place where you'll find low life hanging out," Blake started. But I remained silent still looking for something to wear.

"The Den is where the dealer's deal, it's where supplies of drugs are stocked, listen to me Israel. If a shipment happened to go missing. Or someone hasn't received their package after payments they will come for you."

"I can take care of myself thanks for the concern, but it's not needed," I took them back to the bathroom and got dressed.

I wore purple lace panties with a matching bra. White crop top with the word 'DOPE' written in bold black letter. And skinny ripped jeans that hugged my body like a second skin.

After inspecting myself in the mirror I catch my hair in a messy bun and entered my room. Putting on my white sneakers I picked up my keys and my phone. Then suddenly it chimed indicating a message. Checking the message I hurriedly make my way to the front door with Blake trailing behind me.

"What was that about?" He asked referring to the message that I've received a couple of seconds ago.

"Some mafia guy showed up at the Den. Demanding to have a chat with me," I told him as I locked the door.

"I told you it was dangerous, but you just wouldn't listen." He barked

"Look I got this okay so stop making a big deal out of nothing. Now I'm going to see what's the problem is."

After I have gotten into the driver's seat ready to bring the engine to life the passenger door flew open. And Blake flopped down on the seat.

"You think I'd let you deal with this on you alone?" He asked.

Smiling at his word's I speed off down the street with one thought on my mind,

Who the hell could it be.