Chapter 350. Forming a Strategic Alliance. (2/10)
“So, is she around right now?”
“Nah, she ain’t in right now. She’s out on a ride after another one of those normal guys she matched with on some stupid datin site ran away when she showed up to their date on her bike. She’s havin a real hard time gettin a guy. If only she considered one of us a ‘normal guy,’ she could get a guy real easy then.”
“That sounds tough.”
“Hey man, you two an item? If not, mind goin on a date wid the Boss to cheer er up? Ever since she got her motorcycle license she’s been tryin so hard to get a guy. It’s got us feelin depressed. Why can’t she get one? It doesn’t make sense.”
“Sorry, she’s my girlfriend… and the reason for my visit here today.”
“What yuh mean she’s the reason yer here today? She lookin for a cheap bike or sometin?”
“No. It’s… a bit complicated and I’d prefer to explain it all to your Boss.”
“It has te be Boss?”
“Yeah, it does.”
“Should I take it she told ya who she was?”
“Yes.”
“Then I guess there’s no need to beat around the bush. You need to speak to her not as de Boss, but as the Leader instead?”
“Yeah.”
“Then give it an hour. She should be back within that time. You can wait ere. We’ll let er know you’re ere when she gets back. She’s still blowin off steam after er failed date today.”
“Alright, thanks, I’ll be waiting for her then.”
“Hehe, a guy waitin for her, I wonder how she’ll react when she hears that?” The girl joked with the baldy as they returned to the garage area.
“Are you okay?” Yuna asked when we were alone.
“Aww, were you worried about me?” I joked.
“Not in the slightest,” she dismissed cooly.
“How cold. Considering how you tried to pry his hand off my neck without hesitation, your actions lead me to believe otherwise. But anyway, I’m fine.”
“Aren’t you angry?”
“No. I think he acted appropriately to stop me in the event I was really trying to pull out a concealed weapon. You never know what sort of psychopath you’ll run into in a ghetto area. Depending on the circumstances, it’s better to act first and ask questions later.”
“You’re too forgiving.”
“Well, let’s forget about that and just patiently wait for that girl to get back. Not much else we can do right now anyway. It’s the perfect chance to let me think things over.”
“Haaaah. One day my summer was completely normal, then the next I’m on the run in hiding.”
“One day you’re a virgin, the next day you’re not.” I couldn’t help but retort.
I was immediately elbowed in the gut before she plopped herself down on a chair in the reception area, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes.
“You’re the worst. I’m taking a nap. Wake me up when she gets here.”
I sat down beside her, placed my hand on her shoulder, pulled her down sideways, and rested the side of her head down on my lap.
“You’ll hurt your neck and back sleeping like that. At least lie down flat on your back or on your side when you sleep.”
“Is this fine?”
“Yeah.” I may have told her she wouldn’t die, but there was no guarantee something wouldn’t go wrong.
She repositioned herself and spread her body out over three chairs in total, including mine. Her legs were bent over the side of the third chair, her back over the second, and her head over the first on top of my lap.
I removed my jacket tied around her waist and placed it over her upper body to cover her up. Under the jacket where nobody would see, she grabbed and held onto my right hand. It only took five minutes for her to fall asleep.
Seriously, isn’t she a bit too trusting of me all of a sudden? What’ll you do if you really die in your sleep because you let your guard down so much around me?
Haaaaah. I took this brief moment of respite to refine the plan I’d concocted. The key to my plan was a gamble. It would be an invisible unseen war of attrition between me and the entirety of the Swastika gang. Who would be outed and hunted down first?
…
About forty-five minutes later, I heard a ruckus going on in the garage. Had she arrived? That was the first thing I thought, however, something didn’t seem right. Something in the air felt heavy. Unsure of what it was, I slightly raised Yuna’s head up and slipped out of my seat. I then gently rest her head down on the seat.
I moved over to the entrance and slightly opened the door a bit. I could hear a chat going on outside.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Faceless street rats hard at work as usual. It’s been quite a while since I’ve come to pay you pitiful losers a visit, now hasn’t it?”
From the arrogant and domineering tone of the speaker alone, I already had an awful feeling.
“Oh, and why has the Swastika gang leader and his bitch princess in heat graced us with their presence today?”
My worst nightmare had come true.
I looked over to Yuna and panicked when I remembered her handbag currently hidden under my jacket. If for some reason they came here looking for us thinking the Faceless gang was somehow involved in this, it’d be trouble. If they came inside here and checked her… that handbag could raise suspicions even if we claim it’s a coincidence. It had to go.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I ran over to her, snatched her handbag as my eyes darted about the room. My eyes stopped on the garbage bin. I ran over to it, removed the garbage bag from the bin, then dropped Yuna’s handbag to the bottom before I stuffed the garbage bag back in.
Now the only problem is Yuna herself. Was her disguise good enough for her to not be caught by Malory? I didn’t know. I returned to the door and continued to listen to what they were talking about.
“I said drag Lea out right now. I have no interest in wasting my breath talking to lowly street rats. I’m here to speak with the queen of the street rats.”
“You fucker! Say that again! You want to go to war, or what?”
“That depends on your actions. If she doesn’t come out right now, I don’t mind lighting this place up and putting an end to you vermin who’ve infested our streets once and for all.”
“Fuck! Let’s do it then, fuck face! Guns blazin, see if we give a shit! We may be fuckin street rats, but we’re resilient and hard as fuck to kill! If you think your side won’t have an arm or limb ripped off in the process, you’re fuckin delusional!”
“Oh. Then… shall we try it then? We can exterminate you for good. Just like your previous leader. We’ll kill you all, just the same as we squashed that trash underfoot.”
“You wanna die right here, right now? Don’t you dare call our Uncle fuckin trash!”
“Heh, you misguided fools still call your previous gang leader Uncle? How disgusting. A gang is a gang, not a family. I thought I got that through your thick skulls the last time we went to war and you lost miserably thanks to your worthless notion of family getting in the way. All we did was take that idiotic girl hostage and that worthless piece of trash willingly traded his own life for her safety.”
“I’ll fucking kill you!”
The loud rumble reverberated through the air and easily drowned out the angry curses from the crowd.
I opened the door a bit more to get a look at the situation outside and the instant I did, a girl on a motorcycle flew through the air over the wooden fence erected around the building from the back side where there was a hilly incline up to a road a bit further away.
The bike touched down on the ground as she skidded sideways to a stop facing the garage with a furious bloodthirsty look in her eyes. There was a blatant unhidden desire to kill. She revved her engine in place on full blast like it was an outlet to release her hatred.
It was ear-piercingly loud.
“What the fuck are you doin here?” When her engine quieted down and she’d calmed her violent chaotic emotions, she addressed the Swastika gang leader in the coldest voice she could muster.
“Oh, it’s about time you show up. I heard you were looking for a boyfriend lately and were having a lot of trouble. I thought I’d pay you a visit and let you suck my dick if you’re that thirsty for it.”
“Fuck off and die.”
She pulled out a gun from her pocket and raised it up...
Chapter 350. Forming a Strategic Alliance. (2/10)
“So, is she around right now?”
“Nah, she ain’t in right now. She’s out on a ride after another one of those normal guys she matched with on some stupid datin site ran away when she showed up to their date on her bike. She’s havin a real hard time gettin a guy. If only she considered one of us a ‘normal guy,’ she could get a guy real easy then.”
“That sounds tough.”
“Hey man, you two an item? If not, mind goin on a date wid the Boss to cheer er up? Ever since she got her motorcycle license she’s been tryin so hard to get a guy. It’s got us feelin depressed. Why can’t she get one? It doesn’t make sense.”
“Sorry, she’s my girlfriend… and the reason for my visit here today.”
“What yuh mean she’s the reason yer here today? She lookin for a cheap bike or sometin?”
“No. It’s… a bit complicated and I’d prefer to explain it all to your Boss.”
“It has te be Boss?”
“Yeah, it does.”
“Should I take it she told ya who she was?”
“Yes.”
“Then I guess there’s no need to beat around the bush. You need to speak to her not as de Boss, but as the Leader instead?”
“Yeah.”
“Then give it an hour. She should be back within that time. You can wait ere. We’ll let er know you’re ere when she gets back. She’s still blowin off steam after er failed date today.”
“Alright, thanks, I’ll be waiting for her then.”
“Hehe, a guy waitin for her, I wonder how she’ll react when she hears that?” The girl joked with the baldy as they returned to the garage area.
“Are you okay?” Yuna asked when we were alone.
“Aww, were you worried about me?” I joked.
“Not in the slightest,” she dismissed cooly.
“How cold. Considering how you tried to pry his hand off my neck without hesitation, your actions lead me to believe otherwise. But anyway, I’m fine.”
“Aren’t you angry?”
“No. I think he acted appropriately to stop me in the event I was really trying to pull out a concealed weapon. You never know what sort of psychopath you’ll run into in a ghetto area. Depending on the circumstances, it’s better to act first and ask questions later.”
“You’re too forgiving.”
“Well, let’s forget about that and just patiently wait for that girl to get back. Not much else we can do right now anyway. It’s the perfect chance to let me think things over.”
“Haaaah. One day my summer was completely normal, then the next I’m on the run in hiding.”
“One day you’re a virgin, the next day you’re not.” I couldn’t help but retort.
I was immediately elbowed in the gut before she plopped herself down on a chair in the reception area, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes.
“You’re the worst. I’m taking a nap. Wake me up when she gets here.”
I sat down beside her, placed my hand on her shoulder, pulled her down sideways, and rested the side of her head down on my lap.
“You’ll hurt your neck and back sleeping like that. At least lie down flat on your back or on your side when you sleep.”
“Is this fine?”
“Yeah.” I may have told her she wouldn’t die, but there was no guarantee something wouldn’t go wrong.
She repositioned herself and spread her body out over three chairs in total, including mine. Her legs were bent over the side of the third chair, her back over the second, and her head over the first on top of my lap.
I removed my jacket tied around her waist and placed it over her upper body to cover her up. Under the jacket where nobody would see, she grabbed and held onto my right hand. It only took five minutes for her to fall asleep.
Seriously, isn’t she a bit too trusting of me all of a sudden? What’ll you do if you really die in your sleep because you let your guard down so much around me?
Haaaaah. I took this brief moment of respite to refine the plan I’d concocted. The key to my plan was a gamble. It would be an invisible unseen war of attrition between me and the entirety of the Swastika gang. Who would be outed and hunted down first?
…
About forty-five minutes later, I heard a ruckus going on in the garage. Had she arrived? That was the first thing I thought, however, something didn’t seem right. Something in the air felt heavy. Unsure of what it was, I slightly raised Yuna’s head up and slipped out of my seat. I then gently rest her head down on the seat.
I moved over to the entrance and slightly opened the door a bit. I could hear a chat going on outside.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Faceless street rats hard at work as usual. It’s been quite a while since I’ve come to pay you pitiful losers a visit, now hasn’t it?”
From the arrogant and domineering tone of the speaker alone, I already had an awful feeling.
“Oh, and why has the Swastika gang leader and his bitch princess in heat graced us with their presence today?”
My worst nightmare had come true.
I looked over to Yuna and panicked when I remembered her handbag currently hidden under my jacket. If for some reason they came here looking for us thinking the Faceless gang was somehow involved in this, it’d be trouble. If they came inside here and checked her… that handbag could raise suspicions even if we claim it’s a coincidence. It had to go.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I ran over to her, snatched her handbag as my eyes darted about the room. My eyes stopped on the garbage bin. I ran over to it, removed the garbage bag from the bin, then dropped Yuna’s handbag to the bottom before I stuffed the garbage bag back in.
Now the only problem is Yuna herself. Was her disguise good enough for her to not be caught by Malory? I didn’t know. I returned to the door and continued to listen to what they were talking about.
“I said drag Lea out right now. I have no interest in wasting my breath talking to lowly street rats. I’m here to speak with the queen of the street rats.”
“You fucker! Say that again! You want to go to war, or what?”
“That depends on your actions. If she doesn’t come out right now, I don’t mind lighting this place up and putting an end to you vermin who’ve infested our streets once and for all.”
“Fuck! Let’s do it then, fuck face! Guns blazin, see if we give a shit! We may be fuckin street rats, but we’re resilient and hard as fuck to kill! If you think your side won’t have an arm or limb ripped off in the process, you’re fuckin delusional!”
“Oh. Then… shall we try it then? We can exterminate you for good. Just like your previous leader. We’ll kill you all, just the same as we squashed that trash underfoot.”
“You wanna die right here, right now? Don’t you dare call our Uncle fuckin trash!”
“Heh, you misguided fools still call your previous gang leader Uncle? How disgusting. A gang is a gang, not a family. I thought I got that through your thick skulls the last time we went to war and you lost miserably thanks to your worthless notion of family getting in the way. All we did was take that idiotic girl hostage and that worthless piece of trash willingly traded his own life for her safety.”
“I’ll fucking kill you!”
The loud rumble reverberated through the air and easily drowned out the angry curses from the crowd.
I opened the door a bit more to get a look at the situation outside and the instant I did, a girl on a motorcycle flew through the air over the wooden fence erected around the building from the back side where there was a hilly incline up to a road a bit further away.
The bike touched down on the ground as she skidded sideways to a stop facing the garage with a furious bloodthirsty look in her eyes. There was a blatant unhidden desire to kill. She revved her engine in place on full blast like it was an outlet to release her hatred.
It was ear-piercingly loud.
“What the fuck are you doin here?” When her engine quieted down and she’d calmed her violent chaotic emotions, she addressed the Swastika gang leader in the coldest voice she could muster.
“Oh, it’s about time you show up. I heard you were looking for a boyfriend lately and were having a lot of trouble. I thought I’d pay you a visit and let you suck my dick if you’re that thirsty for it.”
“Fuck off and die.”
She pulled out a gun from her pocket and raised it up...
