THE GANG LEADER

*Flashback*

Ten years ago, when I was in college a met this handsome of a guy. He was a bit older than me, I was 18, he was 20. His honey skin, toned body where few of the things that made me fall for him, his height was 5'9. He was sweat, caring, everything you look when finding a perfected partner. Those were the reasons why I fell for him.

Not after long, he introduced himself on the only class we had together. He introduced himself as Max. Few months later we started dating and he met my family. I didn't met his, since well turned out he didn't have any. But life with him was good, he loved me and I loved him back, it was all like a fairy tale that I didn't want to wake up. Everything felt right.

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I was now on my third year of college, making me 21 and we decided to move in together. My parents where fine with it since they did the exact same thing when they were younger. And my parents saw this man as a son. That's where everything went downhill. At first everything was nice, he cooked dinner for me after I'd arrived from college and I'd so the same other times.

He started arriving late, super late. I'd thought it was because of his job, he told me he was working at a fast food place. Unfortunately that wasn't the case, he was selling drugs and doing other illegal stuff. I didn't know that, yet though. I was getting worried since he was arriving with bruises all over his body that he didn't explain to me. Once he even arrived with a cut on this face, and yet he didn't explain shit.
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The lights are bright and the smell of the atmosphere feels like death. When I opened my eyes, I had an IV and my mother was on the side of my bed. Sniffing and crying, laying her face down on the bed and with her hands wrapped around my arm. "Mom?" I whispered. She looked up in surprise and called the nurses. "Sweat heart.. how are you feeling?" She questioned, while shaking a bit and giving me a small hug and kissed my forehead.

"I feel weak and tired." Those were the only words that came out of my mouth before the nurses arrived and took my mother away. They examined me and did some tests. I was full of bruises and cuts in some parts of my body. But the worst part was the excruciating pain I felt below my abdomen, and the reason why I felt this way.

I lost him.

~~~~~~ The present

I was looking for Blake, since I wanted to speak to him. It's been a while since I've been outside, the day I was kidnapped was actually my the last time. I've only left when going to the warehouse with Blake and I am tired of it. I want to go out with friends, have a walk in the park, simply being out of this depressing place. "Hey Blake, heading out?" He was wearing a buttoned shirt with a dressing pant and shoes, a bit formal. "Yes. I got a meeting." He informed. "Gang related?" I crossed my arms, if he wasn't going with me, then he's not going either. I'm not staying behind. "No, it's related to my hotels and other businesses." He fixed his outfit a bit looking at a mirror on his side.

"What do you need?" He looked at me expecting an answer. "Well I want to go out." I said with an attitude. He paused for a moment, eyes wide. "Claire, I'm not doing this right now. I'm going to be late. We'll talk later after dinner, okay?" He told me, while putting one hand on his pocket. "Fine." I rolled my eyes. He moved closer to me and grabbed my face. "Don't roll your eyes at me, sweetheart." Looking at my eyes then my lips. And with that he left.

What am I suppose to do now?

BLAKE'S POV:

I took my car and drove to one of my hotels. David told me yesterday one of my casinos was targeted to be robbed. After I make sure everything's going smoothly there, I'd head to my warehouse and take care of the guy. Making sure of sending a message with him. Afterwards, I'll try and make the other guy that we took, the night Claire got involved into this life, talk if not ask one of my men to kill him. I didn't want to tell Claire that I was heading to the warehouse, because I'll be torturing people. I don't want her to see that part of me, and I'll also ask David what he found about her.

Later that day, Blake's on the warehouse.

"What was the point in trying to steal from my casino?" I said while looking for a knife, I found a sharp blade. I closed my distance with the guy and put the blade on his neck, trying to threaten him. "I'm not talking." The guy spat. "I admire your loyalty." I laughed, and took the blade, pushing on his shoulder. "Who are you working for?" I asked walking to a chair that was on the room, putting it beside him and sitting down, and played with the blade after whipping the blood. He stayed silent, and I made him scream by inserting the blade on the same spot I stabbed him earlier. "Answer me." I shouted, while leaning forward.

After cutting all of his fingers from his left hand and he's still not talking, I decided to look for other methods of making him talk. He did told me for who he was working for, The Wild Dogs. No surprise with that answer. "Tell me where's the warehouse." I trailed off, looking at my other weapon in hand. A wire thin thread, the purpose; we'll found out sooner than later.

"I'm not talking." He let his face fall, tired of the torture. "Believe me this next part will be painful. You tell me where the warehouse is and I'll end this painless." I confess. He didn't say shit, so I stood up and grabbed his face moving to the side, where I had access to his ear. I waited a bit more, just in case he decide to speak, no response. Half an hour of more torture, removing his ear, burning parts of his legs, and almost removing his eyes and no information the guy died of blood lost. And it was excruciating, the slowest dead I could give him.

Afterwards it was late. It's already 7pm and I was ready to head home, I didn't had time to question the other guy. I'll just get one of my men to deal with him.

"I was looking for you." I said as soon as I saw David. I crossed my arms and waited, he already knew why was I looking for him. "Blake, the info I have from her is scarce." "What do you mean?" I put my hand one of my pockets. "It's like she never existed. There's no records of a Claire Smith that leaved in Oregon." He explained, he had a file in hand and gave it to me. "The only information I was able to find, was minimal. She leaved her entire life on California, with her parents, no other family member, except an older brother. And her brother was killed on a car accident. There's no trail of that car accident or the name of the brother and age when the car crash happened." He added to the explanation. "You're telling me, she's not the person she says she is? Meaning either she changed her info, making sure her actual identity isn't revealed or she was in witness protection." I said with a puzzled face. "Those were the 2 things I was thinking." David frowned.

But if her ID's fake why would she tell me she's from Oregon when she leaved on California. It's not adding up.

"Call Jackson, and ask him for help. After all, he still owes us a favor." With that I left. Started the engine of the car and left arriving home later than what I wanted too.

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