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CHAPTER 1
Boston, Mass
POV Mary
I had this feeling like someone was watching me, but I probably just being paranoid. The buyer did want a guy to do the running and here I was, definitely not a guy. How would he ever find out though? I mean I was dressed as boyish as you could get. Boxers, Baggy jeans, sweatshirt, beanie, sunglasses, work boots, and fake hair on my chin. I looked like a guy. I probably shouldn't even be worrying. If it was good enough for Bill, my boss, than it must be good enough to keep me from getting a bullet to the head and fooling the buyer. Yet, here I am feeling uncertain about the whole thing in the middle of a drug deal between one of the largest gangs in town and the mob. Bill and the buyer, Big Max, step closer to me and I become more attentive.
"This is half the product, wait 15 minutes and the other half will be delivered here, and then bring it to his man, Big Mike." My boss tells me as he hands me a silver case and looks towards Big Max. I nod and take the case trying to make myself look as macho and big as possible.
"Not much of a talker are ya?" Big Max asks with a thick Boston accent. Bill quickly replies to cover my butt. I may be able to look like a guy, but talking like one may get a bit challenging.
"That's what makes him the best, he'll never sequel." They both begin to laugh and walk away from me, "and you wanted the best right?"
That was definitely not the reason why I was the best. Hell no. I was the best because I was the mobs most trusted resource. I was the best because they made me that way. I was the best because I was there slave and they took that for all its worth. I was the best because I had the drive to stay alive and staying alive is all that mattered on the streets.
Everyone was gone now, Bill, Big Max, the body guards. It was just me and the drugs, but I still felt like someone was watching me. I sat down on a large wooden box and tried to relax. I tried to give myself a mental pep talk: "C'mon Mary. This is like tons of other jobs you have done before. Nothing is going to happen. In ten minutes you'll be out of here with the other half of the product and on your way to big Mike. You've been in worse situations…."
This was pitiful. I hopped off the box and began to pace around.
POV Alex
"Division?" I whisper into my com crouching behind one of the large wooden boxes the warehouse was filled with.
"The dealer and seller have just exited the warehouse. Body guards have exited too. Only person left is the guy, roughly 18, possibly Kyle, his face is too covered up to tell." I wait for a response.
"You've got the ok to approach." I hear Ryan say. "Michael is outside for backup."
Gun at the ready, I walk out from behind the box. Slowly I approach the guy. He didn't seem to notice me yet. He didn't look to be armed and he didn't seem dangerous. "Kyle Turner?"
The guy spins around immediately. He looks at me and then the drug case on the crate. He runs to it and I drop my weapon, following him. "Really? He's a dirty thirty?" I mutter.
POV Mary
"Who the hell is she?" Is the first thing that comes to my mind when I see her, but then I see her gun and that thought quickly leaves my head and something on the lines of, "Oh holy shit, she's got a gun and all I have is the goddamn drugs. Crap the drugs! She wants to steal my drugs!" enters my head.
I spin around and sprint towards the case, my only job was to keep the drugs safe and that is what I intended to do. This girl was good though. Almost as quickly as I spun around she went after me. I grabbed the drugs in a quick run, grab, run even faster sort of move and darted for the backdoor, but she got me. She tackled me. This girl was pretty and petite, I mean who would of thought she could have been so aggressive- not me that's for sure. Still she tackled me like I was some prey and she was a lion.
The case went sliding across the floor and my head smashed against the cold cement ground, sunglasses coming off too. My disguise was probably ruined now. I wrestled out of her grip elbowing her in the head and then squirming to the case, leaving a small trail of blood behind me. I better be getting a bonus or something for this shit.
As my hand closes around the handle she grabs my foot and tugs me backward. I flip onto my back and look the girl straight in the eye before I smash her head with the drug case. Man was she stupid. She dropped back and I got up off the ground, only bad part was that she did too. She kicked my wrist and I yelled out in pain and dropped the case. It clattered to the ground and I was in shock. I wasn't expecting that to happen. Still surprised and off guard, she nailed a punch in my face and then to my gut. I stumbled backward my head throbbing from the punch and the cut above my eye from the tackle. She was good and I was well, not as good. She just looked at me and then said, "Everything is alight Birkoff. I'll have him in a minute." Either I hit this girl in the head harder than I thought or she was a part of something much bigger then stealing my drugs. She pulled out her gun once again and I couldn't do much. I was defenseless. I couldn't use the 'hey I'm a girl' thing because A. I was still dressed as a boy. B. If she was here for the drugs, nobody could know I was a girl because if that information got to Big Max, I was dead.
Her gun was still pointed at me and I did something instinctual. Well not instinctual, but what I thought was my only option- I went in for the tackle. Stupid decision. Like one of the most stupid decisions in my life. Her gun went off and I felt the bullet pierce into my shoulder, pushing me backwards and onto the cold hard cement floor. Keeping the drugs safe wasn't my biggest problem anymore.
Alex POV
"Alex? Alex? Are you ok?" I hear Birkoff yell into my ear through the ear piece. I was just standing there still. I couldn't believe what just happened. My gun just went off; I didn't even have to think about it. "I'm fine." I say back to Birkoff. I walk over to the guy. I had shot this guy thinking he was a dirty thirty, but up until now I never got a good clear view of his face. Although showing some resemblance to Kyle this guy wasn't him. I knelt down next to him and pressed on his shoulder. That is when I noticed I definitely had the wrong person. His face seamed to girly and the tuff of hair on his chin didn't even look real. An uneasy feeling in my stomach began to form. I slipped off his beanie and my biggest fear came true. This guy wasn't a guy at all, he was a girl. A young one at that.
"Birkoff I need backup right now. Send Michael ASAP."
"What is the issue?"
"I shot her."
"What? Her?"
"The guy who we thought was Kyle Turner is not Kyle Turner. He isn't even a guy. I shot a girl and I can't let her die."