"Dammit, Julius. He's just a kid!" Troy scolded as they pulled into the parking lot of the rundown church.
That boy he saved from being shot by that Vice King shouldn't have been recruited into the Saints.
"A kid who is good with a gun and doesn't talk back." Julius countered as they entered the abandoned church.
The young man may have been mute but he was a damn good shot and a good solider.
"You ever think he doesn't talk back because he's to scared?" Troy asked the older man as he sighed.
Troy was an undercover cop. He had already made friends in this gang but he didn't want this kid involved.
"He doesn't even have his license, Julius. He's learning to drive by dodging bullets and running over people. Hell, he won't even tell us his name so we just call him playa!" The younger man said as they both heard footsteps approaching.
They turned to the door to see it creek open and the newest member of the Saints entered as Troy lit up a cigarette.
Playa was dressed in a black undershirt with a purple basketball jersey over it, black basketball shorts, white socks covered by grey and purple sneakers. That white and purple baseball cap made him look even younger.
"How did it go, son?" Julius asked Playa as the kid handed him the drug money.
He should be at home with his family, Troy thought. Did he even have any family?
"Good work, playa." Julius told the kid before handing him his cut of the money.
The boy walked out of the church as Troy sighed.
Playa scared Troy at times. He was good with a gun and lately Troy could see a change in him.
The kid had started talking, according to Johnny and Dex. Playa was starting to feel comfortable around the Saints and this life.
That scared Troy.
Had Julius created a monster or just awakened one inside that kid?