Knowing if I could trust someone has never been something I've been extremely good at, but I think I have a pretty good idea about these Mexican guys. The fact that I'm currently driving a getaway van with a rival gangs president in it should speak for something.
"OH MY GOD CARLOS, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU DUMB BITCH!" I yelled, swerving in and out between cars.
"Calm the fuck down Kacey!" He yelled back, before speaking to the guy on his left in Spanish.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I really didn't know why I'm here. I was supposed to pick Carlos up and we were gonna go out for a late supper. I really don't know what I'm doing." I said, mainly to the man tied up in the back, by now I was blubbering.
"It's alright doll, just stop crying, you're going to kill us all." I just nodded my head, and focused on getting this poor man to safety.
Realizing the sounds of motorcycles were gaining on us, I slowed the van just a bit. Then, making the most stupid decision of my life, I quickly made a u turn; turning the van around before I slammed on the brakes. All of Carlos's men flew in different directions, including Carlos himself, working quickly, I jumped out of the van and opened the back doors, grabbing the president, and running for my damn life.
"I'm sorry Carlos!" I yelled back to him, not slowing down one bit.
"DON'T FUCKING SHOOT!" I heard Carlos yell, clearly not wanting one of his men to accidently shoot me.
I might not have thought the second part of my plan out too well because next thing I knew, I was between two rival gangs with guns pointed at me.
"Kacey, come here. Right now." Said Carlos. I didn't look at him.
"Let him go Carlos. Whatever you had planned, I want no part of it, so do it some other time. Maybe when we don't have plans you prick."
"I can't Kace-DON'T FUCKING MOVE." He suddenly yelled. Only when I felt the cold press of metal on my temple did I look at my best friend.
"Is she your girl?" The voice behind me asked.
"No. But she's a friend of the gang, if you hurt her, you start a war."
"You already started the fucking war, and this little bitch helped you." The scruffy voice retorted.
"Yeah, but she didn't know what was going on. She helped your president, didn't she? She has no part in this."
"Carlos, if I make it out of this alive, I'll fucking kill you." I said, looking my best friend in the eye.
"Shut up." The man hissed in my ear, pushing the gun closer to my skull, making me let out a whimper.
"Hap, let her go. She really had nothing to do with this. The Mexicans just pushed me in a van, threw her the keys and made her drive. Look, if it wasn't for her, I'd probably already be dead." I looked up at the face of the president, just noticing their kuttes, Sons of Anarchy.
Shit.