Truthfully, I think everyone is bad. No matter how hard we try sometimes, we just end up making bad decisions. Everyone has the power inside them to be good, sometimes being bad, just is so much better.

I never wanted to be bad. But certain circumstances just led me to this life. The life of waiting. Of watching. Of being ruthless. Of wanting something and knowing I could never have her. She would never want me. I'm a monster. I'm a criminal. I'm a killer. But I was alight with all that. And I was definitely alight with being able to see her from a far. She worked at a bakery. She decorated cakes, and cupcakes and baked so much goodies, I got a sweet tooth just watching her work. She was beyond beautiful. It was like God made her, specifically for me. He shoulder length brown hair was always straight and usually up. Her small petit slim body looked like it could easily mold into mine. But it was her eyes. There were big. And innocent. And so beautifully hazel. I could stare into them all day. I had only seen them once, when I grew a pair and walked into get a muffin and coffee. She had a gorgeous smile, but it was her eyes. Her eyes took me in. Her eyes made me weak. Her eyes told me at any chance she got, I could be on my knees, doing anything she wanted.

I was usually across the street at the bookstore sitting at a table by the window. I would pick a random book, and occasionally I would read it, but she was so distracting. Too many times before I would sit for hours, waiting until her shift ended and watched her wave down a cab and she'd be off. I never followed her, I told myself that was creepy, and stalkerish. I was above that. Kind of.

"Knight." I peeled away from the window and stood up quick. "You have a problem."

"Fuck off Garcia." He laughed and I walked past him, going to the exit of the book store.

Carlos Garcia, my best friend since…for ever had finally come to get me. To do our next job. This consisted of teaching a guy a lesson about who not to steal form again. Carlos was the perfect guy for this. Especially when I worked with him. He was…a little…insane. He really enjoyed beating the shit out of someone especially when it was for our family. Our family consisted of three people. Me, him, and Logan. In my eyes, Logan was like the…boss man. He gave out orders to the people who worked for us. He told us what to do sometimes but usually we did what we wanted. Anyway Carlos loved to do work, because he loved to defend his name and me and Logan.

So I wasn't surprised to walk out of the bookstore across the street and into a dark alley. I also wasn't surprised to see Logan's black Benz parked against a wall, bass booming. When we got next to the drivers door, the car shut off and the door opened. He beamed up at us like it was Christmas morning. I said Carlos was insane. Did I mention so was Logan? For different reasons of course. Carlos loved beating people, Logan loved the power he had over people. I really think I'm the only normal person in this group.

"Let me guess? Stalking bakery girl again?" He grinned at me and turned to Carlos who was nodding. Logan shook his head and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. "Why don't you ask her out?" I took a cigarette from him and pulled out my lighter. "I have a feeling she wouldn't reject you." He put his cigarette in his mouth and I tossed him the lighter taking a deep breath in.

"I'd rather not force girls to date me Logan." He smirked and Carlos sighed. "Relax Carlos." He was tense. He hated to wait, especially knowing he was about to be able to fuck somebody up.

"Carlos you have a sick problem." Carlos grinned and we all turned hearing a car pulling up behind us. Showtime. "There's two, so if you'd like to relieve that frustration out, one is yours." I inhaled and stared darkly at the car. Two of our biggest guys dragged two men out of the car, each had a sack over their heads and their hands tied in front of them. They were forced to their knees in front of us. Logan made a movement with his hand and the sacks were torn off. I recognized them easily. Every ounce of blood in my body began to boil and I was glad I Logan was going to let me do this.

These two were the biggest scum bags on the planet. The tyoe who held a girl down and shoved their dicks down her throat. And the type that thought it was wise to steal from us. It would be my pleasure to kill them.

"Please! We didn't do anything!" One screamed up at Logan who was now right in front of them, smoking not a single care in the world.

"Really?" His voice was quiet and dark. I tossed my cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. I got behind him and they guys were…crying. Nice way to live your last day. Like a little bitch. "So then my guys got something wrong? DO we have the wrong brothers?" One looked down, defeated and without warning or any hesitation, Carlos kicked under his chin, hard, making his head fly back and then his whole body fell to the ground, He screamed out and his brother tried getting up. Logan looked at me from the corner of his eyes and I sighed. I walked over to the guy quick and grabbed him by his throat, picking him up and holding him against the wall. "See from what I heard…you two have come on my property, my territory and taken things that don't belong to you." I squeezed around his throat and he gasped out squeezed his eyes shut tight. "I also heard…and this really upsets me…that Carlos's poor sweet little sister was raped. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" I turned quick seeing Carlos kicking the guy in the face again, this time, blood coming out, and I even saw a tooth fly out. Now I understood. No one told me Anna was raped. This seemed to only anger me more.

"You feel like a big man forcing women into doing things?" I said it through gritted teeth and he opened his eyes.

"Fuck…you…" I smiled and quickly tossed him on the ground. His head smacked into the concrete and instantly drew blood. I looked at Logan and he was slowly taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Logan…" He turned to me and nodded. He knew what I was trying to do. He reached behind his back and pulled out a gun. He walked over to me and I took it from him, not even thinking twice. I cocked it and raised it to the guy's head. He shook his head and started sobbing.

"Please…" Logan laughed and I watched Carlos straddle the guys bloody body on the ground, and hit his face over and over with his fists.

"You really want to be remember by begging?" Logan gave a hard swift kick to the guys gut and threw his cigarette down on his face. I could hear the burn when it hit his face and he yelled out. "Go ahead Kendall. I don't want to be here all night." I sighed and again raised the gun to his head. He shut his eyes and as I put my finger on the trigger I heard and saw something form the corner of my eye.

I don't know why I didn't even look at what buildings we were in between. I should have checked. But I just blindly followed Carlos, being distracted once again by my hazel eyed beauty. And that was who I saw. She was coming out a side door holding a trash bag. She had dropped it, and was looking right at the gun. I froze. I was stunned. For as many times as I told myself I would never let her see me this way, this is what actually happened.

"God damn-it I didn't want any witnesses. Kendall give me the gun." I turned to him, looking in horror and he shook his head. "No…I'll finish him, you get her and make sure she stays quiet." I slowly nodded and handed him the gun. I turned back to her and started walking. Her eyes went wind and she walked back. Back into the wall. She gasped when she hit it, and quickly as I could, I roughly grabbed her arm and spun her body. I wrapped a hand over her mouth and forced her arms down by her body. She automatically started struggling. I could feel something wet hitting my hands and looked at her face seeing her eyes closed, tears pouring out. I felt horrible.

"Just be quiet." I growled in her ear. I was still in my anger, fighting mode. Her body continued to move, so I pushed it into the wall in front of us and she sobbed in my hand. I turned my head, just in time to see Logan pull the trigger. I tightened around her body when the gun shot rang through the alley way. She stopped moving, and stopped making any noise. "Don't fucking move." Again I was being angry still. I didn't want to, and I knew I was scaring her. Something I never wanted to do in my life.

"Carlos get off him." I watched Carlos get off, his torso and face covered in blood, and Logan quickly shot him in the head, just like his brother. He put the safety back on and slipped it back in the back of his jeans. "Kendall…bring her over." I looked back at the side of her face and she was ghostly white. I turned our bodies and pushed her over to Logan and Carlos. Carlos's eyes grew when he saw her and I swallowed hard.

"It's bakery girl." Logan looked quick between me and Carlos and smiled.

"Interesting…"

"Logan…" I knew what was going to happen. He didn't like witnesses, because they talked. And what he did to these witnesses wasn't nice…and I couldn't let that happen to her. But he put his hand up and for some reason I tightened around her more.

"I'm putting it in your hands." I scrunched my eyebrows and he looked down at her. "Obviously…she is the girl and if you want to trust her, and let her go, you must make sure she doesn't say a word. If she does…" He stopped and we locked eyes. I knew exactly what would happen if she said anything. "Or we could skip all that and just get to actually…doing it. Your call." This was an easy decision.

"Let's just let her go." Logan nodded but to my horror he still pulled out his pocket knife. "Logan!" He walked to her and swatted my hand off her waist. The one that had been holding her hands down at her sides. Her hands quickly grabbed my strong arm still on her mouth. She tried pulling it off, but I saw the blade dance in the street light and I gripped her tighter. She was going to be screaming.

"We'll let you go this time girly." He roughly grabbed her wrist and made her hand face up. He placed the tip of the blade on her palm and forced her to look at him. "But…if you let one word slip at what you saw tonight…" He pushed the blade into her hand and she pushed into my body, sobbing into my hand. He pushed the blade into one single line in her palm, turned it and then made one more line. "You will regret it." He let go of her hand and wiped the blood on the blade on her apron around her waist. "Get that covered quick. Don't want it to get infected." He put the blade back in his front pocket and turned to the two big goons. "Clean up the bodies and dump them somewhere, where no one can find them." They both nodded and quickly went to work. I looked down at her hand still facing up and saw the L trickling blood out her hand. "Take care of her Kendall. Get her home safely. Let's go see your sister Carlos." I watched all four people quickly get into the designated cars, the goons throwing the dead bodies into the back of the SUV, and everyone drove off.

I quickly pushed her into a wall, and let go of her mouth.

"Please…leave me alone." She was sobbing with her head back eyes closed and I felt weak knowing I had something to do with this. I gently grabbed her wrist and pulled a bandana out of my back pocket. I gently wrapped it around the cut and she hissed out. "Please…leave me alone." I looked at her face as I tied the wound up.

"Where do you live?" She slowly opened her eyes, and her brilliant hazel eyes glistened with tears that were my fault. "Look you can either tell me, or I can find out myself." She turned her head and I sighed. I quickly dug my hands through her pockets, trying to find a wallet, with an ID and an address.

"My brother…" I looked up quick and she had her eyes closed again. "He's picking me up…" I groaned and shook my head. "He's going to find out…what he did to me…" I looked at her and felt happy. And proud. She was trying to threaten me. It was cute. "And when he does…he'll kill him." I laughed and grabbed her upper arm dragging her to the other side of the alley. I pushed her face first into the wall and she gasped out.

"Don't make threats you can't keep." I twisted her arm behind her back and she gasped out again, but didn't cry. "You know damn well if you say one god damn word to anyone…especially your brother it won't end well for you and it won't end well for him." I pushed hard into her and she turned her head away from me. "If we hear you slipped up…you'll be seeing us again…and it won't be pretty." I let go of her body, turned and quickly walked into the darkness of the alley.