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You're Awful, I Love You

Chapter 4: Odd

Ally POV

"You showed," Carlos let a small smile appear on him lips.

"Didn't think I would stand you up, did I?" I got in his car. "I'm not that type of girl."

"I didn't say that," He replied starting the car.

"Soon, I'm guessing you have the typical dinner and a movie plan?"

"I didn't say that either," He grinned at me.

"I have an idea…"


"You know we didn't have to do the 'sit on a rooftop and chill idea' I had earlier." Carlos joked as we approached a large almost abandoned, old apartment building.

"I know…but this way, we'll have a smaller risk of someone seeing us and plus…we're in a fucking gang, we don't exactly fit in to normal…" I pulled down on the ladder on the side of the building and began to climb. "C'mon. Just wait till you see the view!" We got to the top; the sky was beginning to darken. A few stars could be seen and the moon was coming out. The lights from the Ultor buildings light up the city.

"I think I might like this…" Carlos followed me to the ledge. "Why did you join the Saints?" He suddenly asked.

"A large part of it was Johnny; he taught me how to defend myself and believe it or not the whole 'gang' thing looked pretty…glamorous to me…" I laughed then. "The rush of adrenaline, the danger, the reward. I was just drawn to it…" I turned to him. "Why'd you do it?"

"My brother Luis was in the Saints before the boat blew up. I was in a couple small gangs as a teen. Mostly, high school bullshit…I always wanted to be a part of the Saints but, Luis was killed shortly before the Saints disbanded and I got sent to prison for a drug bust."

"Guess we both just got that 'gang gene,' life's a fucking riot," I shrugged. "Hey, you know something? I've never seen your hair…" I snatched his purple beanie off his head revealing his short, somewhat shaggy black hair. "Come and get it Lieutenant!"

"I see how it is…" He grabbed for the hat. I turned to run but he grabbed me around the waist and brought me to the ground. I struggled trying to keep the hat away from him. Then he kissed me hard, my body shook as it totally caught me off guard. I felt him pulled the hat out of my hand and break the kiss.

"No…fair…" I steadied my breathing.

"I guess we're even." He grinned, and leaned back in to kiss me again. This time I responded back, ignoring the cold ground. He broke the kiss and rolled onto his back next to me.

"It's weird…" I looked at the sky.

"Hmmm…?"

"The odd feeling of peace here…I'm not used to it…" I replied.

"Yeah, it's fucking weird." His accented voice agreed.

"Not sure if I like it…" I joked slightly.

"You're not the romantic damsel in distress type," He chuckled.

"Yeah…you won't hear me asking for help…ever." I sat up suddenly. "We should get going…"

"Scared?" He teased.

"No…" I stood up. "We can't fuck around all night." I shrugged.

"Sure…" He got up then. "Soon you won't be able to resist, Ally."

"Let's go," We went down the ladder and he led me back to his car. I gave him directions to my apartment and he took me home.

"So…"

"So…thanks Carlos…for today…"

"You ever want more of that 'odd peaceful' feeling, call me."

"Yeah…" I started to get out of the car but I stopped suddenly and kissed him quickly. "Revenge…" I smirked and got out.

"Don't play like that Ally," He grinned.

"Goodbye, Carlos…" I winked and left.


Days Later

Shouts filled the hideout as new members were "swore in," meaning they fought fight club style till they were deemed worthy. "You! Your next." Johnny pointed to a man and another fight started. I shook my head, chuckling at my brother. Carlos passed me while in a conversation with The Boss. He nodded to me and turned away, a little excitement filled me and my lips tingled. "What's on your mind?" Johnny plopped down next to me on the couch.

"Watching you mess with rookies," I grinned over at him.

"Work is never done," He adjusted his sunglasses. "This place is starting to like a fucking gang hideout now…needs a name though…Purgatory…" He looked at me for approval.

"Purgatory? Hmm, not bad," I crossed my arms, lying back on the couch.

"You up for a small Ronin take-down today?"

"Always," I patted the large gun holster on my waist, "what's up?"

"Well, the Ronin are setting up for some sort of fucking deal near the Amberbrook Museum Pier. We're gunna take them out and destroy their boats. Be outside in 5." He got up and walked off. I quickly got up, went upstairs; Pierce was already waiting with a car.

"Hey Pierce," I got in the car. "What's with the classical music?" I asked immediately.

"Hey! This is real fucking gang music." He defended. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever you say," I chuckled. The Boss and Johnny joined us soon after. The ride over was quick and Johnny gave us sniper rifles from the trunk. The ruins outside the museum were covered in Ronin guards.

"I want you and Pierce to handle the Ronin guard; Gat and I will take out the boats." The Boss spoke. I nodded and we all split up. I found a spot away from the Ronin, took aim through the scope, and began firing. They all drew their weapons, alarmed. I could see Pierce shooting at them from a distance too. My hair whipped around my face as I moved around targeting them. Pain entered my left arm then.

"Shit!" I yelled, struggling to shoot the rest of them. Ignoring the pain in my arm I lifted my gun to take out more guards. "Motherfuckers!" I shoot the last one. I looked down at the blood gushing from my left arm. Johnny's gunna be pissed…


"FUCK!" I yelled as Johnny began to dig out the bullet. We were back at the, almost empty, Purgatory. Pierce and Shaundi had left. The Boss, Carlos, Johnny and a couple Saints remained still. Carlos was at my side with wrappings and The Boss was ordering some Saints around.

"Didn't I tell you weeks ago to not get your ass shot?" He seethed.

"Sorry to disappoint…" I felt him find the bullet and pull at it. "OW, FUCK!" I tensed and grabbed Carlos's wrist, in pain. I felt him jump a little under my grasp.

"Got it, little fucking bastard," Johnny dropped the bullet and cleaned the wound.

"Could've been worse…"

"Don't…," He cut me off right away. I looked down at the floor, in shame. "Carlos, bandage her up," Johnny walked away then and I stayed quiet.

"I thought I was the only one doing that 'look down' thing," He spoke putting some gauze over the wound. My head shot up then. "How're you feeling," He asked cautiously.

"Just tired," I replied, ignoring the dull ache in my arm.

"He'll forgive you," Carlos stated, the accent I loved lacing his voice.

"I know," I sighed.

"He just cares too damn much about you to let anything happen," Carlos explained and finished wrapping my arm.

"Thanks…," I rubbed my arm.

"No problem. Be…careful," I saw him glance down at my lips before turning to leave. And I thought life was complicated before.

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