Mr. Grey actually drove me home at the end of the day. He was really apologetic about earlier; he didn't come back to me for a while at the café. I didn't say a word about it; he mentioned something about a personal story back at the police station. It all was starting to add up- the lack of brunettes in his office, his hatred of gang violence towards women, his love of the color pink…. his reluctance to talk about it. Yeah, I knew that something traumatic must have happened in his past; something with a girl he loved or at least cared for. Once I understood that, I knew not to bring it up again. I didn't want to open old wounds…. My hand ran over my stomach sadly; I knew what that felt like.
I decided that since I had some free time tonight, I thought I might do some laundry. Putting on a Youtube video for background noise, I dumped a pile of freshly-washed clothes all over on my bed. While I was busy folding and sorting, my personal pink phone vibrated. A smile rolled across of my face to see a message from Paul. [You better have your taser with you] Awe, this wonderful, stoic man. I simply adored him. [Yes; don't worry, Paul. I won't break my promise] [You better not] With another grin, I shut off my phone and tossed back onto my bed. He's lovely in his own way; protective but endearing.
I perked up at my phone vibrating again. Only… it took me a second to realize it wasn't my personal phone. Hesitantly my eyes peeked over my shoulder to the burner phone on my desk. It was one vibration- a message. I put down the current t-shirt I was folding to check it. It was from an unknown number, obviously. My eyes grew in utter horror as I read. [What did you say to Jack?] Jack? Wait… oh, mother ducker!
Within the blink of an eye, I dropped my phone on the ground, grabbed my coat, and put in on as I ran out of my building. This was bad- very bad! No! That's not what the guys called me about earlier, is it? Ugh! Why?! No; this can't be happening! It took me about ten minutes to reach the vague, in-between territory of the Dollars and Yellow Scarves; this is where most fights usually took place. At first, I didn't see anything; I seemed to be alone in the area, until….
"I knew you'd come." My feet spun right around to see an informant. I don't remember his name, but he was pretty infamous in the underground world; Daddy had worked with him several times. "Y-you texted me?" He definitely wasn't a Dollar, so how did he get my number? That's some informant. He was wearing a dark hoodie with a white interior hood; his jeans were also dark. I immediately noticed the switchblade in his right pocket.
"Don't look so scared, princess. I'm not going to hurt you," my hand rose nervously up to my chest when he took a step forward. He wore a knowing smirk and kept his hands buried in his hoodie's pockets. This asshole, I frowned; he'd knew I come too. That's why he texted me; I thought it was a Dollar who found a Yellow Scarf spy. "W-why you'd text me?" "You know why. You had the pleasure of meeting a mutual acquaintance of ours." "I don't know him; we talked once. That's it." "Well, darling; it looks like you were the last one who did." Oh fock; he's gone underground, hasn't he? No wonder he was hiding out at our place.
My foot instinctively stepped backwards. "You're working for Yellow Scarves, aren't you?" "I have no loyalties, if that's what you're afraid of. But yes; I have clients who are looking for the dick. And you're gonna help me." Yeah, I don't think so; it won't be long now. We both knew time was running out. In fact, reinforcements should be coming in three, two, one….
"Well, well; what's up, Black?" Oh, thank god. We turned simultaneously turned to see a mob bodyguard emerging from the shadows. I think he was a mercenary; not a Dollar, but not an enemy either. He didn't even acknowledge my existence. The informant, Black I guess, rolled his eyes annoyed. "What are you doing here? Last I heard, you were working for Antonio over by the west gate." "Ha, I quit that job ages ago. And didn't I tell you not to set foot in Stix's again?"
"Oh, leave me alone. I've got a gig to do." "Yeah, well you're not doing it here. Get lost, Black; before I beat the shit out of you." Oh, classy; well, this was my que to get the heck out of dodge. But before I could take my first step, a bunch of mobsters ran from behind the corner. One of the suddenly pointed at the informant. "There! That's the guys!" I practically rolled my eyes as we- or rather they- were suddenly surrounded. "No punk-ass bitch goes making fools out of us." "You don't go fraying around with the Dollars."
Welp! Now I know what they were calling about; someone was caught infiltrating our base. While neither the informant nor bodyguard were paying any attention to me now, the gang instantly became aware of my presence. "Hey, it's the princess!" "What are you doing out here?! It's late!" Oh fantastic; and here I was wanting to avoid conflict. I sighed and rubbed my eyes exasperated. "That guy texted me on the burner phone. He lured me out here," I wasted no time pointing at the now furious-looking informant. "You bitch…."
"You did what?!" One Dollar yelled. "Oh, I don't think you know who she is," another- codename Switchblade- growled. "Does the boss know about this?" "No, I ran here after he texted me," I sighed. This was going to get ugly- fast. "Get 'em!" The first Dollar shouted. What proceeded was lots of fighting, smacking, cursing, and yelling. I tried to get away but of course, the noise had to attract even more visitors. Pretty soon a small group of Yellow Scarves found us; it became Dollars vs. Yellow Scarves and informant vs. body guard. All the while, I did my best to stay out of everyone's way. No one paid me any attention by now, but it was still a struggle avoiding the violent sea of male bodies. Now I wish I brought one of my phones; that would have been really useful at the moment. But here I was, once again phoneless and in the middle of a gang scrap. And I thought I'd be here until the end of it until….