FANG POV

I blinked couple of times, staring dumbly at my old friend COLT 45. I never thought that a day would come when I'd be facing his other side. The girl sure took me by surprise. I smirked to myself. Obviously, you can never be sure of anything. Max narrowed her eyebrows in confusion at my reaction and repeated herself, this time louder and more emotive. I could see the whole situation wasn't easy for her. She didn't look like someone with much experience when it comes to killing. She looked innocent and yet, she was just threatening my life. I bit my lower lip, analyzing quickly the situation. She was holding the gun, my gun and pointing it at me. I was injured, lying defenseless in her bed. She was asking the questions and I was supposed to answer. But well, I never do what I am supposed to.

"I don't know what you're expecting me to say" I asserted, shrugging my shoulders and blowing out my lower lip. I decided to play dumb and see how far was she willing to go. It was a dangerous game, but I had never been one to back down when risk came in.

Max gave a snort and took a step closer to me.

"Come on, good boys don't go around jumping into foreigners' cars and threatening them. Sure, I helped you and saved your ass but I want to know who I am dealing with." she rattled on, gesticulating with her free hand. She sounded furious or at least tried to, since her voice trembled and broke at the end. " What if you're some really dangerous man? What if you deserve to be imprisoned? What if someone will die in the future because I didn't hand you over to the police?" she stopped leaving her words hang in the air and slowly shook her head. I observed her cautiously as she almost carelessly twisted my COLT around in her hand. Then she shook her head and sighing loudly turned around and placed the gun back on the desk. " Just tell me the truth..." she barely whispered as she leaned on the desk, her back facing me. I stayed silent, trying to gather my thought and make some intelligent sentence, but my brain wasn't cooperating. I just stared at the girl, her beautiful shiny hair eddying down her back to her waist. For a moment I wished I could just tell her the truth, the story of my life, but I knew it was too dark and too complicated for her to understand. She would hand me over to the police in a second. And it wouldn't take long for someone from the gang to find me there and kill me. "Another member of Death Angels had committed suicide in the cell" would read the news headlines the next day. But if not the truth was could I really tell her?

"Can I really help you?" she finally said softly as she slowly turned around to face me. She approached me and sat on the bed next to me. She reached her hand out and gently brushed my hair of the face. Her chocolate brown eyes looked at me, being so open that I could feel as I was able to penetrate her soul.

"No" I mumbled back, averting my gave from her, but she grabbed my chin and pulled me up to look back at her.

"Are you a dangerous person?" she asked, narrowing her eyebrows, her voice full of concern. I didn't look away this time and nodded my head observing her reaction. She bit down on her lower lip and gulped silently.

"Should I be afraid of you?" She managed to whisper, dropping her hand letting it fall loosely by her side.

"No" I answered almost too quickly and irritated at myself clenched tightly my teeth. Good job Fang. You just lied to her. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side. Of course she should be afraid of me. I was a gangster. A drug dealer. A thief. A murderer. A lair. Why did I say no? Was I too afraid of her reaction? I acted on an impulse, didn't think it thoroughly.

"You won't explain me anything, will you?" Max asked again and I just shook my head. She sighed and stood up from my bed. I could hear her soft steps on the floor as she walked away.

"Your wound should heal in a week. I want you to leave after. I am young, have the whole life and career in front of me. I don't want you to ruin it." She said as she reached the door. Her tone was much different than before, much more harsh, more closed off. It almost made me wince. And it sure did irritate me.

"What's wrong with you, woman?! You're so fucking messed up! First talking shit about being my 'guardian angel', then feeding me just to threaten me with my own gun! Next you put on a show pretending to care about me and when you're done you tell me to fucking disappear from your life?!" I was shouting at this point, for the first time letting all my emotions hang out lose. The mask I had worn for my whole life somehow shattered leaving me completely defenseless and open. Her expression was shocked as she didn't expect my sudden outburst. She opened her mouth to say something, but I didn't let her. "I am a messed-up person! My life is a complete disaster and everyone that surrounds me a complete idiot! I know I am rotten to my guts, but hell, I have feelings, you know! I don't know you, I don't know who the fuck you are and you know shit about me! But, fuck, somehow we stumbled upon each other! And I know this is stupid, but for the first time in my whole life I felt that someone might give a damn about me. You acted like a mother to me! Sure, for one day only, but I don't know. It was nice! And then Iggy appeared and started to fuck everything up and then you acted like this and now I am acting not like me anymore and I-"

"Shhhh..." She wrapped her arms around me and brought me close to her chest, comfortingly stroking my hair. I didn't realize when she got so close to me, but at the moment it didn't matter. I felt like a small lost boy, the same I had been when my parents left me. I felt so completely lost and sad and in despair. To my horror I felt warm tears streak down my cheeks. I bit down on my trembling lips and tried to hold back my tears, but Max just shook her head.

"It's ok to let it out... " she whispered softly and burst into sobs. I couldn't control my body as it acted on it's own. I cried for the first time from my childhood. It felt so good to finally release all the emotions. I don't know even when I started to talk and tell Max the whole story of my life. I started from my parents leaving me and enrolling into the gang. I finally told her my name, both the real one and the nick name. I explained how I got this one in my first fight as I left my opponent completely toothless. I spilled all the secrets, the name of my boss, of my partners, my friends...

"Dylan's the Boss's son. The best of us all, undefeated just like his father. Being older than me he always took care of me and taught me how to fight, how to kill. I always admired him, wanted to be just as 'cool' and dangerous... But that was until I saw him killing with cold blood an innocent, young girl." I stopped to take a deep breath as the flashback of that day displayed in my mind.

"I- I saw her blue eyes full of tears slowly turn backwards as he took her life away." I shut my eyes close, remembering every detail of her death. "I couldn't understand why he did it! She was only a kid, not someone dangerous, not someone that was our enemy! But Dylan explained me that she was a scumbag's who didn't pay us back the debt daughter... That event made something crack in me. I finally understood how wrong was everything that we had been doing. I wanted to leave the gang. At first I tried to talk to Dylan, explain myself, hoping for his understanding but he just laughed at me and told me to quit acting so stupid. He told me there was no way out. Therefor I decided to escape. I was on a run for two months, but they found me."

My eyes snapped open and I looked at Max. She was listening to me in silence, absorbing every information I gave her.

"The Boss was ready to kill me but Dylan begged him not to do it. He promised to take care of me himself..."

I turned my head to the left and brushed my hair up. The scar that Dylan burned on my neck that day was still hurting me. It was the sign of Death Angels. Max gasped at the view and gently ran her fingers across it. I reached my hand out and grabbed hers in order to hold it.

"I didn't try to run away again after this day. I followed all the commands, but I could sense that I was treated by everyone differently. Even Dylan stopped trusting me as much as before... On the day we met, Dylan sent me on another mission. I was supposed to sell some drugs, but the main goal was to get the important information. It happened to be a stake out and I had no other choice but to escape. Luckily there was a certain car on the street that night I could jump into" I smiled at Max and she blushed slightly at the memory of that day. "if only Iggy agreed to join me back this day, none of this would ever happen. I wouldn't be injured and-"

"Wait, what?!" Max interrupted me suddenly and I raised my eyebrow at her. "Did you just say Iggy?" she inquired and I froze.

Oh, shit.

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