CHAPTER FOUR

"It's this simple, I own you." David sounded smug about it, never stepping away from the wall. "Look, you fucked with me so now I'm going to fuck with you. We can do this one of two ways, but I warn you now, I won't hesitate to slit your throat if you don't comply." His eyes clearly said he wasn't joking. "And I'm not an old man, pretty young in fact. I can move quicker then you or else I wouldn't have caught your ass screwing with my ride."

"You snuck up on me jackass." Lamika snarled, trying to wiggle free again. "Would you untie me already?" She raised her head up to look at him, more then uncomfortable now. First off, she had a wedgie, secondly she was beginning to lose feeling in her arms.

"How bout no? You think I'm THAT stupid?" David laughed demonically, shaking his head back at her, rapping his forehead with his knuckles. "You must be denser than I thought." Now he sounded amused. "If you promise to be a good little bitch, I MIGHT untie you."

"You know… I WAS going to tell you what I'd found when I seen those pictures since YOU'RE obviously out of the street game but now I don't think I will." Lamika said coldly. "Go ahead and leave me here to rot… I hope you never find who killed and raped your sister. In fact, you probably won't." She smiled innocently.

"Is THAT right?" David quirked an eyebrow and started to stroke his chin in thought, laughing wickedly. "Trust me, I'm not out of the loop. I just haven't been with it as of late due to my job, but don't think for ONE second that I don't have backup."

"Not for this you don't." Lamika said quietly, staring up at the ceiling. "Leviathan isn't much more then a myth on the streets and this is an entirely new breed of soldiers. Have fun with this because you are on your own." Her tone had grown more and more grave, remembering how what she had seen in the picture the night before.

"Fine, then I have no choice but to kill you… Lamika." He smirked cruelly when her eyes widened in shock. He did say he had connections now didn't he? Like it was hard to find out her name. He sighed exasperatedly, moving to stare out the window. "You really are thick in the head, ya know that?"

Lamika wasn't ready to die yet but she knew if she didn't help him, he was crazy enough to slit her throat. If she did help him, she was going to die anyway. "Just untie my hands and let me sit up." She pleaded. "Please… let me show something, it has to do with Samantha, I promise."

"You don't seem sincere. I don't trust you Lamika." He stated dryly. "Can I trust you? Or are you going to try running off again?"

She rolled her eyes, staring at him. "How the fuck am I going to run with my legs still tied down?" Lamika demanded pointedly. "Just my arms, that's all I asked for. Unless you DON'T care to know what I do."

Sighing almost from boredom, David walked over to the bed and sliced the ropes from her arms, chuckling when she went to hit him. "Boy you are a feisty one aren't ya?" He sat down on the bed, knocking her hands away. "Hit me and I'll hit back." He promised darkly.

Deciding to ignore him for now, Lamika grabbed the stack of pictures off the nightstand and flicked through them, groaning as she reached down to rub her legs. Finally she pulled out and pointed to a semi-close shot of Samantha's thigh, half of what looked like a cattle brand was burned into her skin, the other half obscured. "See that? Know what it is?" She asked softly.

David snatched the photo from her, staring at it and running his fingertips over the spot and just shook his head. No words came from his mouth as an eerie calmness swept over him. He closed his eyes, flashbacks of the last time he seen his sister ran through his mind. His eyes slowly opened, still not speaking one word, his body posture told the story.

Lamika studied him thoughtfully before reaching behind her to tug down her sports bra, turning her body to show him the same 'cattle' brand on the middle of her back. "Do you know what it is?" She asked again softly, wanting to know if he actually knew or not, deciding to see what exactly the moron DID know before making her decision on which way she wanted to die.

"Your gang killed her?" David asked in disbelief, slowly rising to his feet. He glared down at her, tossing the pictures behind his shoulder. "You're lucky I like your fiery spirit or I'd end you right here and now Lamika. What did my sister do and what did they want with her?"

"Not MY gang! My set is ALL women! Like we're going to rape a chic!" Lamika said angrily, genuinely offended by that. "So fuck you! I don't know WHAT your sister did… I don't really care, whatever she did or maybe just because they thought she looked nice, was apparently enough! This-" She reached back to tap the brand. "Wasn't something I asked for thank you very much!"

"Then what did you do to deserve it, bitch?" David shot back venomously, ready to snap her neck in two.

Lamika shrugged, plucking at the blanket. "Wrong place, wrong time." She said quietly. "I was doing a job, scouting out a place for my set leader when one of them jerkoffs caught me. He was going to kill me so I killed him first. Before I could jet, the rest of 'em caught me. The set leader like my fiery spirit too." She laughed bitterly. "I don't know why they killed your sister… I really don't…"

"You're going to help me find out even if I have to knock your ass out repeatedly. You know these people and how they think. Who's the leader?" He demanded, trying to maintain his composure.

"I don't know who he is! I couldn't see his face!" She cried, looking frustrated. "And you might as well just kill me now because it AIN'T happening. If you were smart you'd just let it go…" She hunched over, looking like she was crying and soon had her feet free, darting off of the bed. Lamika groaned when he trapped her in a corner. "Please… I can't help you! You don't know what they do to women they DON'T kill!"

David lifted her chin, finally seeing the true fear and felt his heart grow heavy. "I give you my word, if you help me with this, I won't allow anything to happen to you. You know this group better then most I'm guessing. You're my only hope and you owe me anyway." He was speaking in an even, deadly tone of voice, but his grip on her chin was gentle. "Please, I'm asking you to help me."

"I know the group better then most because I spent a month as the group WHORE!" Lamika snapped, shoving him away. "No! I told you, they're not like normal gangs. The rest of the sets is a lot of petty bullshit, mine included, but these guys are different, more big time and sicker then shit. I don't give two screws about your car! I owe you? Fine, I'm a pretty handy mechanic and auto body tech, let me fix it."

Grabbing her by the uppers arms, David pulled her so she was facing him, breathing heavily with barely suppressed rage. "You're helping me." There was no room for argument in his tone. "They won't hurt you again, not with me by your side. You need to tell me everything you know about them Lamika. If I have too, I'll burn the entire damn city just to get them. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

Lamika kept shaking her head no, tears spilling from her blue eyes, refusing to look at him. "I don't care if you beat me, kill me, whatever…. I'm not doing it." She whispered, finally inhaling sharply and shoving him away again with a sudden outburst of strength, mainly fueled on fear.

David stumbled back a few feet before grabbing her again, this time lifting her over his shoulder and literally tossed Lamika on the bed. "You're going to help me." He snarled, shoving the pictures at her left and right, coating her with them. "Do you want this to happen to another life? DO YOU?! DO YOU WANT THOSE FUCKERS GETTING AWAY WITH THIS AGAIN?!" He bellowed.

"I DON'T CARE!" Lamika screamed, beginning to shred the pictures, flinging the pieces away from her. "I DON'T CARE! I know what they can do, the women they kill are LUCKY! You hear me? LUCKY! I'M NOT HELPING YOU!"

"Then I'll drop you off at their front door and use you as bait." David growled, smirking when her blue eyes widened with fear. "Wouldn't like to be back being their little whore again, would you, Lamika? You either help me or I'll sign your fate and make sure you become their slut for the REST OF YOUR LIFE!"

Lamika shrank back on the bed, pulling herself to the corner, snuggling between the headboard and the wall. She drew her knees up to her face and buried her head in them, wrapping her arms around her legs, her shoulders beginning to silently shake. "Fine." She murmured, not raising her head.

"Good, now tell me everything you know about them." He demanded, not caring if he hurt her or not. That wasn't his problem. What he cared about was avenging his sister's death and to get it done, he needed a background on the fuckers. The only one who knew about them the most seemed to be the girl sitting before him.