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CHAPTER 12: a Saturday meeting

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Quite frankly, I'd rather be dead than attend the meeting that's going to take Liam's gang compound. He was being a pain and Malcolm just wouldn't shut up. We were gearing up that day, guns in their places and brute force where it was needed.

My brother wore his jacket, but underneath his shirt was a protective vest to make sure he doesn't end up shot. This was an important mission. Liam was known for crazy tactics and one of them might include him starting a full-blown fight with my gang with only a few men on his side.

He simply didn't care as long as I was gone or even better, dead. Sure, he was a cunning man, but his ego alone annoyed the shit out of me. I couldn't handle another day where he thought he was so much better than everyone else.

"Boss, a phone call from Liam." Alfonso handed me the phone in which I grumbled in response. This guy better have a good reason for calling. I didn't even want to go on this sad trip anyway.

"What do you want? We're on our way now," I snapped as I could feel the chilling smile of Liam O'Connor, "I'm losing my patience with you right now so you better have a good reason to be calling me."

"Now, now, all in due time. As much as I loved toying with you at that party, it's time for the real fun. Remember, we want a deal and that deal is that you're going to leave Summer View forever and if you don't agree to that, then I'm going to have to bring in the hounds and I'm sure you wouldn't want that now, would you?" he just spoke the whole deal on the phone and I could've easily agreed not to go through with it, but here I am getting ready to fight that fucker. My anger boiled within me as my brother took the phone from me and sighed.

"If we don't reach some sort of agreement, we'll do the real talking after. Now wait for your moment, Liam because I assure you, you'll be celebrating from a grave. You and Oscar." Jaxon ended the call, slamming the phone upon the wooden desk. He too is annoyed by Liam. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole Gang was pissed off by him.

Liam went to that party purposely. He went there to target people, to spy and the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. The fact he would also target an innocent girl, taking advantage of her when she was drunk.

Brielle was okay. She seemed fine anyway and when she was finally fully drunk, we shared some pretty intense moments. We were both drunk, but I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that remembers it. It seemed to be one of the moments that I can't seem to forget.

"That fucking jerk. Just wait until I get there and I'm going to strangle that guy, trust me I will," he mumbled under his breath, grabbing hold of Jasmine and giving her some dog treats before placing her back down and walking out. She whimpered slightly and laid down on her stomach, her doe eyes twinkling. Jasmine's my pride and joy. She was my treasure, worth so much more than gold.

My dad used to love dogs. That's why there are dogs in the gang, but they were mostly used for their scent and to protect the gang compound. Little dogs like Jasmine are personal treasures. She was given as a pup to me, abandoned by her mother and every time I held her in my arms, every memory of when I nurtured her as a puppy comes flooding back to me.

"Don't worry, Jas, we'll be right back," I told her and she stuck her little tongue out before covering her face with her paw.

With that, I headed out with my jacket in one hand and my gun in the other. I never picked a life of crime, but it sure is a satisfying life for me. Maybe it's just because I'm used to it, but all I can say is that I'd be very bored if I wasn't living like this.

As I headed into the main dining hall, some of the gang members were there, including my uncle and aunt. He pulled her closer to him as she kissed him deeper. God, disgusting. My aunt Kiara was all for public PDA. She didn't care if it were in front of other people or a bunch of toddlers. As long as she was satisfied then it was fine by her.

"Woah, it's like watching their honeymoon happen right in front of us," my brother retorted as Alfonso just glared at him, giving her one last kiss as she headed out, her gaze lingering on her husband for a bit longer.

"Isn't every day like their honeymoon to us?" Darren popped up out of nowhere and smirked as he took another chug of the alcohol he was drinking.

"Boys, settle down, we have work to do. Make sure everything's ready otherwise we may not come back here alive." my uncle turned to talk to someone else whilst waving his hand at us dismissively. When it came to this kind of thing, he was usually more worried because we were young and we were reckless so he really didn't want the death of one us to pile onto his shoulders.

"Don't be so dramatic, uncle. Aren't we always the ones who win at everything?" Jaxon said with a chuckle as Darren fist-bumped the air, his voice booming through the spacious room.

"Shut up, boy and go fetch the hounds with your brother," my uncle retorted, glaring at us as we headed out in cheers to get the dogs.

When we arrived, I slammed in the code and a few noises were released before the doors opened. It was quite dark in the kennels, but that was because the sun was shining against the back wall, which didn't have any windows on it.

"Alright, let's see. Dogs 20 to 25 were sent back earlier this morning from night guard duty and 5 to 15 are out now with Kiara," I spoke as my brother ran his hand on the metal cages, checking each cage as he went past.

"We're going to need the hunting hounds for today." as the words came out, Jaxon's smirk widened and his gaze held a twinkle in them before he says, "do you mean what I think you mean, big bro?"

I nodded, joining him with a smirk of my own, my eyes twinkling with mischief as I rubbed my hands together. My eyes soon headed to one of the private rooms, labelled:

AUTHORISED PERSONNEL ONLY.

"Oh yes, get out numbers 100 to 107."

That was all he needed as he headed to the door and typed in a code, unlocking the door and heading in, howls and growls immediately being heard. I soon joined him as I flipped the light switch on and saw three of the dogs still asleep.

Dogs number 100 to 107 were the most notorious and dangerous dogs in my gang. They responded to gang members' orders only and were known for their sharp senses. We had breeds ranging from Bloodhounds to Chesapeake Bay Terriers and to Redbone Coonhounds and American Foxhounds. They weren't violent when it came to us, but when they had to protect something that belongs to us, they get aggressive. It also happens when the gang gets angry at something.

Baxter was the leader and stood as Dog 100, our most dangerous dog. He's a big brute of a dog and all the others bow down to him. In a sense, he's like me, the king.

"Come on boys and girls, out we come. Time to hunt some fresh meat," Jaxon exclaimed as all the dogs howled at that. Jaxon opened each cage and placed leads on all the dogs. Whilst I took four, Jaxon took three and we headed out to the where the cars and motorbikes were and Alfonso finished his cigarette before dumping it on the ground and stepping on it.

"Were the hunting dogs really necessary?" Alfonso spoke, his arms crossed as he stared down at them. Baxter wasn't with the bunch and instead played with Jasmine across the yard, her little yaps echoing across the yard.

"There's a thing called being prepared. Do you want us to die?" I retorted and he only rolls his eyes and sighs, "is everything ready?"

"I think so. Everyone's here so we might as well get going."

"God, this is such a waste of time. We should be focussing on important matters," Malcolm spoke as he placed the helmet over his head.

"If you don't shut up, you'll end up like how Liam will later," I snapped as he shut his mouth immediately. Messing with another gang member was something, but messing with the leader was another. Even if you weren't in the gang, you'd still do as I said, no exceptions, "right, let's get out of here."

When we arrived at Oscar's gang compound, the sun had been completely hidden. It was dark and it was quiet, too quiet. Their steel gates opened and we headed through. The dogs growled teeth bared as we rode through to the former school where Oscar had chosen to keep his gang.

The school was Brentwood High's former building before a lot of crime started happening in the school. Students went missing, some were murdered on school grounds and some others were never found. The last straw was when a science experiment went wrong one afternoon and set half of the school on fire. Since then, the building had been too damaged for repairs so it had been abandoned instead.

It would seem that Oscar had made it his home, building it up again to a luxurious mansion where he and his gang would live, plotting evil plans to take things from me, which sound really petty when I say it like that.

When we parked in their driveway, Oscar and Liam stood there in neatly fresh suits, smirks on their faces and all I can say is that they look just like each other that it's actually so creepy. I grabbed a hold of Baxter's leash and pulled him along with me.

I say pull...

...but he was actually pulling me, snarling as he tried to rush to both Liam and Oscar.

"Bax, down," I said lowly as we approached the pair. Something settled in my stomach. It was a feeling that had me nearly fall over fainting. I've never had a feeling like this before, but something bad was going to happen and I knew it.

"Nice to see you have so much trust in us. If only your hounds weren't so weak enough as to end up skinned alive by my lot," Oscar spoke as he pointed over to his bunch of dogs, most of them black or grey as they stood there silent, eyes piercing at us.

"I wouldn't underestimate Baxter. He can easily kill you with one bite to the neck." my voice was low and dangerous as Liam moved in front of his father, his glare hardening as his jaw clenched.

"For fuck's sake, get out of Summer View! It ain't your's to keep, asshole!" Liam shouted as my arm jerked forward slightly due to Baxter.

"Now, now, son. Patience is a virtue. Mr Bowers, how about we head inside to talk about a...negotiation." it was obvious this could be a trap, singling us out by trapping us inside a building, but I wanted all of this to be over so I can go home and never even have to think about him.

We followed him inside the dark mansion. This place looks like hell, to be honest. It was covered in cobwebs and there were barely any lights in the place. We walked through the familiar corridors that all students once walked through, my old locker catching my attention. There was some black soot left on it as well as the familiar sight of blue paint. Alfonso was busy observing the place, two of the dogs trailing in front of him as they panted excitedly. I headed over to the lockers, tracing my hand over mine and seeing the soot sticking to my fingers. This school still reminds me of hell. Well, any school with the name Brentwood in it pretty much is hell, to be honest.

Soon, we came to a stop in the old headmaster's office. Ah, the memories of when I used to get my ass dragged here came rushing back to me in a hurry. A small smirk appeared on my face as we entered the office. The room had been cleared and it seemed the furniture was replaced.

"So, let's get down to business. How much are you willing to take for your place in Summer View?" shock filled me as I looked back at my uncle and brother. Is he taking the fucking mick? Alfonso furrowed his eyebrows together in concern as my brother shrugged. He can't be serious. Don't make me laugh.

"Maybe I should remind you who I am. My gang got here before yours and nothing is going to get us to leave, no matter how much money or guns you give us. Why don't you quit this cowardly act and act like a man for once?" I snapped and Oscar just closed his eyes before sighing. His son went to his side and stood there proudly. His father's a violent drug addict so what the fuck does he have to be proud of?

"You must understand, boy that it really doesn't matter who got here first. It's who shows half as much passion to help rule and it's clear that you're too young and naive to run this place," he spoke, his voice threateningly quiet, "you're a kid. You don't care about the safety of this town or about your gang. The fun and adventure. That's all you're into. What kind of lowlife have your parents raised?"

"Shut up!" I turned in shock to my brother, whose hands were formed into fists and clenched so hard his hands were turning white. He wore an icy yet murderous glare. Baxter seemed to catch on and barked once before I pulled on his leash slightly to quieten him down, "don't you dare talk about my parents as if you knew them! I never knew you'd stoop to a level so low that you have to bring our families into this. Why don't you focus on the task at hand instead of talking as if you know everything?"

Liam and Oscar shared a look before continuing. It wasn't unusual for my brother to snap whenever our parents were mentioned in conversation by someone whose guts he hated, but it surprised everyone and anyone around. He cared about family and it always came first. It was our job, our priority to protect them no matter what.

"Right, let's continue then. What exactly do you have in mind?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I rolled my eyes before speaking.

"I don't care as long as that dipshit stops causing trouble in the town. People are actually starting to lock their doors and windows at night now and Summer View's the safest town in the city." I pointed over at Liam, "not to mention that this guy deliberately went to a party to get into our heads."

Liam's smirk disappeared as he looked down at his father. Oscar raised an eyebrow in confusion at his son and something tells me he didn't know of what his son did, but he wasn't going to snap at him in front of us. They both shared a knowing look before they both nodded.

"I assure you, Mr Bowers, my son has done nothing wrong. He went to that party because he had friends there. Surely, you'd understand that my son is a sociable guy with a lot of friends." such bullshit. People would think I was crazy, but he knew that was where we would be and he targeted us there and even put Brielle in danger.

"Yeah, sure and has he told you how he tried to rape a girl at that party? He put an innocent girl, who has no connections to the Bowers' Gang whatsoever, in danger that night! I don't know about you, but that seems very fucked up to me!" I shouted, slamming my hands on the table as Baxter growled in anger. Soon, the other dogs joined and it took everything in Oscar's strength to shut them up. After he gave up, he brought his son to the side and spoke to him in sharp whispers. Liam nodded every few seconds.

Oscar seemed unfazed about the whole situation as he guided his son towards us, his hand on his shoulder. Both the men were so similar to each other from the way they stood to the way they smirked. God, it's sickening.

"Look, whatever my son did, it must've been some sort of misunderstanding. Aside from that, though, we have to depart. We have supplies that we need to collect, but if we don't reach some sort of agreement soon, well, let's just say you'll need to watch your backs a lot more. If you can't take matters into your own hands, we'll make a decision that you'll have to stick by, whether it's public humiliation or death by torture so make it snappy. Liam, show them out." Oscar's voice was threateningly quiet and his son only grinned evilly before walking out of the room, waiting at the door for us. We all walked out one by one and we all glared stabbing daggers at him.

"You know, my father won't hesitate to kill you and as much as I hate your absolute guts, you need to think of a plan because he won't be satisfied with just killing you," Liam sneered as I gritted my teeth, staring at the back of his head. He sure has guts that none of us are going to kill him right here right now.

"Well, look who's finally grown into a man instead of following daddy dearest's orders? I don't care what you think, but the fact your father defended your honour after harassing Brielle makes me sick," I snapped and he only chuckled before turning his head slightly, a small sight of a smirk playing at his lips.

"You need to understand that every person who you've had a connection with, whether they were old friends or innocent girls like Brielle, aren't safe around you anymore. They're chances of getting hurt are more likely and how was I supposed to know she was your girl?"

"She isn't my girl, but I won't accept you kissing or touching a girl if she doesn't want to be touched. Haven't you ever heard of consent?" he only released a chuckle once again and spun around to meet our faces. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"All I can say is that you certainly have grow possessive of a woman who doesn't even belong to you. Brielle's an easy target, Owen and I wouldn't be surprised if she wanted me instead of your fucked up self. Not to mention that she's rather easy to get so I would watch your back as well as that girl of your's." everything he said stayed in my mind. The fact she was 'easy' and now that I've ended up in random situations with her, she's now vulnerable. She could get hurt at any moment.

The anger and panic in me rose by the second. A plan. We needed a plan and soon because he never specified how quick we have to come up with a plan. I growled in anger before off out of the property, my pace quick. Does that fucking jackass think he can take the town I've protected away from me like nothing? I've fought my way to the top, defended the town countless times and made sure I put the gang and the town first before myself. The scars that covered my body were due to the hard work and pain I've put into running this place.

I wasn't just about to let some random guy, who's sat on his ass the whole day doing nothing run this place.

I can't.

I just can't let my parents down.

Not after everything.

END OF CHAPTER 12

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