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It went on like this, God I was sobbing.

It was like all the emotions I had bottled up,  which by the way I'm a expert at, were just flowing out.

A feeling of satisfaction came over me, it felt good to just cry sometimes. Let it all out. I'm sure you've felt that.

But, another part of myself was screaming at me for being so damn weak. I needed to suck it up. People had it worse than me. Why was I crying like a baby?

But the fear and sadness overrode that voice.

I was literarily being held captive by gang members. I was freaking worried about Harley and Case. I was pretty much being tortured. And it hadn't even been a full day.

You know what? I had a right to fucking cry.

I wish I could say I was crying all cute and petite, silent, sliding down the cheek tears. But the truth was I just wasn't.

My whole body racked with sobs as I kept my face buried in his chest. At least he couldn't see how bad I looked.

Thank God I wasn't wearing mascara. No need to look even more petty, thank you very much.

"Shhh it's ok baby...come on you don't have to stay in that little room anymore...it's ok..." he whispered.

"T-Thanks..." speaking through my tears, I decided not to be a total bitch to this guy. A rare choice for me.

"Come on beautiful." He said, lifting me up, his hands held my thighs to support me.

Wrapping my legs around his waist , I tried to control my sobbing. 

"Shhh babe." He whispered, holding me up as he walked to who knows where with me.

My breathing steadied out. The flow of tears finally slowed down. And I stopped shaking so much.

Now don't think it was over. I was still crying, but it wasn't as bad. I didn't even want to know how bad I looked.

I wasn't paying attention so I was slightly surprised as I was set on a nice bed.

Dark Eyes smiled at me and turned to a desk, he took out something from the drawer and I frowned, suddenly scared.

But it was just a box of tissues. Thank God right? He sat back by me and handed me them.

I used way more than I should have. Wiping at my eyes and mumbling apologies.

"Don't be sorry." He whispered, his voice was deep and silky, he took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles,

I pulled my hand away, nervousness setting in as I scooted away. Why am I alone in a room with a hot guy? When I'm emotionally venerable?

How do I get myself into this stuff....

Cases' P.O.V.

"No you idiot! How could I have done anything? They were literally threatening to shoot her!" I yelled at him for like the millionth time.

"Come on! Your supposed to be all trained and good at this but you can't even-"

"Shut up already! Your not helping!" I cut him off,

We were at my base, an old abandoned warehouse that my guys and I had fixed up. I had to blindfold Harley so he wouldn't know where it was...

....And because I wanted to make him mad. If your wondering, it worked.

If I didn't completely despise this guy I might want him in the EastSide. With a bit of training, he could be deadly. He had the build for it.

Looking around, I was thinking, maybe I should have brought Alex here. She might have been safer. She could have stayed on one of the beds...

I had done this a lot lately. She might have been safer.

Regret was a strong emotion. That I didn't feel of course. Big scary Gang Leaders can't have emotions. I rolled my eyes as I kept looking through files.

No. I assured myself, she would not have been safer. She would have been sleeping in a room full of horny guys.

"What are we looking for again?" Harley interrupted my thoughts.

"I've told you twice." I said annoyed. But he just kept looking at me so I sighed "were looking for the files on the WestSide."

"But why?" He didn't look up as he kept sorting through papers.

"Because it could give us possible locations. Or if we can find an ex-member they could tell us where they might be." I explained. It was such a vague hope. But it was our best shot right now.

"Why would they even tell?" He asked

I chuckled darkly. "To keep us from putting a bullet through their head."

Harley frowned deeply. "Us? I think you mean you." He said.

"Are you going to stop me?" I turned to look at him.

He shook his head "No..."

"Then yeah. Your apart of it." I told him.

He looked really upset by that. Maybe he wasn't EastSide material.

"Why do you keep files?" He asked.

I clenched my fists. I was sick of questions. "For the exact reason we're looking for them!"

He smirked. "Don't get upset now." He sounded cocky.

Glaring at the papers, I finally pulled out the one I had been looking for.

"Got it.." I mumbled, standing.

"What?" Harley looked up.

"Nothing. Keep looking." I said because I just didn't like him.

I walked over to a desk and looked over it. Their were old locations, abandoned houses and shit. I was pretty sure they wouldn't use any of those.

I took out another paper, a list of WestSide members we knew about.

A few were dead. I went ahead and crossed those out. Looking down the list, I smiled. There was our guy.

Camden Trovel. Former WestSide member. I remembered this guy, if only vaguely. He was a drug dealer. Yeah, yeah that's right, it all started to come back. He was kicked out of the Gang for always being high...I'm pretty sure anyways.

Hope he's not high when we threaten to kill him. I smiled to myself.

"Found someone."

Harley looked up. "But you said...God fuck you..." he mumbled.

I smirked. Looking over the file again. "Wait...wait he might be dead."

"Really?" He asked.

"No." I said, just to watch him get angry again.

His fists clenched and he rolled his eyes, "Just...let's go."

"We have to know where he is first dumbass." I informed like he was a child.

The main room, equipped with a punching bag, a few pool tables, a poker table, and a ping pong table, was where most of my guys hung out.

"Marcus," I called,

"Hey Woods." He replied, looking up from his game of pool.

"I need you to track someone." That made him smile,

"Who?" He asked,

I handed him the file, "Trovel."

He nodded. "Ok...yeah ok this'll be easy." He walked off with it.

"And hurry."

"Got it boss." He smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes "Don't call me that."

Harley looked really nervous. His hands in his pockets, he just looked down at his feet.

I noticed the guys looking at him, which only added to his obvious nerves.

One of the bolder guys, Trace, stepped up "Who's he?" He asked.

I glanced at Harley.

"He's that girls brother."

They all knew who I was talking about. 'That girl' was a commonly used term around here lately.

Harley kind of waved. I rolled my eyes.

"You actually care enough to look for her?" Trace chuckled. His voice mocked me.

I scowled. "Shut the hell up. It's none of your damn business." My voice was harsh and angry. The guy kind of backed up,

I mean yeah I cared about her...she was my friend...I think. Either way it was just the right thing to do.

Since when do I care about that? I thought to myself. I guess I had kind of been ignoring my reasons for helping Alex at all....She was fun to tease. And make blush. Her face would flush and her fists would clench in the most unthreatening, innocent way.

It was adorable.

"Right...sorry." He mumbled, obviously intimidated.

Good.

But something that wasn't good, was the fact that these guys though I cared. Or knew I cared. I couldn't decide which yet...

They'd see me as weak, which I wasn't. It all just pissed me off. Anyone that I cared for, or that people thought I cared for, was automatically in danger. But I guess I had gotten myself into this. It still made me want to punch something. Or someone.

Trace was just kind of looking at me,

Perfect opportunity right?

I punched him in the jaw, hard. Putting as much force as I had into it. Well maybe a bit less, I didn't want to kill him.

Impulsive I know, but I am impulsive.

Harley stumbled away from me, scared. Poor guy was probably sick of being beat up.

Trace, however, fell to the ground instantly. Unconscious.

All of the guys were looking at me nervously, which made me smile a bit.

"Does anyone else have something to say?" I called, my voice sharp.

They all shook their heads quickly. "No.." mumbled a few.

It wasn't easy to get them this dismissive, so I had to make sure to keep them in line.

Harley looked at me "why'd you do that..?" He asked quietly.

I didn't answer him. Walking to go check out on Marcus's progress,

He seemed nervous. Guess he had heard what was happening. "Any progress?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Yeah. There's your guy Woods." He pointed to the computer screen, it was opened to a map.

I nodded. "Sure that's his address?"

"Pretty positive." He fidgeted with his fingers.

Taking the computer, I zoomed in on it. "Harley write this down." I ordered, looking at the address.

Harley fumbled to find a pen, when he did he started to write the address I was telling him.

"Got it?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah." He held up the price of paper.

"Thanks Marcus." I grunted.

"Anytime.." he mumbled,

Looking at Harley, I motioned for him to move out.

He didn't get the gesture.

"Get to the car, Sky." I said annoyed.

He flinched at the use of his last name. "Don't call me that." he said sharply, bolder then I'd seen him all of today.

"And why not?"

"None of your business." He snapped.

I raised my eyebrows. Alex would hate me, more than she already did, if I hurt her brother, so I simply shrugged. "Fine. But I'm not going to call you 'Harley' I had a girlfriend named Harley." I crossed my arms.

He frowned. "Maybe I had a girlfriend named Casey." He said

I scowled. "Thank god that's not my name." God I hated that name.

He smirked "Casey."

"Shut up!" I yelled, completely losing my cool over the stupidest thing.

He just smiled. Beginning to realize I wasn't going to hit him. Before he could give me another reason to beat the shit out of him, I spoke:

"let's just go."

He shrugged, walking out to the car.

I followed, my mind thinking back to Alex.....what was she doing...being put through...right now?

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