Choices and Consequences

(Kaz POV)

"Tommy, we've been holed up in this gas station for three days," I began, my voice echoing in the quiet room. "We've been living like rats, sneaking out at night to scrounge for food. It has always been dame we send out, and she's running out of places to look."

Tommy nodded, his face grim. "I know, boss. We're running low on cash too. We've been living off our savings, but we can't keep this up much longer."

I could see the worry in his eyes. We were in a tight spot, and we both knew it. "We can't afford to get caught, Tommy," I said, my voice firm. "We need a plan."

Just then, a soft voice piped up from the corner. It was the dame. "I... I have a lot of money in my account," she stammered. "We could use it..."

I cut her off with a glare. "This is a man's," I snapped. "Stay out of it."

"But I can help," she insisted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tommy turned to her, his expression softening. "Keep your money, dear," he said gently. Then he turned back to me. "We need to get out of here, boss. Now."

I nodded, my mind racing. "You're right, Tommy. We need a plan. But what's the plan, bruh?"

Tommy's eyes lit up as he shared his plan. "I wish I had my PC with me," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "We could set up this llCe right here in this gas station. Do some scamming, make some money. We won't even feel the pinch until the heat from the po-po dies down."

I considered his words, my mind racing. It was risky, but it could work. "Yeah," I agreed, nodding slowly. "That's a good idea."

Then, an idea struck me. "What if we hit a few places tonight? Grab some laptops, anything we can sell. We've been laying low in this gas station for days now, and the po-po haven't found us. This place is like a safe haven."

Tommy looked at me, his eyes wide. "You think we can pull that off, boss?"

I met his gaze, my expression determined. "We have to, Tommy. We have no other choice."

Tommy glanced at the dame, concern etched on his face. "What about her?" he asked, nodding towards her.

"She stays here until we get back," I replied, my voice firm. "Your gun is loaded, right?"

Tommy patted his side, a grim smile on his face. "Loaded and ready," he confirmed. "Let's do this. We raid tonight."

As we finished our conversation, I stepped outside to take in the bright sunny surroundings. It had been days since I'd seen the break of dawn, the outside world. Just then, a Porsche pulled into the gas station. I removed my glasses, squinting at the flashy car.

In Bandidos, such extravagance belonged to two types of people - politicians or criminals.

I watched as the Porsche pulled up, my heart pounded in my chest as I saw it was the Purple Gangsters. We were rivals, the Bandidos and them. I recognized them instantly. But what caught my eye was the innocent-looking lady in the front seat. She looked out of place, scared even.

As the driver stepped out to refill his car, the lady bolted, disappearing into the nearby bushes. I didn't think twice. I followed her, keeping my distance so as not to startle her. The Purple Gangster saw her too, but he was too slow. He had to get back in his car.

I spotted a man with a bike nearby. Without a second thought, I punched him and took his bike. "Get down," I growled, before speeding off after the lady.

I caught up with her easily. She was about to run in the opposite direction when I stopped her. "I'm not one of the Purple Gangsters," I said quickly, trying to calm her down. "I'm here to help you. Please don't run back, whoever is running after you is right behind you. Just hop on my bike, and I'll get you to a safe place."

She hesitated, then slowly started approaching me, one step at a time.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear.

"I'm Cassidy Jakes, but you can call me Kaz," I replied, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "I'm not the one you should be running from."

"But why are you helping me?" she asked, her eyes wide with doubt.

"Because I think you need help," I said simply. "If you keep running like this, they'll catch up with you. But with my bike, we can outrun them."

She seemed to be succumbing, but her doubt was still clearly visible in her argument. "How can I trust you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have much of a choice," I replied, my voice firm. "It's either me or them. And trust me, you don't want to be caught by them."

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Okay," she said, her voice barely audible. "And then who are you and how did you know them?"

"Lady, would you just hop on this bike and quit asking so many questions?" I said, my voice rising in frustration. "The ones you're running from are around the corner. We need to get out of here now!"

She finally seemed to understand the urgency of the situation and agreed to come with me. But just as she was about to hop on my bike, the Porsche came from behind. She pulled back her legs and started screaming.

I knew that if I stayed, it wouldn't end well for me. So, without a second thought, I kicked the bike into gear and sped off, leaving the lady behind.

The sound of her screams echoed in my ears as I disappeared into the night. I had no choice. It was either her or me, and I chose me. Survival was the name of the game, and I intended to win.

As I rode away, the girl's screams echoed in my ears. It was a chilling sound, one that cut through the noon like a knife. I couldn't look back. I just kept riding, my heart pounding in my chest. The wind whipped past me, but all I could hear were her screams. They were a constant reminder of the choice I had made.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I needed to focus. I soon reached the back of the gas station. It was a secluded spot, hidden from the main road. I quickly hid the stolen bike behind a man's house. I didn't want to leave any traces that could lead back to me.

But the sound of her screams... They haunted me. They were a stark reminder of the reality of our situation. I had left her behind, and that was a choice I would have to live with. It was a harsh reality, but it was the only way I knew how to survive.

For now, all I could do was lay low and hope that the Purple Gangsters didn't find me. I found a quiet spot behind the gas station and settled down for the night. The cold ground was a harsh contrast to the warmth of the bike seat, but it was better than being found.

As I lay there, staring up at the starry sky, I couldn't help but think about the girl. I wondered if she was okay. I wondered if she had managed to escape. But most of all, I wondered if I would ever be able to forget the sound of her screams.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice. "Hey, bruh, where have you been? I just didn't see you around no more," Tommy said, emerging from the shadows.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Tommy," I said, my voice hoarse. "I… I ran into some trouble."

"Trouble?" he asked, his brow furrowing in concern. "What kind of trouble?"

I hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell him. "I met a girl," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "She was being chased by the Purple Gangsters. I tried to help her, but…"

"But what?" Tommy asked, his voice filled with worry.

"But I had to leave her behind," I admitted, my voice choked with regret. "I… I couldn't risk getting caught."

Tommy was silent for a moment, his face unreadable. Then, he nodded slowly. "You did what you had to do, bruh," he said, his voice soft. "Survival is the name of the game."

I nodded, but I couldn't shake off the guilt. The sound of her screams still echoed in my ears, a stark reminder of the choice I had made. I had left her behind, and that was something I would have to live with.

"But what?" Tommy asked, his voice filled with worry. His eyes were wide, reflecting the dim light of our hideout. He was leaning forward, his hands clenched into fists.

"But I had to leave her behind," I admitted, my voice choked with regret. The words tasted bitter in my mouth. "I... I couldn't risk getting caught." I could still see her face, her eyes wide with fear, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Tommy was silent for a moment, his face unreadable. The silence stretched on, becoming a tangible thing, heavy and suffocating. Then, he nodded slowly. "You did what you had to do, bruh," he said, his voice soft. There was no judgment in his voice, only understanding. "Survival is the name of the game."

I nodded, but I couldn't shake off the guilt. It clung to me, a constant reminder of the choice I had made. The sound of her screams still echoed in my ears, a stark reminder of the reality of our situation. I had left her behind, and that was something I would have to live with.

I wondered if I would ever be able to forget the sound of her screams. They reminded me of the choice I had made, a choice that would haunt me for the rest of my life.