4- The five
Spending the rest of the in class, looking for a few guys who I think will qualify. So far I've seen five, Ace and Jason being one of them. I called KB and asked for files on the five.
During last period, they files were delivered to me. Looking over a few of them to when the teacher left for the bathroom.
Damian Porter
17
No gun experience
Divorced parents
Younger sister.
Clean record
No kills
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Nathan Bowel
18
Gun experience
Happy family
Only child
Sent to juvie three times
No kills
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Derrick Hale
18
No gun experience
Parents died three years back
Older brother
Smoker with jail records
Three kills
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Jason King
17
Gun experience
Lost contact with parents
Older brother and sister
Bad boy, with jail records to kill.
Five kills
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Ace Prince
18
Gun experience
Single mother
Older brother
Jail records
Seven kills.
This test should be interesting. Looking over at all five of the guys that were actually sitting before me, I pulled out my work phone and sent the text I send to my recruits
You are expected, tell no one are u die. You've be chosen to join The Little Divas gang. Be at the docks by 11 are ill find you.
Like it are not,
Little Diva
Hearing their phone buzz, I watch their expression. Some grins, some punch the air and the others look lost. Rubbing my finger under my lower lip I turn back to my work.
After school, we made my way to the black van parked out side of the school, pulling off our floral dress. My sister was left in a black high waist short, and black tank top marked Scarlet, kicking off her flats and pulling on black heels reaching her knee with our regular black cloak with her face hooded. Pulling on my mask, I was left in a black tank top just under my breast, it marked Little Diva, pulling off the shorts I had on and pulled on my black leather jeans with combats. Pulling on my cloak, and hooding my face. We stepped out of the van.
Looking over at he school, everyone who got a glimpse of us took pictures with fear lacing in their eyes. The five guys get a glimpse of us and looked a bit worried, we'll everyone except Jason. That guy is the definition of weird.
Walking over the motorcycle KB and SIA was leaning on with two others. Okay so SIA was my eyes and ears in the street, more than all of us she was a diva. Her blonde hair always curled, her lips always blood red, her blue eyes sending as much emotion as she shows. She always dressed in fur coats with tank top marked SIA and tight leather jeans with black heels.
KB was the calm reasonable one, blue eyes, perfect biceps, dark brown hair that almost resembles black, and hot pink lips.
His lips curve into a smile as he sees us walking towards them.
"Sup Little D" he greets, little d was the nickname he gave me ever since we we're kids, and till now the name still sticks with me. Even as the most feared gang leader, my past is still stock with me till death do us part.
"I've been better brownie. Send one the girls to get the new recruits later today so they can start the test" I told him, he nods pulling out his phone. While he was texting SIA smirked at me, raising my brows, she chuckles.
"Not even a hi SIA you look beautiful" she smiles, batting her lashes. Shaking my head, I roll my eyes.
"Hi SIA, you look the same" I told her she pouts, KB and scarlet laughs. Walking over to my black RR with diva in graves in it. Swigging my foot over, turning the key in the ignition, listening as it raves to life. This bike was my life, my everything, pulling off my hood, I pulled on my helmet. As the others got on there bike, I rode off, the others riding after me.
Along with the four car that were lined off and the van.
Arriving at my warehouse on the north border. Pulling off my helmet, pulling my hood over. I made my into the warehouse heading my office. Taking my seat, my main group sitting before me. Including SIA, KB, scarlet and Angel.
I took of my mask and the hood off. Setting the mask on the table.
"So talk to me" I said turning the back of my chair to them.
"The Liam problem is first" I heard KB announce, lifting the chair of my chair reliving my small gun compartment. Pulling out my gold M9 pistol. Turning my chair back to them, I took up my mask and made my way to the door, my main inner gang close behind me. I really need more guys in this thing.
Making our way down to the holding chamber. On seeing me the guards open the chamber door. Stepping inside the chamber, I was greeted with the faint smell of rotten fruit. That's either puke are blood.
This is where I do most of my tortures, I've killed a lot of people since my time as gang leaders. So much I've lost count. So seeing people die before me is nothing.
Which is what's happening now. Watching as Lizzy, lower him a pot of bowling hazelnut oil. This should be fun.
"About time someone taught you a listen" I growl, shooting him in the arm. He screams in pain, blood dropping from his hands into the oil causing the oil to pop.
Taking a step back as burning oil drop at my feet. I roll my eyes in disgust turning on my heels after seeing his face being dipped.
After heading to the docks and looking over my latest shipment of male and female prostitutes. My day was the usual, sighing off shipments, checking the crates for stowaways. Usually we'll find a two are three and kill them on the spot, then burn their bodies.
Then after its training, checking on my gang, I might be the leader but I try to befriend all my members, but they know they're limits. Then seeing the shipments and orders off.
By then it's seven and time to change back and head home. Our parents were usually back by eight.