Page 58 of Fatality

We've known each other for ten years, from the Enforcers Training Academy. We got expelled together after burning down the dean's car.

I run hands over my face, rubbing it multiple times.

I need to get my nose checked, a headbutt and a kick, it's probably broken or crooked at least.

I couldn't help myself—Those eyes burning with a fire I've never seen before.

I really thought she'd be easy. Instead, she is a little brat.

My jaw clenches hard.

No one will know about her. I'll deal with her myself, I'll make sure she learns how to behave around me or I'll kill her.

No need for those fuckers to know anything about her before I do.

I shake my head again, trying to force her out of my thoughts.

I hate her.

I've got a gang to lead. Shit to do.

I throw myself into work, checking equipment for the cars and bikes, ordering transfers of enhancement compounds from the clinics to the garage, keeping track of deliveries.

I busy myself with what I can control.

For a while... It works.

The first light of dawn spills through the garage windows, sleep never came and chugging can after can of Nitro didn't help much either.

“Boss.” Varek walks over carrying a transparent tablet, a bright alert hovering above it.

ALERT: TRESPASSING

The notification flashes red while a sharp beep repeats every few seconds.

“They're crossing our lines. A new gang is trying to take over our territory.”

“Okay, so take care of it.” I roll my eyes. “They'll run the second they see you.”

Varek shakes his head.

“We need to get there.” He rotates the tablet toward me. “They're armed. They're have bikes, and they're attacking the rookies.”

His expression darkens.

“They're beating them with steel bars.”

I'm on my feet instantly.

No one fucking crosses into my district without authorization.

That's how gangs work, if there are no races, authorizations, you don't cross the boundaries.

Those are the only rules every gang respects.

But most importantly... No one touches my rookies except their own gang.

No one.