Forbidden Love

Chapter 1 — "Are monsters born or created ?" — Reece. — The smoke from the fresh lit-up blunt left his lips as he was standing with his back against the brick wall, his foot planted against it as he eyed his surroundings carefully while he waited. He knows the reputation that he has, it isn't one of the best. Mostly because of the lifestyle he found himself caught up in, or because of the murder case he beat. He was 15 when he killed his stepfather. He pulled the trigger. Coldblooded, not even thinking twice. And for everyone looking in from the outside, he was a monster. But nobody knew him, and that's what he lived by. Nobody knows him, so they can't judge him. If they were in his place. They would've done the same thing. For him, death was a light punishment for the things that man put the innocent little boy through. To him, he deserved a life fulfilled with torture and was lucky that his life ended with only one bullet between his eyes. Thanks to his older brother and the money he made on the streets to pay for a corrupt lawyer that knew how to get f****d up people out of jail, because of that he got out of the mess. But people knew, and people talked. That was the least of his worries though. His mother wasn't really an example for him either. She didn't want anything to do with him anymore. He ended up on the streets, followed his older brother's path, dropped out of school, and went his own way. That didn't stop him from putting money inside her mailbox to take care of her and his little brother. Reece wanted to fix cars when he was little. He loved cars and he loved getting his hands dirty. He remembered the proud feeling when he and his father got done toying with a car and the sound of the engine coming to life filled his little ears. But that proud feeling ended soon when his dad died of cancer. He has 2 brothers, one older and one younger. Both from different dads, Reece is the only one who knew his father. Now, his older brother is the leader of the Pirates and Reece knows he is destined to follow in his footsteps one day. The loud sound of a car snapped him out of his lost thoughts. He shook his head as he saw his homies acting up. They are driving like they lost a few screws. "Don't crash my car bitch." He opened the backseat, warning Bizzle who was driving the car, next to him Yungin. "Everything inside ?" Reece spotted a brown duffle bag on the seat next to him. He grabbed the back and opened it. "Yeah, everything that you asked for." Yungin nodded. He held the ski mask in his hand before his hand touched the cold metal of the Glock inside the bag, and a smile appeared on his face. The adrenaline was already kicking in. "That's him." Bizzle pointed out to a white car that was parked a couple of spots away from where he parked the car. "I'm on him." Reece made sure he had the gun and ski mask ready before he looked outside. "Be safe, make sure he doesn't recognize you." Bizzle looked in the mirror, he wasn't a fan of what Reece had in mind. It would cause trouble, a lot of trouble. "I'm good, don't worry about me." His answer was short as he opened the door, he didn't care if it was rude. He didn't need anyone worrying about him if it was not without expecting them to worry about them back. He has got enough things around him. He jogged towards the white car while Bizzle and Yungin drove away quietly to turn the car around so they could leave the spot as fast as possible once Reece was done. Reece slowed down on his steps when he saw the figure inside the car. He tried to look inside from behind. He could see the guy holding something against his nose before he threw his head back against the headrest of the car seat. Pulling the mask over his face, making sure nobody could recognize him before jumping from behind the car. "Open this f*****g door !" He kicked the car door at the driver's side, he knew what he was doing and who he was dealing with. Money, a Crip gang member. Money was his nickname, and his eyes went wide, panic plastered all over his face when the gun was pointed against his skull. Reece wanted to cackle at the look on his face, they could all be the biggest gangsters in the streets, but the day they are held at gunpoint is the day they fear going to God. Except for Reece, he knows when his time will come, it will come. He knows where he is destined to be, it sounds f****d up, but he would rather go fast to hell than slow to heaven. "I got nothing on me, I swear." The door opened a little, Reece took the opportunity to violently yank it fully open and pulled the man out of his car, pushing him down onto the cold hard concrete. "Where is the f*****g money ?" He gritted, pushing the gun against his head. "I don't know what the f**k you are talking about." Money panicked. "The money ?! Where the f**k is it ?!" Landing a kick into the man under his side. "It's in the backseat, please don't hurt me. I have a kid at home." He cried, holding onto his stomach where he got kicked. "Man shut the f**k up, that baby white." Reece chuckled, opening the backseat door. Spotting the duffle bag in the backseat, he immediately grabbed it and looked back at Money, who was trying to get up but failed due to his broken ribs. Reece pulled a knife out. "If you talk about this to anyone," He paused, crouching down holding the knife against Money his cheek. Making sure to put a good amount of pressure on the blade, the red liquid called blood squirted from behind the iron blade and flew down his cheek. "I will kill you." He finished leaving his mark before standing up. "f**k !" Money groaned, holding onto his cheek before he got pushed back against the cold concrete. The sound of sirens made Reece snap back to where he was and what he was doing. Quickly swinging the bag over his shoulder, he started running towards the car. "Get in !" Yungin yelled, hanging out of the car window. "Roll the f*****g window up before you get our s**t shot up." Reece barked after getting in the car. "Sorry I forgot." Yungin chuckled, rolling the window back up. "You got the money ?" Bizzle asked while driving away from the spot. "Yes sir." Reece nodded, opening the bag, greeted by stacks of fresh money. Making a big smile appear on his face like he had just won the lottery. This is the life he lived, as a Pirate from Harlem New York. — "Aye where y'all been ?" YK his head popped up out his bedroom window before his whole body jumped out when Reece, Bizzle, and Yungin walked by his house back in their part of Compton. "Yo momma is gon beat your behind when she knows you outside." Yungin laughed. "Ain't nun to beat, she ain't got non to say about me." YK scoffed as they all shared a look. "Jahkail !" A loud woman's scream came from behind YK who threw his head back. "YK mom YK, don't be calling me by my government in these streets," YK whined, looking back at the house as his front door opened and his mother went outside. "Get your ass back inside the house and help me with the dishes." She demanded, causing him to stomp his feet, dragging himself back inside the house, Yungin burst out laughing along with Bizzle as Reece shook his head and they continued walking towards their local basketball court. "Lil pirate !" Reece looked up as his older brother East had a grin on his face. They immediately pulled each other into a brotherly hug. "You pulled it ?" East asked, referring to the robbery. "You know me, it's in the back." He nodded his head at the car. "Let's go." East walked towards the vehicle across the street with Reece opening the backseat door. Reece looked around, keeping an eye out. Zipping the bag open, a smile appeared on his older brother's face. "That's exactly what I'm talking about." He grinned. A little boy crossed onto the court with his BMX, almost running into Yungin before he crossed towards Reece and East. "Police !" The boy looked at East. "s**t, Bizzle !" East called Bizzle over and threw the keys from the vehicle into his hands. "Drive to the warehouse. We will meet you there." Bizzle nodded and jumped into the car, speeding off as the whole court cleared up and everyone ran into a different street away from the police who were out looking to make trouble with whoever they ran into. A day like no other, running from the police. —