The Gang leaders Girl COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 4

Chase's POV

I got dressed in black because black is the s**t. Black is my natural colour; it brings the best out of people. It is like choosing when you want to be good or bad, and y'all know what my f*****g choice is because I am Chase 'The f*****g Ripper' Grey.

Everyone fears me.

I ran this f*****g city. I have officers working for me. The government is on my side. Everyone is on my side.

They say snitches get stitches, but f**k, I offer more than that, a finger would do. Pulling up into my warehouse.

I slammed the door of my Camaro and walked towards the warehouse. My fellow gang members greeted me, I nodded, and they returned to their work.

"Martin, how are ya mate?" I said as I saw him tied up in my favourite room, the torture room.

No, Christian Greys is not a mother-f*****g sibling.

"Chase." He spits, I chuckled, and the nerve of this motherfucker is unbelievable.

"Dickhead, you're the one tied up." I smirked.

"End it already." He was sweating; his breaths were short pants.

"Don't think so, buddy; you backstabbed me and the time you are f*****g paying." I spit; he closed his eyes and groaned from the chemical burning his insides.

"I have a friend. Which one do you want to meet?"

"f**k you."

"Don't roll that way." I grabbed my hammer.

I hammer his fingers and toes; music rings through my ears; I use the tweezers to start taking his nails off.

I made him eat them.

"Nasty cunt, just ate his own toenails." I gagged.

"Tweezers meet Martin, Martin meet tweezers." I used them on his ears until they started bleeding; I laughed.

"Kill me already."

"Too easy." I grabbed my gloves, caught a hot iron plate and placed it on his face.

I love the sound people make when they are in pain.

"Last week, you helped me torture the person in this chair; it's the other way around." I punched him in the face, and his nose cracked.

"You f*****g played me! So this is how you f*****g pay me back by stabbing me in the f*****g back? f*****g retarded cunt, you will f*****g pay." I smirked evilly.

"We're never friends. When you helped me out a couple of years ago, it was all an act, my friend. Joining your gang was one of the last things I wanted to do," he said and closed his eyes.

"I joined your gang so that I could report to my father so he can take you down. You killed him; his gang and mine were in the process of taking you down." He smirked with blood coming out of his mouth.

He opened his eyes, and they were red.

"You're not the only f*****g backstabber". I walk to the table; I grab a knife and stab him in the knee.

I grabbed my hammer and took the knife out of his leg and stabbed him in the other leg, and hammered the knife into his leg.

"Remember this gun, right". So I pulled out the gun, and we got together.

It promised that we would use it on a motherfucker who backstabs; today is his lucky day.

"I'll be gentle." I waved the gun around; the fear in his eyes made me hungry; I was hungry for blood.

I was a starving snake who was now ready to eat his massive meal. However, I could not wait any longer. It had been a couple of hours since I last had my meal. I need to eat before I f*****g die.

"Chase I'm sorry," he said.

"Phase, I'm porry, save the f*****g crocodile tears." I shot his leg. Last week he helped deliver pain to the fucker sitting in this chair.

"I hope you learnt your lesson." I shot his stomach.

"See you in hell." he smirked.

"I run hell; I'll be expecting you." I shot him in the head; his brain and blood covered my face. I smirked.

I turned and faced my gang.

"Any fucker that goes behind my back gets the same thing. I won't be nice next time." I walked out of the room.

I walked out of the warehouse; I received a text from Coby, a good friend, who said we were having dinner to catch up. So, of course, I replied to him, saying sure.

I got into my car and drove to my house. Once I arrived, I took a well-earned hot shower, and the water helped with my tensed muscles.

I grab a white towel, wrap it around my toned chest, and go downstairs to look for food. I was feeling horny. I messaged Brittney my booty call. Or my friend's group slut, whichever one suits you.

I tell you, this girl has no walls. Just f**k her best. She gives the best heads. After changing, I made my way to Brittney's house. She opened her door wearing a red lingerie set, and with that, I pulled her to her couch. One thing led to another.

** INSERT DIRTY MINDS HERE **

Wham bam, thank you, mama, that is what it all was.

Taking a shower was the first thing I did when I got home. Then, I made my way to Groove Train Café. Coby texted, saying they were sitting at table 5.

James called me as I left my car, reminding me about the shipment tonight.

I walked in with James still on the phone. I looked around and found table five, and not long after, a waitress came.

"Good evening; what do you guys like to order?" A girl asked.

"Can I get lasagna and a coke for a drink?" Dave said.

"I'll have the chicken schnitzel with solo." Jacob said.

"Beefsteak with mountain dew," Coby said.

"Can I get a beef burger with lemon and lime bitter?" I asked at last.

"Your food will be delivered soon." She walked away; I looked at her.

"She's hot," Jacob said.

"I would tap her any day," Coby says.

Our food and drinks arrived a couple of minutes later, and we started digging into it.

"This is a delicious burger," I said, then I took another bite.

"Best lasagna in town," Coby says.

"Bet." Jacob replies.

"Word." Jai speaks.

"I wonder what they have for dessert," Coby states.

I wonder why I'm even friends with them. They act like little kids on a sugar high, but they're my best friends. They know everything about me, and I know everything about them as well.

I zone out; I get a text from Taylor saying he enjoyed his first day of school and made new friends.

You fuckers guessed it right, Taylor is my f*****g brother; he isn't part of my gang. I never want him to be part of this lifestyle. But he's the only person who can keep me sane; if it weren't for him, this world would look like f*****g hell.

I could feel eyes on me, and I looked up. My eyes contacted the girl who served us, and I couldn't look away from her stare; she left not long again.

I'm on a f*****g mission to make her f*****g MINE.