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> Sebastian said, moving back to stand in front of me. >
> I asked as I backed away, my eyes locked on his.
« Getting down to business, I like that. >> Sebastian said, a serious expression forming on his face. >
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I stared at him with a blank expression, refusing to let him see how truly scared I was. I knew that I didn't have a choice in the matter. Even though my brother had basically sacrificed me for the gang, I would have done it anyways. When I became a member of this gang I took a pledge- these people were my family. Despite my pleas to Danny for this to not happen, it was inevitable. I was going to work for the Kings.
> Sebastian snapped. >
That was exactly the response I was looking for.
> He spoke truthfully, as he leaned back against my brother's desk. >
> My voice came off as a distant whisper, and I felt my shoulders slump forward in exhaustion. It must have been four a. m. by now, and I could feel my body begginning to give out.
Sebastian stared at me, silent for a sew seconds. > his voice was soft. > I looked up at him, inwardly cringing when I saw his eyes flicker to my neck. I had still yet to see the damage, and wasn't looking forward to it anytime soon. I muttered, eyeing him warily.
He simply shrugged, and dropped his hand from my shoulder. > He admitted.
> I blurted out suddenly. >
>
A mixture of emotions washed over me, and I felt my fists clench in the midst of my rage. > I snapped, my cold tone surprising Sebastian.
> I cut him off. Spinning around, I violently pushed open the doors, and nearly power walked into the living room. Everyone stood up upon my entrance, but my eyes only focused on one other. I found myself walking straight up to my brother, and without hesitating; I threw my fist straight into his face.
He stumbled back in surprised, holding onto his cheek in a mix of shock and pain. Shaking out my hand, I gave him the deadliest glare I could produce.
> I sneered, gibing him a nasty glare. Danny winced and moved towards my bed, sitting at the end of it. I ignored him, as he looked over my disheveled form, not at all caring that I looked like a complete mess.