Gangland.. New York City, New York

[AmberStar]

BLADE

The music was louder than any normal night, which was odd; However, it seemed to be the only important thing to most of the visitors of the club, for it surely was not the song the band was singing that was keeping them in the party mood, for it was so terrible it would have brought tears to the living dead. Blade raised her head up from her phone with a slight shaking, her eyes rolled upward with a distasteful look upon her face. She wondered why in the hell Kelon ordered her to come here this evening of all places. However, that uncertainty was soon answered when her steel gray orbs focused upon the couple that was being escorted down the path between tables. She hissed lightly when her man Tron and his apparently new girlfriend took a seat in one of the party booths.
‘Fucking Bastard!” Blade hissed before her teeth gritted together in anger. Suddenly, a sharp pain from her palm broke her stare long enough for her to look down and see the small drip of blood falling to the surface of the table. She opened her clenched fist to verify what she already knew. “Damn it!” she hissed again upon seeing the two bleeding punctures in her palm. Her gaze angrily flowed from her hand back to the booth, just in time to see Tron and his bitch kissing.

Blade stood, reaching down and grabbing a napkin with her wounded hand, clenching it like it was the last napkin on the planet and she was standing in a typhoon. She fought back the angered tears, she wasn’t going to give into the pain that her heart felt this very moment. She didn’t understand why her brother just didn’t tell her about this instead of showing it to her. Her jawbone tensed and popped again, well… yeah she did. Blade took a deep breath, exhaled, fought back the urge to walk over and slap the shit out of his bitch, in an addition to, raking that Bastard’s eyeballs out with her nails.

‘No!’ she took her second stand against the urge. Trembling with rage and hurt Blade made her way out of the club. She had to get as far away as she could before she committed murder. Her hand wiped away the now flowing tears, she just couldn’t understand what had happened, why he needed to step out on her, it wasn’t like she wasn’t fucking him everyday. Maybe it had to do with his position in the gang. Yeah had to be it, Tron was Kelon’s right arm muscle but that didn’t warrant him the right to do this nor did it give Kelon the right to allow this to happen either…, so what if she was being a little naïve.

Her low-spiked boots echoed with each pounding step upon the alleyway’s concrete surface. She didn’t care if the moon was on vacation and the alleyway was a sheet of solid black. She has been down this alleyway more times than she’d care to admit. With every step down this darkened path her mind was battling the waves of sheer pain stemming from her heart. It only seemed like the anger that she held when actually seeing them stopped the heart throbbing. Her small hand came up once more to clear the small stream of tears.

Blade stopped at the edge of the alleyway. Her steel-gray orbs shifted from side to side along with her head. She was now officially out of the Crimson Crips territory and in the turf of their rivals. Why she came here was beyond her, maybe it was a move against her brother, or Tron, or maybe herself. She just didn’t know anymore, the only thing she was sure about at this moment was she wanted to die. Again her trembling hand swiped away a stream of tears before her attention was collected by the music that was coming from an under the sidewalk club.

Blade looked down at the gang tattoo upon her wrist for a moment, she shrugged her shoulders and moved across the road. She turned toward the steps that led down to the club, her eyes located the door watch standing just before the descending stairwell. The nice dark alcove hid him well against detection of normal people, but to bangers (or should it be said clear headed bangers) it would be a little easier.

Blade glanced over to the man as she came to the stairwell. She knew the smear of her makeup would tell anyone that she had been crying. She waited for him to pat her down or ask her questions, but to her surprise he just gave her the nod to go on down the stairs. She nodded to the man before proceeding down the stairs. She wondered if maybe this wasn’t a rival gang club, which would really surprise her, but she wasn’t going to push the fact. A quick pull of the door and Blade was inside the booming atmosphere. Blade flipped a few bucks to the gate guy upon his outstretched hand toward her. “Yeah,” She spat walking past him with a huff. She felt a little better for the music wasn’t ripping her ear canal open and the band leader didn’t sound like a cat with it’s tail being pulled.

She took a table off into a dark corner and waited to be serve, her orbs quickly scanned over the floor with little hope of identifying anyone due to the low-light and the intense flicking rays of the strobe lights. Her head tilted slightly, bringing her gaze to skimmed over the smooth surface of the table. The surface exploded with color as the lighting changed over head forcing Blade to pull her gaze away with a little optical pain. ‘Fuck!” she hissed rubbing her eyes with the side of her index knuckle.

When her vision returned to normal, she resumed scrutinizing over the growing crowd not knowing what she was looking for or even why she was here. Her blind search was interrupted when a waitress walked up and asked if she wanted anything to drink. Blade’s gaze drifted up to young waitress. “Sure, surprise me.” was all she said before looking back over the crowd.

 

[silvertongue217]

"Who the fuck is that?"

His boss and uncle Don Espandito could have been referring to any number of people. He was well known for two things having a shit memory of people and cursing like a sailor. So at first the young man with the long black hair and the intense jade eyes ignored him instead continuing to check in with all the underlings on the prepaid he would toss in the morning.

"Maso you fucking listening to me?"

This was a warning, a warning that while his first question hadn't needed to be answered the second one surely did. Maso growled at the interruption and finally deigned to look up from his prepaid.

"Who are we talking about uncle" Maso asked him keeping his voice light and professional. It was no use trying to tell his uncle that he was working checking in with every one. His uncle was old, at the age where he cared far less about the running of the business and more about chasing skirts. Rich white folk liked to call it "mid life crisis" but his uncle was far to old to just be going through it.

Or at least that was his opinion

"Who am I....." Uncle Espandito murmured shaking his head "The hot Chicca! The one who just came in"

"Usted debe ser mayor para llamar a cualquier tío una chicca" Maso replied

( You are to old to be calling any one chicca uncle)

"Be that as it may" The Don said growling "Who is she?"

Maso sighed and realizing he was not going to drop it rose from his seat. The Don and he were in the V.I.P section of the club a large room built over the dance floor. The window over looking the dance area was reflective so no one could see inside.

They however had a perfect view

Maso walks over his large frame moving with a surprising fluidity and grace. The simple jeans and fitted white T shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide his built body and the tan skin underneath. He pushed his long black hair back freeing it from his eyes as he began to scan the crowd.

Then he saw her

She was the only one in the club he had never seen before, it was easy to tell she was out of place among all the latin and spanish dancers around her. She was however strikingly beautiful so much so he had a sharp intake of breath as he looked at her.

"I do not know her" Maso finally replied clearing his throat "she has never been in this club before I can almost garuntee you that"

"Así ir a buscar fuera lo perra fina como la que está haciendo en nuestro sobrino del club" The Don said smirking

(Well go find out what A fine bitch like that is doing in our club nephew)

Maso turned to tell him no, he paused however glancing back to look at the woman one more time. She was quite pretty..... And it had been a while since he met some one new.

"fine" He finally said sighing and tossing the Don the prepaid phone "You take care of the check ins then" Maso said grabbing his scotch and draining it as he walked out of the VIP room.

A few minutes later he was moving towards her his hands holding the drink she had ordered. The bartender said she wanted a surprise so he had chosen for her. Some thing simple a blood red Martini he took the liberty of making himself. When half of your business (Or at least your legitimate business) was a string of clubs it paid to know how to make a good drink.

"Here we are" He said appearing in front of her and setting the Martini down "With compliments from the owner" he told her nodding in the direction of VIP and pushing the drink towards her.

 

[AmberStar]

Blade, deep in her angered thoughts, blindly gazed through the crowded dance floor not really focusing upon anyone or anything. The only thing she continued to witness was that bastard and his new bitch. Now, she wanted to go and slap the shit out of the bitch and claw his fucking eyes out, it would be the least thing she could do for him. Yeah, than a thin smile appeared upon her face as she eyeballed the mental image of her running a key down his new, highly polished, black stingray.

Blade slightly jumped when a male’s voice spoke broke her own inner silence. She looked down at the drink that was pushed in front of her. Taking a few moments in thought, for the last time she knew the waitress that took her order was slim and had an ample set of tits. Slightly shaking her head, just what she fucking needed at the moment, some damn horny ass man wanting some attention. Did she even dare to spend the energy to raise her head and look at him? Or just bark at him to get the fuck away from her. She really didn’t want to deal with someone whom had a swinging dick between their legs at the moment.

Sighing, She pushed her eyes up the muscular frame of the man standing before her. What got her to look up was the words compliment from the owner. Yeah, why not take advantage of the moment. Hell she was already down around the bottom of the barrel so how much more could she fall right! However, so far the deal looked sweet, but then again so did the first time she looked at Tron. Dammit her mind hissed as the pain began to burn once more, she shot her eyes up to the man’s face in an attempt to take her mind off the stinging pain that was bringing tears to her eyes.

WoW! Her eyebrow arched, Where in the hell was this guy several months ago! She blew out a small gust of breath over her lips. “Well, … Umm...” She picked up the glass and took a small sip. The tartness made her pucker slightly. “Yeah, well thank you.” Blade wiped her mouth with the tip of her thumb and index finger. “My compliments in return.” She took another sip, more prepared this time.

“So does the owner have a name?” Blades steely orbs looks over the man’s shoulder toward the indicated office box for only a brief moment before dropping her stare back to the man before her. Her eyes expertly scanned over the man’s frame looking for any gang markings that would associate him with her rivals. Now, she was starting to feel the taunt feeling of a little fear brewing of being off her turf and into the land of her rivals.

 

[silvertongue217]

"I think you know the name" Came his reply

Maso had already notated the tattoo on her hand, it was discreet and on the wrist but it was still there. It meant she was a rival some one who would even be considered an enemy outside these doors.

And yet

Maso was a very good read of people, you had to be in his business. This woman even if she was from the other side was very much hurting. He didnt know what from but it was there he could see it in her eyes.

Among other things

"Do not worry" Maso replied shaking his head "consider tonight a free day your just on of the patrons though I wouldnt be flashing that tat around freely" He said nodding at it.

"The Don noted you when you came in but he isnt interested in any thing but whats up your skirt" Maso said snorting "he wont come down though to worried about his image"

"So please drink and enjoy" Maso said nodding at the Martini "And I hope whatever or whoever bothers you gets the infamous retaliation your crew is known for" he said nodding his head at her and then turning to leave.

 

[AmberStar]

Blade shifted her gaze from the man to her wrist upon him mentioning the small tat that was on her wrist. She was slightly impressed by his observation, but then again she really wasn’t trying to hide. She slowly turned her wrist so that her palm was down, hiding the tat. Questioning, she moved her gaze back up to the man, A look upon her face as if she was asking him if she meet his offered advice.

Her mind continued to race for a name of the owner of the club, but the way he suggested that she knew his name it wasn’t long before it came to her. Her face turned more pale than what it was just seconds ago. There was no doubt that this club was controlled by the Latin Kings. Her gaze moved back to the small office box and wondered if Don Espandito was really up there or if he was the actually the one that sent the drink. She didn’t have any reason to disbelieve this man, but when dealing with the Lats, there was no such thing as being on the level with them.

Blade smiled and shook her head when the man offered his pleasantries to her, but her eyes narrowed when he continued to tell her that he hoped that whatever or whomever was bothering her that she’d get her vengeance upon them as her brothers’ gang always done to their adversaries. Her brow buried a little more, she learned from her brother that staying open minded and attentive to everything would save her life one day, so upon his statement she wondered if he knew Tron and possibly was the one that set him up with his new bitch.

“So does the delivery man have a name?” her steely gray orbs met with his. He was a very attractive man in a sense, well at least pleasant upon the eyes. She bit her lip lightly to remind her that she no longer had a boyfriend and a little eye candy never hurt anything. She wanted to just blurt out her intentions of draining any information he might have on Tron’s new girlfriend, but she had to be suave about this. She took another drink and hoped that he would take the proverbial bait and hook move.

 

[silvertongue217]

Maso was about to leave when he heard her question. He smirked turning back and eyeing her up and down. It didnt hurt to be friendly he thought noting that she was all the more alluring up close.

"You probably have heard of me" Maso finally replied sitting down across from her as the music quitted down a bit "My name is Maso..... Maso Espandito the Don is my uncle"

He turned nodding at the previous Waitress to bring him his usual. She came back with a glass of Disarona which he took a long steady sip of and shuddered at the pleasant burn.

"As I said your among friends or well at least tonight you are" Maso explained clearing his throat and tapping his long fingers against the table "I got to say you got some balls coming in here I hope the men didnt give you to much trouble outside?"

 

[AmberStar]

Blade’s eyebrow arched a little higher this round upon hearing the name of her delivery boy. It was a name that her brother has mentioned several times to Tron and the other two lieutenants. It was always assumed that the nephew would be an easy target to get too, and would cause disruption within the ranks of the fast growing gang. She lightly licked her lips as a plan formed that would give her a little tool to work upon her brother and where she could get back at that betraying bastard. She just had to wait and let things get a little more heated between the gangs.

She eyed him for a few moments upon hearing him state that she was among friends this evening. She wondered why that would be so, but then upon hearing him clear his throat and the tapping of his finger it was like a signal. She slightly shook her head as the man just lost a few points with her. Did he really think she would give him the time of day? Then her mind played the moment of maybe he wasn’t giving her a choice. She slightly straightened up in her chair and bore a stare into him. “Now this is strange.” her hand rolled the bottom of her glass across the table top in thought. “Why would a King give safe passage to a Crimson Crip?” her eyes narrowed as if she was going to examine every word he spoke to her.

Blade took another sip of her drink while she continued to look upon this man. She did find herself running her eyes down his frame now and then, but not out of any sexual want, but for any signal that he maybe giving to someone else. Her gaze shifted from him for a moment to the crowd, like she would be able to spot a receiver of his signal in this place. However, she did keep an eye on the waitress.

 

[silvertongue217]

"You always this jumpy?" Maso asked noting the way she scanned the crowds "If your looking for some one creeping up behind you or some shit your going to be disappointed no one knows your affiliations besides me and thats only because I got close enough to see the tat"

He ordered another shot and leaned back studying her. He was curious despite her wariness of him. It went without saying that she was a rarity in his world. The only Crips he usually saw were dead ones or ones he was scooping out. There werent many females in the gang either

And the few that were didnt look like THAT

"Wanna dance?" He suddenly asked nodding to the dance floor "Do you know how?" He asked one eye brow raised a sexy challenge in his eyes.

 

[AmberStar]

Blade’s thin brow arched above her right steel orb. “Jumpy?” She questioned his assumptive observational skill. “Cautious, is the word I believe you were looking for.” Blade’s eyes narrowed. She wondered how someone so careless stayed alive this long, maybe it was his looks for at the moment that was the only thing that was going for him. Her eyes drifted over to the waitress when more words came from him that supported her statement.

She was about to inform him that since this club was considered to be on the front line between their families that his people would have seen her numerous times with her family and would have the ability to put two and two together, but she would save him the humiliation and just let it go as inexperience or maybe he gets stupid when he drinks, either way she was going to let it pass.

She downed the rest of her drink when he took a moment to call over the waitress and reordered him another drink. She smiled as he relaxed his posterior, his gaze informed her that he was studying her. Yeah so what if he was not really on top of his game for there were many out there just like him, however he did have the looks to make up for that short coming. She had to smile to her own amused resolve of her host.

The smile grew a little bigger when he offered her to dance, but giggled when asked if she knew how. “Well, I will only accept your challenge if the reward for winning is worth my time.” She smirked playfully toward him, but extended her hand out to him almost instinctively, which scared her upon realizing what she just did.

 

[silvertongue217]

Maso snorted hearing her offer for a challenge.

"lets see if you can keep up first" He replied rising up in one smooth motion. His hand warm and sure slid into hers pulling her up without a moments hesitation.

He turned nodding at the DJ before he took her hand and led her to the stage. The music changed morphing from the beat of a club to a more latin salsa type number.

"Well lets see what you got" Maso said spinning her and dipping her slightly. He rose her back up and as one they began to dance.

Salsa wasnt hard.... at least it wasnt hard if you had the right partner.

And Maso had that in spades.

He danced her expertly his legs moving as his hands firmly gripped her back. He moved with a strength and precision and with the smell of his cologne wrapping around them. He spun and dipped her and for the finish lifted her slightly in the air before setting her back down.

"Well looks like you can" Maso said pleased "I stand corrected care to join me out on the roof? I need some fresh air after that!"

 

[AmberStar]

Blade’s lightly lavender colored lips pressed into a smile, an ever so soft chuckle escaped over them as Maso snorted to her challenge. It has been a few years since someone ever took one of Blade’s challenges so casually and to her amusement it impressed her slightly and that wasn’t something that was easily done. She had the look, and ways of a civilized woman, but there was those days that she could rip someone’s eyes out and not feel anything from doing it, that was the Blade that most of her brother’s gang bangers knew.

Maso’s strong hand slid into hers and pulled her up in a non-hesitant way, the show of character seemed common to most of the American Latinos, well as she had been told from other sources since her dealings with them has been on the other end of the friendly side, a fact that her brother and his goons insured would happen on the encounters with them, it wasn’t a racial thing just a power struggle between turfs.

The beat that Maso seemed to select with a glance at the DJ told her that he must do this sort of thing often, another playboy! Blade’s eyes rolled up into her sockets, but was quickly snapped back as Maso spoke to her while spinning her around followed by a courtesy style dip. She was diligently determined to dance this man into the floor, to make him eat that little snort he had given her just moments ago; However…

Blade was a little winded but managed to stay up with the impressive dance partner, she smiled when they came to a stop and he acknowledged that she could stay up with him, which seemed to impress him to a degree. She was now thankful for all those dance classes she had to do in high school and her brother’s club parties or she would have been in trouble.

She nodded her head lightly to his offer of going to the roof, it was a wonderful evening and she always enjoyed looking over the cities skyline, it just seemed to smooth out all the tensions that had built up over the course of the day. “I can for a short period of time, I fear that my long absence might bring unwanted attention.” She offered politely to the handsome host, but quickly took a few moments to look over the crowd. She knew her brother had a few plants in this gang and wanted to make sure that she didn’t see them snooping around at this moment, it would be very bad!

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Maso led the beautiful Chica to the rooftop and just stood there for a minute looking out over the city. He stood beside her not putting his arm around her like he would have with any other girl he had invited up here. For one thing she was a member of the Crips and while that didn't really mean much to him, it might mean a little more to her. For another there was just something about her that said she was not like a regular gang girl. No this was a pure lady and she should be treated as such.

"It is a beautiful sight is it not," he said gesturing towards the lights. "I do like coming up here every now and again just to remind myself that there is beauty in this world." He looked at her and smiled. "Of course if I had someone like you to look at everyday maybe I wouldn't have to come up here so often."

Turning back to the skyline he looked towards Crip territory. "So close yet so far away hey chica. If I ventured just those few streets I would either be shot, or quickly snatched up, beaten and ransomed back to my Abuelo, and none to cheaply I hope,"he chuckled.

Looking at her he smiled. "You know there is just something about you. I tell you what, I am here every Saturday and Tuesday's. I will tell my boy's on the door that you are to be let in and you will have a free pass, but only to this club you understand and only on those nights. I hope to see you again," he slowly reached out his hand, taking hers and raised it to his lips lightly kissing it.

 

[AmberStar]

Blade still felt the tug of unease with each step she took with the rival gang’s leader. What the fuck are you doing? Her mind hissed as she continued to take each step forward. Was he that bewitching or was it something else deeper? Was it something that she could slap her fucking cheating boyfriend with or burn her brothers gills for setting her up to see that shit when he could have told her!? She really didn’t know why she was willing to follow this rival member up the stairs to the roof, maybe it was just a foolish notion that she could do what the fuck she wanted when she wanted it.

Blade’s inner search for the reason why came to an end when the handsome man’s voice spoke up about the city. Her gaze followed his gesture toward the glowing colors of the city’s skyline. It was beautiful, something that she always enjoyed seeing when it occurred, which wasn’t many for her ex-boyfriend wasn’t the romantic type, well at least not with her, which confused her still to this day, but that was to be figured out some other time for now was the beginning of another story, which might be good or bad.

Blade’s eyes rolled on the man’s attempt to place her upon a pedestal. “Careful lover, you might just put me out of your reach.” she hissed playfully then cursed herself for putting forth the welcoming mat for him to continue to shoot her the compliments which usually ended up igniting the lust and desire to get fucked. However, her words were either not heard or ignored for the man turned back toward the skyline.

Blade’s gaze followed Maso’s head and the direction he was looking. A shiver swept down her spine as her orbs focused upon the city blocks that his words were referring too. “Well, I would hate to say this, but more than likely everything you just said would happen to you. As for the selling back price, well lets just say you really wouldn’t want to pay the price they would be asking for.” Blade looked over to the man.

She slightly shook her head when he told her the days she was welcomed to come to the club and visit him. A brow arched over a somewhat of a surprised glare. “You really think of yourself that highly?” She chuckled with a smirkish smile on her face. “And here I thought only the Crimson Crips had a high ego branded upon their heads.” She playful responded, but did think he was a little full of himself.

Her little negative impression of the man however didn’t stop him when he took her hand into his and laid his lips upon her flesh, instead what she got was a flash of warmth that swept over her body. She felt the heat in her face as she nodded to him. “We shall see.” She didn’t want to be a total slut and dive into his offering with excitement. She had to figure out what the fuck she was doing before any next step could be consider!

“Thank you for showing me a good time, but I must be getting back before… Well you know…” Blade looked back over the city taking in the view and the moment. She didn’t really want to leave for the pain of what occurred just an hour ago still burned within her. “Yes, we will see… “ She quickly composed herself. “I must go.” She turned away from the city lights and headed back down the steps.

She turned back toward him, took in his handsomeness once more before she hurried back across the boundary line, back to her own turf. She looked back over her shoulder, “I’ll be back.” She hissed without taking a moment to think of the consequences. She was attracted to the man or she thought she was, but then what if it was just the thrill of crossing over the line and pissing off her ex and brother.

“Fuck I don’t know!” she hissed walking back down the dark alleyway, not noticing the small set of eyes that was keeping an eye on her…

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

As the woman walked off and down the stairs Maso grinned. Of course he thought a great deal of himself. He was young, rich and powerful. Put that together with his good looks and Latino charm and he was almost irresistible. Chuckling to himself he admitted that it was more the rich and powerful part that usually made him irresistible, especially to the women he usually dated. However this woman was not like anyone he had ever met before. She had her own sense of power and style and while she might not have been fully on her game tonight, she still had that certain presence about her that drew men to her like a moth to a flame.

It was only as he returned to look out at the city and dream about her face that he realized he had not got her name. He slapped himself on the forehead and looked back towards the door. Shaking his head in disgust at himself he stared forlornly towards the Crips territory. How could he have been so stupid as to have forgotten something so basic as that. If his Uncle ever found out he would never hear the end of it.

Sighing he looked one last time and then slowly made his way back downstairs and into the VIP section again. As he walked in he spotted his uncle with one of the waitresses on his lap. She had several hundred dollars stuffed down her bra and the old man was feeling her ass as he kissed her neck. By the look on her face she was not really enjoying the attention, but the man was the Don and the money was more than she was going to earn in a week.

Maso grimaced then came to the poor girls rescue. "Uncle, what are you doing. Did you make those calls like I asked you too. I know you are the head of the family now but if we don't keep a handle on things people might think we can't control our empire. Plus we have some big things happening soon, you know that."

He grabbed the girls arm and pulled her out of his uncles lap and shooed her out of the room. She gave him a grateful smile when his Uncle could not see and he nodded slightly to her and as soon as she was outside he locked the door.

"You don't have time to be fooling around with the help Uncle. We have meetings tomorrow and shipments to make sure get delivered. I will get the car ready for you and have it take you home. Benito and Alejandro will guard you tonight. I will be home later after I take care of the other business."

He called down to the two men on the two way radio sitting on the table and within minutes the personal Limo was at the private entrance and Benito was knocking at the door. His uncle grumbled but allowed his nephew to send him home, after all there were his personal servants to chase there and one of them would take care of his needs before he went to sleep.

After his Uncle had left Maso began to finish the nights check ins. If all their plans went well, soon they would be one of the most dominant gangs in New York and even the territory they held now would just be a drop in the ocean.

 

[AmberStar]

JAZ

The small figure avoided the neon glow of the street by hanging back into the dark shadows of the alleyway. Her steely colored orbs focused hard on the woman as she walked across the neutral zone that divided the turf’s of the two largest rivaling gangs of the lower Manhattan five points district. The woman was one of importance, one that was a direct concern to the small figures boss, which was why she was here keeping an eye on the small jewel.

“Well, where have you been this evening Blade?” The small figure’s voice was nearly inaudible to anyone that was more than just a few inches away from the speaking lips. The small figure shot a glance over the neutral zone, noting the two figures that turned back toward the inner ward of their turf. “Kelon isn’t going to like the fact that his little diamond was visiting the Latin Kings turf.

Jaz pushed herself off the cold brink wall that she’d been leaning on. Her small feet carried her quietly and quickly to just a few yards behind Kelon’s little diamond. Jaz had many reasons to be here on the line for this was her post, but why in the hell was Kelon’s sister out here and was across that line was another reason and Jaz was going to find out. There had been many incursions into the Crips’s turf by members of the Latin Kings. Was Blade the reason why some of the incursions were not detected? Jaz became slightly agitated at that thought, however she couldn’t act upon her feeling without proof.

Blade was impervious to the small figure that was only yards away and almost in sync with her own steps. Regardless if the following figure was knocking over trash cans, Blade would have been lucky to register it for her mind was swirling over the nights events. Pissed off at Kelon, Tron her ex and his bitch, in which she still had to get the name of the lipstick bimbo, and of course this newly individual that just happened to catch her eye, Maso.

“Maso.” Blade exhaled the name over her lavender lips. He was a hunk of a man, however deep into the shit as was her brother. She swore she was going to get out of this shit, but the money was good, she was safe, even thou that safety was a blanket from a notorious gang of thieves and cut throats as was the Latin Kings, which was the gang that Maso and his Uncle ruled over. Blade just shook her head to the comparison, which was identical rap sheet for both gangs, so why did she take a fancy to Maso? She shrugged at her own question.

Blade’s route took her past the restaurant where Tron and his bitch were still at, she eyed Tron’s viper for a few moments wanting to key the damn car and she would have done it too if she didn’t notice he had a few guys watching over it. He must have had a feeling that someone would fuck with it being this close to the Latin Kings turf, which was she was a bit surprised that he drove it out here, must have been the bitch’s idea.

The more blade stared at the car, Her mind thinking of Tron and that bitch in each others arms, brought the same symptoms that made Blade cross the neutral zone the first time. “Fuck it!” she hissed, turned back around and marched back toward the neutral zone once more. Jax, fast on her feet was back into the shadows watching. ‘What the fuck!’ Jaz hissed to herself, but as ordered she followed the angered footsteps of Blade back toward the Neutral zone.

Blade didn’t care about the eyes that were upon her once again as she headed back to the Oasis, she had only one person on her mind at the moment and that was Maso. Yeah, this was out of anger, hurt but being on top of that roof with the lighted skyline made her relax and that was what she wanted to do was relax. Most people she knew would be hitting the hard shit right now, but not blade she valued her body and well unknown to anyone else she was going to get out of this hell hole and make something of herself. One day!

She looked at the same door sentry as before and with just a hand gesture from him she moved into the club, however this time Jaz wasn’t as lucky as she was spotted moving into the shadows near the club. Instantly Maso was sent a text informing him of the Two Crimson Crips.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Maso had just completed all of his calls and was sitting down relaxing with a glass of Disaronno on ice watching the patrons dancing when he received a text. Reaching down to get his phone he noticed the gorgeous woman from earlier walking back into the club and smiled. He had an idea what the message was about but as he read it, his large smile faded away.

So now there was two of them and one was skulking around outside. Was the whole thing from earlier just something to draw him in or what was going on? Maso was normally a good judge of character and he would have bet any money that she was being straight with him, yet now there was this.

He couldn't afford to ignore this or his men would think he was going soft. He sent a message back telling him to send a few men to go and capture whoever was lurking out in the shadows and then text him when it was done. They were to take whoever it was to the basement and wait for him. They knew the procedure.

Taking a breath he finished off his drink then putting a smile on his face he descended into the club. It took him only a minute to spot her and he felt his forced smile changing into a genuine one. He made a detour to the bar and made another blood red martini for her and then made his way over to were she was sitting.

"Well hello again Chica. I know I am charming but it usually takes at least a day or so before the ladies come back you know," he smiled at her as he slid the drink in front of her. "This must be some type of record."

He sat in the seat opposite her and gave her his most charming smile. "Seriously though I am glad you have returned not least because I do not know your name. Perhaps you would care to enlighten me with this most important piece of information, unless of course you just prefer me calling you Chica," he chuckled.

He studied her and once again she looked angry. What could have happened in the short amount of time since she had left to cause her to get in such a state. It would have to be a boyfriend would it not? Only love problems could effect someone this bad and that quick. Of course what man would be stupid enough to cause her pain. Maso would like to meet him and put a bullet in his head for being so stupid.

As he sat there he felt his phone begin to vibrate.

 

[AmberStar]

Blade stepped off to the side of the door so that if anyone else came into the club she wouldn’t be in their way. Her steely orbs moved about each patron rather quickly, but slowed down if she thought she knew or seen that person before, which wasn’t many there was a couple that she noted that was part of the King gang. She held her clutch purse with both hands centered mass to her hips. She tried to swallow the anger that was lodged in her throat as if that would matter for the burning in her eyes would give her mood away to anyone whom looked into them.

She licked over her bottom lip before spotting a good place to have a seat and just relax. She was somewhat disappointed that she didn’t see Maso, but what did she expect, he had a business to run and more than likely didn’t even think she would be back so soon. She couldn’t help but think that this was another opportunity to see how many other chica this man had on the side. “Dammit blade!” She hissed at herself for thinking of this, but she didn’t have any damn claims on the man and besides they just met, of course he had some chica chasing after his ass!

She shook her head with a heavy sigh. Her thumbs began to tap out a tone upon her purse in an impatient manner, then gave up the waiting to see if he spotted her and moved to the club’s booth area and took a seat. Her mind still shooting images of that bitch and Tron clinging to each other. ‘Fuck! I should have busted out his fucking windows!’ she growled to herself, forgetting that it was being watched.

The same waitress came over to her and smiled. “Hey babe, good to see you again. Can I get you something to drink or eat?” The girls tone was playful and somewhat mesmerizing soft. Blade smiled, looked up into the young girls face, “Well, only if you will join me.” Blade wanted the companionship of a female at the moment since Maso wasn’t around. This girl would possibly know the feeling of being cheated and shit upon like some fucking dog. Besides, it would feel good to have someone else call Tron a worthless bastard!

When the girl walked away a familiar voice rang out from the side of her, her gaze turned to see Maso as he slid a drink in front of her, it was the same drink she ordered her first time here. “Nice memory you have!” Blade smiled at the man and nodded her head toward the other portion of the booth. Her head shook and eyes rolled slightly up in her head. “Well, I don’t want to injure your ego, but your not all that!” She lied, then giggled followed by a smile.

“Well, lets just say exterior forces brought me back here.” She continued with a huff and sigh. “Things just haven’t added up to equal the famous four yet. Her gaze dabbled over to the waitress that was approaching her with a drink and looked like a sandwich. She was about to turn around when Blade motioned her to continue to come over. Then quickly returned her gaze to Maso as he addressed her.

“Sure, But I’m surprised that you don’t know me.” Blade responded with an ironic look to her face. “I’m the little sister of your toughest rival gang leader!” She tilted her wrist to show him the Crimson Crips tat again. “But to answer your question. Everyone calls me Blade.” She looked into his eyes and waited for that reaction to occur again. The one that warned her before not to allow the tat to be seen openly around here, it just might make things go bad. “So tell me, is my coming back an inconvenience for you? If so, I wouldn’t mind having a little chat with that waitress.” Blade gestured over to the red haired woman whom was walking slowly toward them.

Jaz was good, very good, but when three determined men attacked and your by yourself, the chances of winning is very slim. Jaz managed to drop one with a solid kick to the nuts then she slammed her fist into his throat, but the bigger man just laughed when she punched him in the stomach several times, she looked up into his face and caught his glance over to her left. “FUCK!” she managed to get out before the right-hand cross caught her on the chin and it was lights out.

“Send the boss the text that we got the little bitch.” The big man spouted as he picked Jaz up and walked to the back door of the club. He man had to walk sideways down the small stairway, then shift Jaz to his other hand so she wouldn’t smack her head on the tight corner he had to turn in. This is why Maso usually kept the man at the front door, instead of being inner security.
He put Jaz down into the chair and handcuffed her to the desk. He wasn’t going to do what they normally did to the male trouble makers that they detained, he would leave all that up to the boss. He did make sure that Jaz wasn’t packing any heaters and only chuckled when he found a six inch butterfly knife. “Damn such a beauty using a pig sticker for defense. Honey, your on the wrong damn team.” He shook his head lightly before moving out and standing at the door waiting for Maso.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Maso's eyebrows raised up as she revealed her name. He really should have put two and two together to come up with that magic four as she said. He had been informed that the leader of the Crip's had a beautiful sister with steely eyes and a body to die for, yet he had not thought she would just waltz into Latin King territory. Hell if he took her prisoner right now he could ransom her for a mint.

This put a whole new perspective on things. Maybe he was not being played. He could not see Kelon risking his own sister on a mission like this, however he needed to be sure. After all there was the matter of the other member of her crew.

He smiled at her and waved the waitress over. "I don't mind if she joins us. I will not be able to stay long and it will be good for you to have some company after you leave. Of course I am doing this for my benefit as well," he smiled. "If I keep you here then when I get back we can continue our conversation."

As the waitress slid into the booth next to Blade and put the sandwich in front of her he looked at her more closely. Her anger seemed absolutely genuine, but she seemed also glad to see him, a boost for his ego at least. She was also familiar enough with the running of an empire to know he may be too busy to talk to her and was entirely willing to talk to someone else. Another plus in her favor and it went a long way in giving credibility to her claim of being Kelon's little sister. He was not going to believe that until he could have it verified.

"So I am guessing it is a man." he stated forthrightly. There was no need to beat around the bush. "Now there are two reasons a woman such as yourself would be this mad at him. He has cheated on you and you have caught him or he has stolen from you." He watched her reactions and saw her wince when he said cheated. "Ahh cheated then. So he is stupid then. What sort of Pinche idiota would do that to you." He shook his head in disgust. "I hope you are not going to let him get away with it Chica. Perhaps you would like us to take care of it for you so no blame could be placed on you?" He asked politely. "It is only fitting for someone that would do something to someone so beautiful."

Maso found himself actually believing what he was saying. Normally he would just be spouting these lines, but he was genuinely upset. He just did not understand how anyone would step out on someone like Blade. He had known her for one dance and knew he would walk over hot coals for her. There was just something about the woman no matter who she was.

He saw the look of surprise on the waitresses face and shook his head slightly. This was not to get around. She gave a short nod and smiled. Then Maso pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen. "Ah duty calls. Hopefully it will not take long and you will still be here when I get back." He looked at the waitress. "Keep her entertained and in the club and there will be a generous tip in it," he smiled.

Reaching over the table he again took her hand and raised it to his lips smiling. "Until later chica."

Walking to the back of the club he opened a hidden door when he was sure no one could see him and descended into the basement. He found the girl on the chair handcuffed to the desk and sighed. So a woman but with an athletic build. The one guarding her showed him the knife she had been carrying and his impression of her went up. He gestured and a bucket of water was thrown over her to wake her up and she came to spluttering. He kept back well in the shadows so he could not be seen, but once he was sure she was awake he began to talk, altering his voice slightly.

"What were you doing hanging around our club? What is a Crip doing in Latin King's Territory?"

 

[AmberStar]

Blade’s hand moved up from the shot glass to the inner end of her collar bone, her nimble index finger curved and hooked some of her hair where she slowly twisted her hair around her finger. Her eyes glued to the handsome orbs that were fixated upon her. She bit at her lower lip when he waived the waitress over, it was obvious to her that he took her request the wrong way for she had no desire to be with another woman in that fashion, she just wanted someone to talk to whom might have been hurt like she has been this night. It was easier to bleed the bleeding heart to a woman than to a man.

Blade managed to pull her gaze away from the man, drifted over to the woman with a friendly smile, she nodded to her before sliding over to allow the woman to have a seat. “Sure, I don’t have any pressing matters.” Blade shifted her gaze from the woman to the handsome face of Maso. “I’m sure we can find something to talk about while your off doing your thing.” Blade smiled to the man before dropping her gaze to the sandwich. Her thoughts swirled around in her head as to what the fuck was she doing. If this happens to get back to Kelon… ‘Shit!” the realization slammed into her.

Her gaze drifted upward from her sandwich to Maso, her eyes narrowed, along with her teeth gritted as he mentioned a man was the cause of her mood, as if there would be any other reason for a woman to be in a homicidal mood. The more he moved down the line of his thinking on why this man made her kill list was putting his own health at risk, as Blade clenched her clutch purse a little tighter, which she was thankful that her hand was obscured from his view by the table, however the waitress had a clear shot of the action.

She wanted to roll her eyes when he went into the mode that is known as ‘blowing smoke up her rosy ass.’ She hardened her glare at him when he began to pry into her business. She shifted her jaw and swallowed the harsh phrase she was prepared to blast him with, but refrained from doing so. She was here to have fun, not be dragged back in time and back into that event which pushed her here in the first place.

Blade was somewhat relieved when he looked at his phone and stated he had some business to attend too. It wasn’t a good feel relief, just a tension relief from where he was pushing the conversation too. Yeah, he wanted her to build that anger toward her boyfriend which would give hims some maneuvering room with her. She almost chuckled at the move as if she couldn’t see what he was doing.

She smiled as he raised her hand and placed his lips upon her flesh once more. Yeah, it sorta melted away the harsh wall that was being prepared to pop between them if he continued down the conversational path he was taking. Blade nodded to him with a smile upon her face. “I shall be here when you finish your business, however after that I am your business. Do we understand each other.” She playfully hissed to him, not to mention she wanted to impress the waitress with her boldness.

“So love! Have you had any jerks in your life?” Blade turned to the girl.

The water dripped from the chin of Jaz, while her head leveled to the voice that was coming from the shadow. Her eyes narrowed in the wanting to at least get a definition of the man whom was talking to her. She looked down at the cuffs, her mind raced with many scenarios of what was going on, and how the hell she could get herself out of this. The man’s words were certain he knew whom he was talking too, so the act of playing stupid wasn’t an option for her to take.

Jaz was a brave, strong woman but even those types had their breaking points. She knew what could happen to her if this went the wrong way. Her tough tomboy way had to be put on the sideline if she was going to get herself out of this. She licked the small stream of blood and water from her lower lip. “Well first off, you really have to get some better help. Took three of you kings to subdue little old me?” Damn! That wasn’t the words she wanted to say, but oh well it was out of the bag now.

She hardened her form, knowing damn well that some pain was going to come soon. She swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat. Yeah she was scared, hell who wouldn’t if you was captured by your cut throat nemesis. Her eyes narrowed even more trying to see the figure, she tried to place the voice to a face but nothing came to her, which told her that she wasn’t facing someone she has met before. Her only two cards she could play was to answer his question, or play the tough silent type. She was a girl of some smarts, and hopes, she hoped that the man admired her tough silent way and wouldn’t feed her to his goons just yet. She needed a few more minutes to figure out something to give this man to prevent him from beating the shit out of her.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

The waitress knew that Maso had not been giving Blade a line but she also knew by this girls reaction that her boss better not talk about that subject anymore if he wanted to go any further with this girl. She would have to give him a heads up when he got back from doing god's knew what. However she understood her need to talk.

"My name is Maria and God yes I have had my share of jerks," she chuckled. "Just how big was yours?"

Maso shook his head. This girl had some cahonies on her, he would give her that. However that in itself gave him some information about her. She was not a newbie at this. Any baby gangbanger would have rolled over and spilled their guts after finding themselves in this situation. The fact she was still cracking wise meant she had been in the game a long time and knew how to keep a cool head under pressure. it also meant he could only probably trust about forty percent of what she told him even if he beat her. It would be laced with truth of course, but just enough that he would not know what to believe.

Of course he had his own way to deal with that. He motioned to Bruno and the big man stepped forward undoing his big leather belt. The girl probably thought it was time for her beating but that couldn't be further from the truth. As th big man started to undo his trousers Maso began to speak again.

"I have encountered people like you before. You think you are tough and can take any sort of torture and pain, but you always forget something. There is always more to pain than just physical torture."

Bruno had finished undoing his pants and now pulled them down around his ankles along with his underwear. Revealed was an impressive looking cock. It was six inches and wide but the amazing thing was it was slack. Bruno glanced down and smiled as he began to play with it with no trace of embarrassment.

"You know old Bruno here has a penchant for fucking. He can't get enough of it," Maso began in a conversational tone. "In fact he blows most of his money on hookers. You see Bruno likes to fuck things up the ass. men, women he is not fussy, but the problem is his size." By now Bruno was almost fully hard and his cock was close to nine inches but almost as thick around as a coke can. "Now here is the deal. You have five seconds to start talking or tonight you are Bruno's fuck toy. Personally I think Bruno is hoping you still think you are a tough girl. One...Two..."

 

[AmberStar]

Blade, Maria, JAZ

The tip of Blade’s middle finger circled around the rim of the shot glass, her steely orbs stayed level and focused upon Maria for a few moments before they dipped downward to the tabletop. The woman’s question made her think about all the times that Tron was an asshole to her, which was more than she cared to tell, for she was being to wonder if she was the bad apple and was cramping his style. NO! That wasn’t it! He was just a plan fucking asshole. If any cramping was being down it was him cramping her style.

“Maria, such a pretty name for a pretty face.” Blade changed the subject for she was having a hard time holding back the tears. ‘Fuck!’ she rattled herself fighting desperately not to cry, but it was a battle that she was slowly losing. She instantly brought up a hand and wiped the tear away before it ran down her cheek. “Well, I believe he broke the asshole of the year mold.” She finally offered without details for she didn’t want the memories to start flowing. “The problem is it still … “ She swallowed the lump, forced a smile on her face and looked back at the girl. “Sorry, I hate him so much but then again … “ She knew this girl would know exactly what was going on inside of her.

“God, I just want to slap his bitch and castrate him in front of her!” Blade finally grabbing the drink and downed it. She looked upon Maria for a few moments before she reached up and pushed some of the hair away from the girls face. “May I buy you a drink?” Blade not having the slightest clue what the hell she was doing but she was just tired of hurting and wanted to have some fun. “I promise I will be a good girl!” She smiled while she picked at the seeds on top of the bun.

Jaz listened to the words coming from the mystery man, whom still lingered in the shadows. She licked over her lips and smiled at the man, even tho she was scared she wasn’t going to show it. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing that fear. She slowly began to think of the things that pissed her off to no end, trying to bring out that street tough side of her. Every one felt fear, even the toughest people in the world felt fear, the only difference between them and a weak person was just how they responded to that fear, and at the moment she was handling it.

Jaz’s glare shifted from the man in the shadows to Bruno, She bit the inside of her lip when the man began to undo his belt. “Really?” She forced herself to giggle. “That wrinkled up cock is suppose to get me to talk? It just makes me want to puke!” She rolled her eyes trying to stay tough. She watched the man stroke his cock a few times and it was beginning to get larder with each pump. ‘Holly shit!’ she murmured to herself. She knew that cock would rip her apart especially if he shoved it up her ass, but still she held her ground. “Yeah, well if you want to torture me with a cock, you better get someone bigger than a pencil dick to do it!” She yanked hard on the cuffs, cutting her wrist slightly.. “Why don’t we settle this like the gang bangers we are!” She hissed figuring she had a better chance at fighting the man gang style then being raped.

“So the true chicken shit color of the Kings come out, you have to rape a tied up bitch for you don’t have the Cahonies to fight her in the street with blades?” she spat trying to detour the rape by insulting the man’s ego that stood in the shadows.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Maria was surprised at Blades forthrightness. Was this woman hitting on her or was she just wanting some female companionship because of what had been done to her? Maria knew the feelings that she was experiencing all too well and knew how they could effect a person and how they could put a woman off men for awhile, yet she also knew her boss fancied this one. Still she didn't mind swinging both ways and Blade was beautiful.

It was only self preservation that kept her from flirting back with her. Oh she would let her buy her a drink and would even let the woman flirt with her all she wanted, but she would do her damned best to resist her.

"A drink sounds good," she said raising her hand and signalling another waitress to come over. She raised her eyebrow when she saw who it was sitting at the table but she knew better than to say anything. "I will have a scotch on the rocks and Mr Espandito's guest here will have another Blood red martini," she said, explaining the situation in just those few words. The waitress nodded and walked away no doubt to spread the word around.

"So tell me, just what are you looking for in a man then. C'mon just between us girls. I know it has to be something more than a big cock, although that is always a plus," she giggled.

Maso was impressed with the girl.That threat had broken most people and those it hadn't had usually sung by the time Bruno had his cock pressed against their assholes. Yet she had not only not broken but had challenged his manhood and offered to take him on in a knife fight. Maybe if she knew who he was she would not have done so but he was tempted to take her up on her offer. After all he was in a dilemma. If she was in league with Blade and she found out he had he raped by his man he would never have a chance with her, yet he had made a threat and if he backed down he would look weak and he could not have that.

"You know I like your Valor chica. You insult my man and myself even though we both know that monster would tear you up and leave you a bleeding mess. Please don't insult my intelligence again, after all I am paying you a complement."

He paused a moment then withdrew a hood from his pocket and placed it over his head and then removed his jewelry so he looked like a regular banger. He could do nothing about his suit but it was not so fancy that she would think he was nothing but a lieutenant or something.

"Very well I accept your offer. Blades it is, but we fight down here. Can't have you running out on me can I."

He stepped out of the shadows and gestured to Bruno to uncuff her. Then he threw her blade to her and pulled a similar blade out of his back pocket. He had another six secreted about his body all of differing lengths. He had earned the title of 'The Cuchillo' during his earlier days and more than one Crip had ended up with his throat cut by his blades.

"Very well chica let's see what you've got."

 

[AmberStar]

Trisha Nikolov will be Blades real name.

Blade noticed the arched brow of surprise upon Maria’s face. She knew what had flashed in the girls mind to get that reaction. First Blade wanted to tell her no that wasn’t the direction she was wanting to take the attractive woman, but with further thought she realized that even thou she never spent time with a woman before she wouldn’t turn it down right now if it surfaced up between them. She was hurting, pissed, hurting, pissed, but still … God only knows why! She still loved him.

Blade came back from her downward spiral, looked up from the bun that was missing most of the sesame seeds by now, into the gorgeous brown orbs of Maria. “Noo Love!” Blade reached out with her seed picking hand, and took a soft hold of Maria’s wrist. “I assume from that look of surprise your thinking that I’m hitting upon you, Well … I wasn’t but hey who knows. This has been one hell of a weird night!” Blade let go of the woman’s wrist with a slight blush going on for what just escaped over her lips. ‘What the hell am I doing!?’ Blade asked herself once more and like last time she had no fucking clue.

Blade wasn’t surprised when the girl didn’t respond to the latter half of the conversation, but moved on to accepting the offered drink. When the question came out on what Blade was looking for in a man she slowly pushed back into the both and turned and squared up to the table. Her eyes lowering toward the sandwich once more. “Well, the obvious one is being fucking faithful!” Blade hissed over her drying lips, her hand returned to her sandwich where she picked at the bun, pulled a piece off and stuck it into her mouth.

After she swallowed the piece, “Sorry love, I don’t mean to nip at you.” She took a quick glance at the girl before she dropped her eyes once more. “I guess the other things I look for are courtesy, respectful, … umm …” She rolled her eyes up toward the ceiling in thought, “Well the other obvious thing is looks of course!” Blade giggled lightly, “Umm … I don’t know maybe a little bad boy karma … I don’t know … Sometimes I think I listen to my cunt!” She laughed before straightening up when the waitress returned with their drinks.

“By the way, Everyone calls me Blade… A nickey that everyone has given me.” She wanted to change the subject. She comply wanted to get off the topic of men at the moment. “Considerate!” She added to the what she was looking for in a man while she addressed the waitress with a nod of thanks to her. Her hand moved over and seized the the drink. “You know Tron had all those qualities, even made my cunt wet the first time I saw him.” She let out a painful giggle. “Shit, look Maria … I just want to forget about what has happened this evening to what can happen this evening. I want to have some fun.” Blade pushed off the need to talk about men. “Lets dance!” She looked to the girl for her reaction to the suggestion.

JAZ looked at her blade when it came to a rest on the desktop. It’s rainbow colored finish reflected the light off in a gorgeous display. It was odd for at that moment a peace came over JAZ, she looked up from it after several long moments passed. A plan of attack crossed her mind, actually several did, but she played them all out before and came down to one plan. She was going to take Bruno out with a slash to his throat, that way when she begins to kick the Lt’s ass, she won’t have to worry about Bruno jumping in to save his boss and she can end this bastard’s life. Yeah, she liked this plan … She grabbed the knife and swirled …

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Maria realized that Blade needed to just blow off some of her pent up anger and forget about men for awhile, and dancing would certainly do that especially at this club. The music was a combination of some hot current dance hit's spiced up with some Latin beats and good old Dancing music,Like the Salsa and mambo and merengue. Hey the even threw in some Reggae and Caribbean music every now and again.

Taking the woman's hand she let her lead her out to the dance floor laughing. "If the only call you Blade then you should really tell me your true name girlfriend. I hate to dance with someone I don't know," she chuckled as they began to grind to the music.

It was fun just loosing herself to the beat with this woman. She was hot, knew how to move and god damn it was pushing all of her buttons. If Maso didn't get back here soon she was going to invite the girl back to her place real soon and damn the consequences.

Maso looked at the girl as she took her blade. he saw the wild look fade to calmness as soon as she had it back in her hand. Well, Well that was interesting. A true fighter then. This could be interesting. Bruno had begun his move towards the door after unlocking her when she struck, not at him as she was supposed to, but at Bruno. She launched a wicked swipe at the big man aiming for his neck, or at least where it had been. If he had not moved it would have sliced cleanly through his throat leaving him to bleed out on the floor. Instead it caught him on the shoulder opening up a wide gash that immediately began bleeding profusely.

The big man went down cursing in pain and a red mist enveloped Maso. Damn the woman. For all her talk of honor this is what she did! He lunged forward and slashed at her wrist forcing her to back up then twisted and slashed her other arm opening a long cut up her arm. It was shallow but it bled, a lot. he backed off seeing her expression. There was fight in her eyes but a touch of respect.

"You broke the rules Chica. The fight was between you and me and you tried to kill my friend there. I am going to have to mess you up for that."

Smiling behind his mask he moved in again and with a flurry of strokes he cut her leg, again shallow but again making it bleed. For the next five minutes they traded blows with Jaz ending up looking like a sliced bloody mess. However she had gotten a few cuts in and Maso was impressed. he had a small slice in his bicep and one across his leg. Very few people had been able to touch him proving how good she was.

He launched in again and was trading blows when Bruno groaned and almost collapsed. damn he was loosing too much blood, he needed help. He glanced that way but against an opponent like Jaz that was a mistake. She saw her opening and took it. Thrusting out she aimed for his heart and stabbed. however Maso was quick and regained his composure and moved. He blocked her thrust and twisted his body, deflecting her thrust so it hit his shoulder instead. It hurt like hell but it was better than being dead. As she withdrew her knife and grinned he looked at her with hard eyes then flew at her.

With a hard chop with his hand he sent her knife flying. He was behind her before she could blink and had her head wrenched backwards and his knife at her throat. "Well little girl you got me good, so good I had to get serious. No one has gotten me that riled up in awhile so congrats to you. Of course it is the last thing you are going to do."

He began to move the knife over her throat cutting her skin leaving a blood trail behind it then stopped. Hissing in her ear he began "No this is too easy. I think we should wait and see what we should do to you. I mean you tried to kill Bruno there so maybe we should just make you his new fuck toy to use over and over again until he breaks you, or maybe I will find some other like minded task for you. As of now your life is mine little baby Crip."

He pushed her away and then pushed a button on his keychain inside his pants pocket. Immediately two big burly men like Bruno walked in the door. They saw the scene and one grabbed the girl while one rushed over to Bruno.

"Take her to the cell," he said gesturing and Jaz, "We will decide what to do with her later. He walked over to Bruno and examined his wound. It was deep but clean and hadn't hit anything vital. If treated well the big guy should recover. "Take him to the hospital. Make sure he gets the best care, and I mean the best."

The man nodded and once he was gone Maso sighed and took his own shirt off. His wound was slight as only an inch of the blade had penetrated but it was going to need stitches. He threw the shirt in the bin then made his way up the secret stairs to his office. There he took a stiff drink then splashed some on the wound and sucked in a deep breath. Damn that hurt. Pulling out a first aide kit he grabbed a needle and thread and expertly stitched himself up, he had been doing this for years after all. Once he had finished he slapped on some antiseptic cream and a fresh bandage, cleaned himself up and put on a clean shirt.

Walking through to the main office he looked out the windows but didn't see maria or blade at their table. Looking around he found them on the dance floor and smiled. Well they looked like they were having fun. Grabbing a drink from his private bar he exited and made his way down into the club.

 

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Blade smiled feeling the soft hand of Maria slide into hers, the answer to her question about wanting to dance came by the actions of Maria as she pulled Blade up gently by the hand she held onto. Blade didn’t resist the move, in fact, she had welcomed it. It was time for her to have fun, not dwell upon the hardship that her life seemed to be cursed with. This was the turning point of her life.

Blade was taken in when Maria told her that it would only be fitting if her girlfriend knew her real name. Blade blushed for only a few moments before getting caught up in the music and the beauty of the girl slowly dancing with her. Blade’s orbs slowly drifted down the twirling frame of the girl and found that she liked what she saw. “My name is Trisha Nikolov.” She knew the next question would be are you Russian? Trisha was only half-Russian mixed with English blood.

Blade stepped into the swirling frame and why she did what she did was beyond her but she allowed her hands to slide up and down the sweet little Latin girls frame. The dirty dancing started to take it’s effect as Blade was really enjoying the dance with this girl, not to mention it was helping to ease the pain that she was dealing with on a more personal level. Blades gaze moved around the room taking in the male, female couples and found herself pitying them. She didn’t think she would ever trust a male again. Then she was confused when the image of Maso entered her mind.

‘Oh Fuck!’ JAZ shivered, her lips trembled for fear that her life was about to come to an end. The cold blade sliced through her soft skin like a hot knife through ice cream. She gurgled the spit that accumulated in her throat, the tears streamed down her face as she was waiting for death to claim her. She jumped upon the hissed words of Maso. She was confused and scared when he spoke that this was the easy way out, which could only mean one thing, a much slower death.

She tried to tell herself that she gave the good fight but that did fucking nothing for her, she made a bad call, she let her arrogance and ego get to big as with her mouth and now the hard resolve was about to take it’s payment, at least that is what she thought, her face twisted up in a painful, confused look when Maso pushed her away and called his goons in, then the order he gave them really knocked her for a loop. She was about to ask what was to come next when one of the goons grabbed her arm and yanked her out the door.

JAZ slid down the wall of the cell, lightly allowing the tension, the fear to escape with the tears that flowed down her cheeks. She wasn’t crying, or sobbing, she was just weeping with all that just happened, how close she was to death, a place she has never been till now. Then, like a strong person she was she wiped her tears away, pushed herself up and walked to the bars her mind was on Blade. She had to get out of her and get to Blade. She began to call out for someone to come to her!

Blade was only inches away from the sweet looking lips of her newly found friend when her eyes fell upon Maso. He was approaching them with a look that she had seen many times from many of her brothers gang members. He was hiding something, hiding behind a false face, another look she knew too well. “Well, it looks like th party is over for both sides, but one sides evening wasn’t as fun as ours!” Blade whispered into the beautiful earlobe of her dancing partner.