"Alright guys, head out to the east," Trevor said to the newbies, "we'll be going west," he said and looked at Richard, Oliver and I.

Trevor got onto his bike, I got onto mine, Richard got into his mustang, and Oliver in his truck.

We started heading out together and headed west.

I sighed slightly as we waited in traffic. Trevor spoke to me over the Bluetooth headset, "What's up?" He asked.

"Not much, just traffic is annoying is all," I stated.

"You can say that again," Richard said annoyed.

"When we find those fucking Dzhuan, we're gonna have a lot of fun," Oliver chuckled.

Richard chuckled, "Hell yeah we are."

"I think I see one on a bike up ahead," Trevor said. We all looked and saw the leather jacket branded with the name and a big cross design on the back.

"Let's follow them," Oliver said and we started following them as soon as the light turned green.

I was getting up close behind the guy. "Fall back a bit Marti, we don't know if he has a gun on him," Trevor said.

I slowed down at bit and rode next to Trevor as we followed this guy all the way to a building. We parked a bit back behind another building and watched him go in.

"You think this is a hideout?" Richard asked, "it seems like it."

"Agreed," Oliver said.

"Lets head in," Trevor chuckled as we started walking towards the building.

Trevor knocked on the door and a guy with glasses opened it up, "who the fuck are you?" He asked annoyed.

"The grim reaper," Trevor said with a sly tone and shot the guy in the forehead. We stepped in, "two to the right, two to the left," Trevor said as he started walking to the right. Richard joined him. Oliver and I went to the left with our guns drawn.

Oliver shot at the first person he saw and started laughing maniacally, "shouldn't have left that pigs head at our door!" He yelled out as he shot another person.

I gulped and continued walking with him down another hallway. I yelped as I was snatched into a room, a hand went over my mouth and my blood ran cold as I felt cool metal pressed against my temple.

"Drop the gun," the person behind me said. I dropped it and put my hands up annoyed. Oliver was banging on the door that was being held closed by another person.

How the fuck did I get snatched so easily, how did I not see them. What the hell.

"Good," the person said and started pulling me back more.

"Give him back you ugly fuck!" Oliver shouted as he started kicking at the door. He shot through the door and ended up hitting the person in the neck that was holding it. The person fell down, screaming in pain as Oliver got through the door and pointed his gun at the person holding me.

The person cocked the gun, "unless you want his brains to decorate the wall, drop it," he threatened.

Oliver groaned annoyed and dropped the gun, "give him back," he snarled.

"Nah," the guy said and shot Oliver in the leg. Oliver yelled out in pain and grabbed his leg. The person ran away with their hand around my neck, yanking me out of the building quickly.

Oliver had his gun back in his hand and tried shooting at the person but missed. "Trevor! Richard!" Oliver shouted out.

I was shoved into a van and a gun was pointed in my face, "how many you get in there?" The man asked.

"I didn't shoot anyone," I said annoyed.

He pistol whipped me in the face and shoved me to the van floor as I felt it driving away. "Be honest you little prick," he snarled as he pointed it to my head.

"I am being honest," I said and glared up at him.

"Just tie the fucker up, we'll figure out what to do with him later," someone else said.

I sighed annoyed as the man over me pulled his gun back, putting it in his holster and grabbed the duct tape, then wrapped it around my wrists.

He placed a piece over my mouth, "you'll be screaming later," he chuckled and sat down next to me. I closed my eyes in anger.

I never thought I'd be kidnapped... again.

———

The van suddenly stopped and the door opened, "oh so this is Trevor's toy?" The man outside asked.

Why do I recognize his voice... he sounds eerily familiar to a guy Trevor used to buy from when they first started.

"Come on cutie pie," he said and yanked me out by my wrists and pulled me towards an abandoned looking building. I looked around and saw we were in the middle of nowhere.

Great. I'm gonna get fucking tortured, then murdered.

I was sat in a chair and the tape was ripped off my wrists and I was quickly cuffed to a chair by my ankles and wrists.

"So Marti, do you know why you're here?" The man asked as he leaned into my face, the faint smell of cigar smoke tickled my nostrils.

I looked at him blankly. He chuckled and ripped the tape off my mouth quickly. I grunted out in slight pain at the sting on my lips.

"Gonna stay quiet the whole time?" He asked. I kept staring at him as he laughed again. "Fine, but we have ways to make you talk you know."

I kept my mouth shut and looked around at the men around me, all wearing the Dzhuan insignia on their jackets.

"You know you guys wouldn't be hit so easily if you didn't make it obvious who you're with," I chuckled.

A hard slap on my cheek left my skin on fire. "Smart ass mouth you got," the man growled at me.

"Thank you," I said with a smirk. I earned a punch to the gut and coughed out slightly. I heaved back in my breath.

"Still wanna run that mouth?" He asked.

"Maybe," I grunted out.

Another person sighed annoyed and placed a hot cigarette next to my neck. I looked at it then looked up at him.

"Do it," the man in front of me said.

I yelled out in pain as the burning nicotine was pressed against my skin, ash falling down my shirt and burning my body.

The man in front of me chuckled, "so talk to me Marti," he said as he got down on his knees in front of me.

"You look good on your knees," I snapped at him with a smile. I yelled out as I felt a fist to the side of my head, my ear ringing intensely after. My shirt was ripped down my body, exposing my shoulders and my chest.

My hair was grabbed and my head was yanked back. I started panting out in pain as I felt another cigarette being put out on my shoulder.

"Where do you run drugs?" The man in front of me asked.

"To your mothers house," I snarled at him. He stood up and kicked me in the collarbone, I yelled out and chuckled slightly, "you think that will get me to speak? I've been through way more than this," I growled at him.

Trevor has put me through way more intense torture and beatings than this. This is like a walk in the park for me at this point. They can do their worst and it still wouldn't match what Trevor has done to me in the last three years.

He gripped my hair and pulled me forward, "yo boss, look at his back," one of them said.

He looked over at my back, "What the fuck?" He said quietly.

I looked up at him with a sly smile, "told you," I said as I coughed out slightly. He punched me in the gut repeatedly until I started coughing out a bit of blood. It splattered on my shirt and jeans as I was heaving in pain.

He shoved me back and sighed annoyed, "you're willing to die for that shitbag?" He asked.

"Sure," I said and spit blood out on the floor.

"We'll find a way," he said annoyed and walked off. The rest of them joined, I saw three men walk with the boss into a separate part of the building.

I sat for a few minutes catching my breath and they returned with baseball bats. I snorted and rolled my eyes.

"Are we playing a round of baseba-" I started. Suddenly a gunshot came from nowhere, knocking the boss down, then three more, knocking the rest down, making them all drop their bats on the way down.

The boss stirred and struggled to get up, "What the hell?!" He yelled out.

"You see, Josh, you can't win against me," Trevor said from behind me. He smiled down at me and his smiled quickly faded when he looked at all the blood on me.

"Is Marti okay?" Richard asked as he ran up. "Oh shit," he whispered and uncuffed me quickly.

"Thank you," I said to him.

Trevor turned to Josh slowly and started walking over to him. Trevor pulled out his pocket knife and grabbed Josh by his hair. He started slicing into his face and threw him to the side and started stomping his foot down onto Josh's ribcage.

Richard helped me stand as I looked at Trevor. "Trevor!" I shouted as one of the guys pushed himself up and started reaching for his gun. Trevor pulled out his gun quicker and shot him in the forehead. The guy fell to the ground.

Trevor looked back at Josh and smiled with malice. "I'm gonna have so much fun stringing you up piggy," he snarled as he grabbed Josh by his collar and started dragging him out of the building.

We all walked out and I got into Richards mustang as Trevor tied Josh up and threw him in Oliver's truck, then put a tarp over him. Trevor got onto his bike and we all followed him home.

I sighed and sat back in the comfy seat. "Is Oliver okay? He got shot in the leg," I said.

"He's good, just a slight wound, the bullet went past so it didn't stay in thankfully. You alright?" Richard asked as he lit a blunt and handed it to me.

"Yeah, I'm real good," I said and took a long hit.

I handed it back but he held up his hand, "don't worry about me, you took a hell of a beating back there," he said as he looked at the burns on my neck and shoulder.

I chuckled, "nothing as bad as what Trevor does at times."

Richard shook his head with a slight laugh, "well, Trevor is going to do much worse to him," he said as we pulled onto a different street.

I smiled and let the smoke leave my lips slowly.

"I hope so."