If he were here, beside me, I would slap him across the face to wake him from this dream.
"He he he. You are gonna take down Gucci? Who fucked with your brain?" He was insane. How would I be able to hack Gucci's system? I was good, but not that good.
"Baby," he cursed then corrected himself. I knew he would sweet-talk his was through. Clearly it was working because only hearing his voice made my heart melt."Farah, I'm not doing this alone. We have a whole group--gang with us. And besides, I don't make the rules here. We do as we are told."
"So you told the guy in-charge about me? Did you tell him that I would say yes to putting my whole future on the line for a life with druggie assholes?" I cupped my mouth. I couldn't believe what I said. Where is my filter???
He didn't say anything.
"I...I didn't mean it like that. Mike, I just hope you can understand"
"No, it's fine. I know I shouldn't drag you into this,"
I was pacing back and forth in my room. What will happen if I say yes? I could end up disowned by my family, charged, imprisoned, hurt, and maybe even dead. Maybe I was being a little too dramatic. But, all of these were possibilities, only if I get caught. So, if I say yes, I need to make sure I don't get caught. If I get caught, It would be the end of Farah Nikzaad.
But then, I thought that My life as a boring seventeen year old must end at one point. And besides, I could make some good money.
What should I do?
Micheal wasn't speaking and he didn't hang up. I assumed I needed to make a decision.
"Micheal?", I said." I'll do it"
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yeah. I just hope I don't end up in prison. Or dead."
He let out a laugh and told me to meet him tomorrow after work. I'll have to forge something, tell my parents I'm filling for someone.
"I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yes. If you come early, just sit, order something and I'll come join you. Okay?"
Friday 10:00 pm
She hung up and I put my phone away.
I took a couple more breaths of the smoke and threw it down, onto the concrete one storey below me.
When I entered the century-old building, music blasted into my ears. I followed the sound of chatter into the main hall where men and women were dancing. There was fog in the air and lights shooting at every direction. A couple individuals were drinking at the bar tables and some were drinking and dancing. The smell of sweat, booze, and cheap perfume filled my nostrils.
Rich people didn't come here. It was only the lower middle class and low class. The people who are truly beaten and worn down. Rarely do you find someone entering happy. They all enter sad and leave feeling nothing. No happiness and no pain. Simply nothing.
I made my way to Simon and the rest of the guys who were sitting at a table and drinking. I never liked to drink, I only smoke. A lot.
"Where you been, man?"Matt said drunkly. The lass word was slurred so I thought he would continue but when he didn't, I replied
"I talked to Farah," I said.
Matt stood from his seat and hopped onto the table, and threw himself off, running to the dance floor. I could see that his eighteen year old self drank too much.
"So, what she say," Simon questioned. He was the only one who wasn't drunk. He was busy on his phone.
I took a seat across from him and took out and lit up another smoke.
"She said she'll do it"
"Did you tell Gold?"
"Not yet," Honestly, I was scared to death of Gold. He is our boss and a leader who will be our angel of death if this plan doesn't go well.
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Roses and WeedRomance
A young Afghan-Canadian girl cannot be recruited into a gang. Can she? When her past comes strolling back into her life, this young hacker must get her hands dirty to free herself from troubles she chose to live with. Soon she realizes even when her...