Chapter three.

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A/N: Let's clear something up. A lot of you have been messaging me about this book. And I have one thing to say about that. I KNOW DE LA ROSA IS NOT THE MOST DEADLIEST GANG IN THE WORLD. That title belongs to MS-13. This is a fictional gang with fictional characters. So, please, if it bothers you that much, image that De La Rosa is MS-13, or you can image De La Rosa is the biggest gang in the United States, 18th Street Gang.

Thank you for reading.


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I know that I should probably say something, to keep myself from looking like a gaped mouth idiot, but my tongue refused to move

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I know that I should probably say something, to keep myself from looking like a gaped mouth idiot, but my tongue refused to move. Jet black hair, perfectly tanned skin, gorgeous pink lips, a jaw line sharper than a knife, and tattoos that almost covered his entire body.  I have to admit, Cole Ryder is one good-looking fella. I mean, I've seen some of his pictures before, and he looked fairly attractive in them, but now that I see him in person, I'm lost for words. He almost didn't seem real.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Jessie asked while still looking at Ryder.

What are we going to do? The truth is, if I'm being completely honest, I don't have a clue. Jessie and I had already mapped out our entire plan, well sort of, but now that the main source is right in front of our eyes, we have to rethink everything. As of right now, I only have one thing I think will get us recruited, and that is Micheal Johnson, my shitty no-good brother.

"You remember what I told you about my foster brother, Mikey?" I asked turning to look at him.

"About him joining a gang?"

"Yeah. Do you remember the name of the gang?"

He thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No. I don't. You told me about him so long ago."

"He joined Steppers más mortales. A Mexican gang lead by Frank Lucas."

"Frank Lucas?" Jessie asked as he raised an eyebrow.  "Cole Ryder's arch enemy?" He looked at me for confirmation. I nodded. "What epic plan is forming in that brain of yours, Coleman?"

I glanced at the sexy Gang Leader who sat across the room smoking a Black & Mild with a face a fortune teller couldn't even read. This guy deserves the hype. I can see why none of TSS agents can take him down, they're too distracted by his angelic face, but I can guarantee you, I won't fall for the trick that is Cole Ryder. It's going to take a lot more than a pretty face to make me loose this case.

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