Wildcat's POV
I stared down at the woman who sat on the couch.. the small 3 month old child being cradled and nurtured within her arms, as the father is somewhere within their house, drunk. I had to stop him from hurting her, and gave him a bruised shine on his right eye.. Faintly, I could hear the man throwing glass. But Her voice softly kept cooing the child to sleep as it awoken from the yelling.
Brooke and her boyfriend had gotten into an argument again right before I got back to their home.. It has been a week since I was ordered by Vanoss to retrieve her..
Apparently, the plan was finally coming to a conclusion.. Which made me pumped..
Vanoss, 2 years ago, was sentenced to life prison. The Police had caught him alone as they fixated and disguised as a group who wanted to make some deal involving drug deal and trading routes. It was amazing, that my companion was even capable of being caught off guard like that, had any of us been there, we wouldn't had to go through this.
I later found out that him and Brooke had a very passive aggressive fight... She apparently hated that he wasn't giving her enough attention, and wanted to break off their fucked up relationship.
He got annoyed and denied her that request.. and decided to leave the house for some deals to get his mind off of it.. Which had been foolish, as he was then detained an hour later..
The news was large within Los Santos, every News Channel had been talking about it for weeks.. I would know, I was there with Brooke as they showed him geared up wearing orange in court..
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Flashback-
The girl cried silently beside me, we all sat down around the couch completely in disbelief and sadness as we watched our Leader get imprisoned on live TV. Evan kept his cool... disregarding every accusation with a collected demeanor. Something we very much taught each other how to do... I came into the gang life 12 years ago, at the age of 18, with Evan as my only companion.
Through our ups and downs we conquered Los Santos.. We used to be lowlife thugs..
'We really truly are so thankful that one of the biggest and deadliest gang leaders in Los Santos is being put behind bars for life as of today. The police are still waiting for information any other gang members that may have been involved with his dealings but so far, they have nothing.'
With Vanoss now prisoned, this was a huge problem to our deals and gang rivalries. He was not considered dead to us.. So, I wasn't the new leader just yet..
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The next two years, we made a network to communicate with one another.. He created a reputation within his line of cellmates.. His 'visitors' were completely thought out and good with the group, we used them as messengers.
Eventually, he made it clear he wanted everyone to go on their own life.. He didn't know how long until he was capable of setting up a clean break out. So, everyone was forced to go their own ways until other wise ordered.
20 months later, I was then ordered to group up everyone as the plans were now completed and looked over thoroughly... Finding everyone had been an adventure of its self.. Brooke was the hardest to find. Come to find out she was with some low life scumbag barely able to keep his job at an office. Vanoss was going to be livid once he found out Brooke had moved on... Let alone had a child with this pathetic drunk loser.
She still held the youthful glow about her, her hair was now short and brown, but her smile had faded. The once bright smile had turned into a half pathetic smile.. But tears filled her eyes when she saw me, and for a moment, I felt deja vu.
Ever since Evan left, Brooke hasn't been the same- obviously affected her a lot.
"Vanoss. He wants you to come back.." My voice was low, not knowing when the drunken idiot would barge in. Brooke didn't even bother to glance up at me.. focused on relaxing her child.
"We talked about this Wildcat.. I have a family now.."
"You've had a family for the past 10 years-.."
She was silent.
"I am not taking no for an Answer, Brooke."
"Well, you are going to have to."
"Like hell I am." I mumbled.. Soon drifting out of the living room and into her bedroom where the boyfriend laid on the bed, sweaty and staring off into space. A blunt of marijuana burning out on the sheets.
How the hell did this man-child pull Brooke-.?
Better get this over with before Vanoss took matters into his own hands.. That'd be a gory sight.
Pulling out my pistol, I squeezed the trigger without a second thought. Another bloody body added to the mix..
I had a feeling Brooke already knew what that gunshot meant. It meant she was being forced to go back to her old life.
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Vanoss' POV
My blood pumped with a fire I was forced to dwindle down for 2 years.. A fire that could've burned me alive had I not be prepared to handle it.
I found myself laughing hysterically, even if there was a bullet in my arm... It felt amazing to be free once again.. We were now in the air.. having gotten completely away from the military..
Nogla flew the chopper and I stayed in the back seat, next to Terrorizer, Lui, Marcel, and Wildcat as they pumped up their fists and howled. Ohm, Delirious, Cartoonz, and Mini flew within another chopper, I could hear them also howling within my headset..
'Fuck yeah!'
'We did it boys!'
'Let's go the fuck home!'
I couldn't help but the chuckle and grin, it felt amazing to be back.
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Brooke's POV
I could hear the laughter and cheering coming from the living room. I could almost make out his voice and his very laugh. It was all muffled as I stayed cooped up in Vanoss' old room. I hadn't been at the house in 2 years and yet Nothing has changed since we were separated..
His room had still been left the way it was the night he gotten locked up.
Flash Back -
"Please Vanoss...I can't keep this going.. I love you but Its obvious you don't want to be with me. "
He completely ignored me, obviously not wanting to deal with me but it hurt to see him be unfaithful.. and I would allow him that freedom if he would just let me go and not force me into loving him. He was cheating again.. Not that it mattered.. Because he cheated whenever he wanted.
He didn't care that it hurt me.
He didn't care that I wanted to leave.
He didn't care that I knew.
This man held no empathy.
"You are not leaving, Brooke." His voice was stern and his glare was serious. It was obvious the man wanted to just go to bed and not deal with anything.
"Is this your idea of a relationship..?"
Still no answer.
"So, it would be okay if I cheated then.."
Once again, he looked up at me, his glare becoming worst. I knew it was the wrong thing to say but I wanted a response. He lifted himself up from the bed and I instantly felt his hand grasping my neck. His anger evident and scary. Each digit of his became tighter and tighter, it was useless attempting to pry his grip away..
He didn't let go until a few minutes passed, still he refused to verbally respond, it was all within his body language- words were not needed..
"O-Okay.." I whimpered, getting light-headed, my grasp on his lone wrist becoming desperate.
"Go to bed."
The pressure released and the man took a step back to leave- instantly slamming the door behind him. I was now alone with bruises on my neck and in tears.
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I didn't know it would have been the last time I saw him for the next 2 years.. Had I knew I wouldn't of been so passive aggressive.
Now, I was scared. Did he know that I moved on? Did Wildcat tell him? Did he know I had a child..?
I looked at my baby laying on the bed next to me, She had been giggling and staring off into space, influenced by the happy atmosphere coming from the living room.
Did she know that her biological father was dead? I wouldn't dare start crying about him being shot.. not in front of my leaders, never.
I sat up on the bed, my thumb petting her brow bone. Wildcat had told me to stay in here as Vanoss would probably want to speak with me privately. I was scared for her safety, What would he do or say?? I wouldn't be able to control him..
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An hour later as things settled down and everyone was caught up, I had be nosing around around his desk. Looking at anything to bring back my memories of my family.. I haven't heard from anyone but Wildcat.. My fingers shifted through his business deal contracts, but stopped as I came across a sticky note written with feminine handwriting, and stuck to an important document file.
'Please get some sleep tonight, Vanoss.
♡ - Brooke '
Instantly, I heard the door gently click open.. My heart stopped as I looked up to see my Leader for the first time in 2 years. He eyed me but a subtle smile was given..
Evan had been obviously malnourished, very skinny but very well toned and muscled, assuming he lifted weights in prison.. His arm was wrapped up, assuming from a wound he had while breaking out..
A long scar dressed his jaw, as if someone had punched him in the face and it healed but left a receipt. He had scruff and what seemed darker eyes. Those eyes took a look around but I instantly removed myself from his desk and took a few steps towards the man.
"Been a long time.."
"Y-Yeah.."