Westside

Chapter 12 - I'm fast as fuck boiiiii

Dylan

Axel, Charlie, Reggie, Ryder and I were racing down Gold Street when I pulled over. The stopped in a circle around me and we removed our helmets.

"Take these boys," I hand each of them a comms unit, aka earpiece, and put mine on. "They're programmed to the same channel, so we can talk to each other during our ride. C'mon let's go to my house."

They nod and we're off again, this time I'm leading up ahead, telling them directions through the earpiece.

"Hey Dylan?"

"What's up Reggie?"

"Do you like pineapple on pizza?"

"HELLS NO! THAT'S A SIN REGGIE!"

"Someone marry her."

"Charlie if you say that again your future wife will leave you because you won't be able to have children."

"Ryder chill out."

"Shut the fuck up Axel."

"Guys we're here."

"...no! I wanna be best man!"

"Reggie stop I'm gonna be best man!"

"Charlie and Reggie shut up it's gonna be me."

"AXEL REGGIE AND CHARLIE SHUT THE FUCK UP! WE'VE ARRIVED AT MY HOUSE!" I scream.

"Wait but this isn't the apartment this is a fucking mansion?" Ryder asks and I smirk whilst taking my helmet off.

"The apartment is Maggie's spare place. This is our actual residence. Welcome! Oh also this is also the American mafia base fyi. I forgot to tell you. I used to also be the boss but that was too stressful so now I'm just a member while one of my older friends leads."

I turn back and realize they're staring at me.

They speechless. Again. Great.

Shut up Bridget it's your fault I forgot, you're my subconscious

oh sure! blame it allllll on me

I will thank you very much

uhh Dyl? They're coming

Shit I'm talking out loud aren't I

"Yes you are princess. Y'know you give your subconscious a voice too? It's a perfect American accent, but your natural voice is slightly british, slightly Southern, and a little bit Manhattan-ish," Ryder says and rubs my arms.

"Hold on. WHAT?" I shriek. "I say what Bridget is thinking?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck."

I shake my head and lead them inside.

To see Emma and her father with guns out.

Quickly, I pull mine from underneath my dress and load it. The boys look at me but I put a finger to my lips and motion for them to stay hidden but close to me.

"...SO TELL ME WHERE YOUR LEADER IS!" Her father shouts, aiming at TJ.

"If you knew how to use your eyes, you'd see I'm right here dummy," I say with my firearm aimed. He spins around. "Where's my money Robert?"

"I'm not giving it to you!"

"HA! You're funny. Give me the $50k."

"He's not gonna hand it over bitch," Emma says and I sigh before shooting her arm. She falls down and screams in agony. The boys try to hold in their laughter.