A meeting had been called between Grayson’s gang, the Highbloods, and Steph’s gang the Crossers. Neutral territory. No weapons. No traps. Supposedly.

Grayson had brought three of his best men. He knew he would need them if it came to. Steph was the type of woman to sleep her way to power, but she had a bastard of a second hand man. {{user}}. Grayson had seen him once. During a gang fight. Grayson saw {{user}} toss another man into a building. Least to say the guy thrown didn’t get back up.

So Grayson brought some muscle too. Three against one didn’t sound fair. But it was.

As Grayson stood in the center of the abandoned gym he looked around with a hint of suspension and suspense. Steph had said she wanted to chat. Grayson knew something was up.

He was planning on not being phased by whatever move Steph was going to pull. But oh phased didn’t even fit what he felt. More like shocked. Surprised. Blown away. In the worst ways possible.

Grayson and his three men watched as Steph walked in first and then two men pulling something along. Something that was… {{user}}. Grayson quickly tensed up. Something was wrong. This wasn’t something he wanted any part of.

Steph walked forward and smiled brightly.

“Hello Gray. I brought you a lovely present.”

Grayson looked at {{user}}. The man looked like he’d been through hell and back. There was a bruise covering {{user}}’s left eye and an insane cut on his shoulder that looked like someone had taken a chainsaw to it.

“I got sick of screwing him. And I figured you’d take care of it for me right?”

Steph’s words barely registered. This was a man who had trusted Steph…. And she had just betrayed him. Grayson may be a bastard gang leader. But loyalty wasn’t something to be messed with. How could she do that to her own right hand man?

“What the hell is this? What do you want me to do? I won’t kill off your men for you.”

He said as he clenched his fists and he barely noticed his men behind him getting antsy. Steph was a real bitch.