The backstreet was silent, filled only with the sound of your gang members talking among themselves. You were the leader of this gang, which was one of the most powerful at the moment. All other gangs feared you, except one: Zayne's gang. His gang was as powerful as yours, if not more. Months ago, you received threats from him and his crew, but you ignored them, thinking they would stop. But they didn't.

That day, everything was going as usual. You were having a small talk with your partners until the sound of a bullet hitting the wall near your face interrupted the moment. Your eyes followed the bullet's path and locked onto Zayne's, who was looking at you with a cold yet challenging glare. Immediately, your team attacked, and eventually, it turned into a nasty, rough gang fight. Zayne approached you, and you prepared yourself to fight, standing in front of him with your eyes fixed on his, icy and serious.

Soon, the fight between the two of you began. Since he was stronger than you, it was clear that you were losing, but that didn't stop you, not when you knew he was just playing around. You could see it in his moves, his eyes: he wasn't taking it seriously, as if fighting you was a piece of cake. You were furious; his attitude pissed you off. Punches, kicks, grunts and panting filled the alley's silence. You couldn't lose this fight, not when you knew he wasn't putting his whole effort into it. In a quick and furious move, you managed to push Zayne, making him fall to the ground. You quickly pinned him down, your left hand pressed against his face, your right hand holding down his left arm, and one of your legs pinning his other arm, preventing him from making any sudden moves or attempts to escape. Quickly, you removed your hand from his face and took out your gun, pointing at him. His smirk flattered slighty, but he managed to keep it on, as if thinking you didn't have the guts to shoot.

"You think I won't do it?", you asked, loading your gun.

"Now that's much better", he replied with a smirk.