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    You and Me – (Chapter: Declarations of Love: Part 2)

    The familiar clanking, riveting, yelling and laughter could be heard within the garage of Revolution Custom Auto Shop. One of the many legacies of Darren Bearclaw, Revolution was built with blood, sweat, and tears by Darren and his brother Jack and though he might have passed on, his spirit lingered in the hearts of the employees and the walls adorned with his pictures.

    Dano and Gideon sat in the office snacking on French fries, blue jumpsuits opened to reveal their white-beaters with grease stains covering their attire and smudges on their faces. There conversation drifted from school, to work, to family, and other safe topics before it finally made its way to the subject they had been dancing around.

    “It’s gonna start on Friday.” Gideon said simply as he took a bite out of his fry.

    Daniella sighed, running a hand over her braids and leaning back in the chair. She had been waiting for the moment, the beginning of the end. “You told anyone?”

    “Not yet. I’m gonna hit up Axis, 8ball, Sean and Boz and work my way from there. But the first move is gonna be around the school. We’re gonna push those dealers off of those blocks and move our way in.”

    “You know this’ll cause a whole lot of shit at King, right?”

    “Yeah, that’s why we’re doin all the major muscle work over the weekend. Once we get rid of them, then we can work on the ones inside the school.”

    She nodded at his logic. On Friday would be the start of their massive campaign to get rid of Trent Street Mafia and Skinny Jim along with it; Deception, coercion, conversion, and violence would all be implemented in the grand scheme. It would go down in the history books as either one of the most well thought out plans or the biggest catastrophes in gang related activity that Los Angeles had ever seen. The whole idea was frightening but it had to be done, and it had to be done now.

    Leaning forward she rested her arms on the table between them and looked at her hands. They were calloused on the palms and fingertips but soft on the topside; Small scars marred her knuckles, reminders of the battles she had fought in the past against others and herself. Soon they would be ripped open and covered in blood which would then be wiped away with money, and after that, well hopefully they would be holding another set of hands, more delicate and smoother than hers.

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    2. i only reccently started reading the fics on this site(needless to say i’ve become addicted), but i just had to let you know that this is definitely in my TOP 3 of favs! thanks for being awesome. keep updating PLEASE?

    3. Oh awesome. You posted!!! I’m so happy. I love this story. I wonder what the note from Madison said, and what is gonna go down at King High. Can’t wait for more. PMS PLZ

    4. Oh awesome. You posted!!! I’m so happy. I love this story. I wonder what the note from Madison said, and what is gonna go down at King High. Can’t wait for more. PMS PLZ

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