You're Going Down

Gemini is a gangster by night and a normal teen by day, second in command of one of the most powerful gangs in New York. Sienna is a professional spy, intent on bringing crime down. Red's just been in too many bad places in her life... What happens when all three meet?

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7. Game On

Gemini's POV

I fell onto my pillow like bed and processed the information. Someone's selling us out? Flipping. Hell... At the thought of a traitor made my blood boil and my hands curl up into fists. Who dares...? Unless they have a death wish. If it's that then it's cool. Not. ARGH. Seriously? SELLING US OUT. I through my pillow across the room in frustration, it landed with a dull thud on the floor. I am resorting to throwing pillows. I climbed out of bed and strode over to my balcony door. I threw open the double doors and stepped out into the cool night air. The stars shined as if they were taunting me, making me look at their high positions from down here. Suddenly I heard a knock, just one. Okay...

I looked across the large garden, to the opposite house and saw Nate motioning something. Did I mention we both lived in huge houses opposite each other? No? I gave him a questioning look. He made the sign of a gun and speed. Oh. Gang action. I nodded enthusiastically and quickly ran back into my room and whipped out my gang gear. I quickly threw on my usual leather jacket, skirt and boots and grabbed two pistols and a mini AK-47. Time for some action. I quickly trundled down the stairs. My parents were on business now thankfully, they didn't know anything about the gang. And they also thought that Nate was just a great friend. How naive they are... I chuckled to myself, opening the door to my weapons chamber and grabbing my twin daggers and slipping them in the small belts laced around my thighs. I locked the door behind me and took the usual route to the houses. But when I got to the gang destination I just stood there shocked. My jaw almost hitting the floor, and my eyes as wide as saucers. The gang cellars were blown up, signs that the police were here. The b*stards. How dare they? Oh. Now it's on. It is so on.

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