Hell's Angels

kellin quinn runs clairemont academy. he's had control over the whole school since he moved to london with his mother and his step-father 7 years ago at the tender age of 11. he decides what happens and when and he can ruin your reputation with the snap of a finger. so what happens when the stress of running the whole school gets too much?

vic fuentes runs hell's angels, one of the most notorious gangs in london. they're involved in drug trafficking, murders, robberies and even full-fledged heists. so what happens when a little emo kid who claims to run his school comes to him looking for a stress-relief?


7. Hard

*song of chapter: Hard by Rihanna ft. Young Jeezy*



In the few days that I’d been suspended so far, I’ve been dealing on the streets. A few times when the deals were more important I’d go with Jaime but I hadn’t been with Vic until now.


We were on a deal that was apparently incredibly important so Vic, Jaime, Angel and Mike were here with me. I wasn’t exactly sure why it was so important but once I saw the size of the guns they were all carrying around, I decided not to question it.


All I knew was that we were selling to another gang and it was a lot of it. I wasn’t told what it was so I’m pretty sure it was probably some hard drug that I didn’t want to be involved in.


“I don’t know how you guys usually do things but this isn’t the most thrilling outing I’ve ever had.” I sighed, scratching the back of my head.


“Wait until the other gang show up.” Angel smiled at me.


Ever since I’d pretty much been in the gang she was actually being a lot nicer to me. I can understand why to be honest; she’s actually a really cool person to hang around with. If I could just forget about the fact that, judging by the tear shaped tattoo by her left eye, she’s killed people, we could probably be pretty good friends.


“What’s the name of the gang?” I asked, trying to make conversation.


“Knock Out Kings.”

“And you need these big guns why?” I frowned.


“They aren’t exactly the most trustworthy gang in the city.” Mike sighed, “They’ve betrayed us in the past.”


“Why would you deal with them again?”


“Oh my God, stop asking so many questions.” Angel cut in before Mike could answer, “Honestly, the less you know the better. You don’t need to get involved in this life.”


I didn’t really know what to say after that and just stood there with a confused look on my face, hoping someone else would change the subject.


“Look, kid,” Angel placed a hand on my shoulder, her voice softer now, “you said you’re smart right? You’re still young, you’re only 18. You could do things with your life. Just do this dealing thing until Vic’s satisfied you’ve paid off your debt and then leave. Go to college or some sh*t yeah?”


I smiled at her and nodded.


“If you two are quite done being emotional, Ben’s just got here.” Mike interrupted.


“Who’s that?” I asked.


“Again with the questions,” Angel went back to her usual cold demeanor, “The leader of Knock Out Kings, Ben Bruce. It used to be another guy, Danny, but he’s gone now.”

“He died?”


“No one knows; he just up and left one day.” She shrugged as we walked over to where everyone else was stood.


“Angel, it’s been a while.” A guy with shaggy brown hair, I assumed it was Ben, said.


“Benjamin.” She nodded in response.


“Ooo, formal.” Another guy stood behind Ben teased.


All of them had visible tattoos that trailed down their arms. I couldn’t make out what they were but I could see demons and what I presumed to be Latin words in cursive font.


“At least we’re still on a first name basis.” Ben smirked, “I thought we were closer than this though.”


“You know the only thing holding us together was Danny.” Angel spat.


“Don’t be so pathetic. He wasn’t cut out for this, he never was.” Ben took a step towards Angel and everyone physically tensed.


“He led you for seven years.” Angel chuckled.


“He was selfish. He let us go down, remember? We did fucking time together and whilst we were rotting in our cells he was doing jack shit to get us out and you know it.” Ben’s voice rose until he was yelling at the end of his sentence.


This was the first time I’d ever seen Angel speechless and let me tell you I don’t think I ever want to see it again. She clearly didn’t know what to say but the look she had in her eyes was murderous. I can honestly say I don’t know how Ben wasn’t shaking in his boots.


In that moment everyone was so concentrated on the two of them that I was the only one who heard the sirens; the police sirens.


“Shit,” I muttered, “Vic, the police are coming.”


Vic looked over to the entrance of the alleyway just as a cop car pulled into the back lanes, red and blue lights casting shadows on the red brick walls.


When Angel finally spoke up, what came out of her mouth wasn’t what I was expecting at all, “You fucking traitor.”


“What?” Mike whispered.


“He fucking set us up!” Angel yelled, lifting her gun and pointing it at Ben.


“Angel, we ain’t got time we need to go.” Jaime urged.


Just before she pulled the trigger, one of Ben’s men jumped in front of him, taking half a dozen bullets in his chest. More sirens were behind us now and I was pretty sure I could hear helicopter blades whirring too.

“You’re dead to me!” Was the last thing I heard Angel yell before we all took off running in the opposite direction.


I was still trying to process what I had seen. I saw a guy get killed, sure he was a criminal, but he was still a human. He probably had a family, he was somebody’s son.


“Kellin, hurry the fuck up!” Vic shouted at me.


I don’t know how they expected us to escape, there were police cars in all directions and two helicopters were on us now. I was actually thinking about just stopping and letting the police take me in, this would’ve been one of the only things on my record, I’d be fine.


Then I saw the black escalade pull up in front of us and we all piled in as quickly as possible. I didn’t even stop to see who was in the driver’s seat, I figured if Angel and the guys trusted them then it was good enough for me.


We pulled off, definitely driving almost double the speed limit; everyone was firing guns out of the window. That was when I realised what I was involved in. This was more than just selling weed; this was hard drugs, millions of pounds and actual guns that fired real bullets.


Angel sat back to load her gun and she turned to me and smiled, “Having fun?”


*    *    *


“You okay kid?” Mike asked when we were back at the mansion.

“Not really.” I sighed.


He sat down next to me and pulled out a carton of cigarettes, holding it out to me.


I took one and smiled slightly, “Thanks.”


The brown haired man pulled out a lighter and lit it for me before lighting his own.


“If it means anything to you, we were all like this when we first got involved. Except for Angel, she’s just psychotic.” Mike smiled.


“I heard that!” Angel shouted from the next room.


Mike chuckled slightly before turning to me again, “You won’t be involved with us for much longer, okay? You only owed 20, you’ll be gone in a few days. You’ll never see another gun again.”


I nodded slowly, “I don’t know how you guys can run like that if you’re smokers.”


“We all work out every day. You’ve got too if you wanna be useful in this world.” Mike shrugged before standing up and walking into the other room.


I sat for a few moments just trying to sort everything out in my mind.


“Mike’s right.” I heard from behind me.

I turned around to see Vic walking over and sitting down next to me.


“You won’t be involved for any longer. Some people just can’t stomach this shit, I know I still can’t.” He laughed.


“Seriously?” I raised my eyebrows.


“Why the fuck do you think I hire hitmen instead of doing it myself?” Vic retorted.


I laughed lightly before I realised how damn close we were. I turned my head to look at him and our faces were mere inches apart. Vic’s eyes flicked down to more lips and he began leaning closer.


My eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed against mine.

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