Try your luck with the gang members

Walking around in this labyrinth of ugly, half broken buildings will get you nowhere. In worst care you even miss the next buss. These gang members may be dangerous, but there is no reason for them to be hostile towards you. And maybe they have bigger problems than harassing you. You walk straight towards them and give your best to look self-assured. However, the fact that there are four of them and you are alone making you more than just a little nervous. You hope they don’t notice it.

The gang members look at you suspicious when you walk at the street they guard. You are not sure if there are some gang intern laws that makes your behavior disrespectful. But the guys quickly leave their place at the side of the street and block your way. They are all guys between 18 and 30 years. Three latinos and a black guy, so it seems the gang has mixed races. As much as you know, this is not very common.

One of the guys wears a base cap with a logo you don’t know. Despite this, they all wear hoodies in red and dark yellow. One of the guys has a bandage around his right hand and another one has two long scars that go from his nose to his left ear. You know this kind of scars. He was hit by a club with rivets or nails on it. You can see one of them has something hidden under his hoodie, most likely a gun. Another guy has a long knife and plays with it while watching you. And the black guy has a baseball bat. But at least it is a normal one.

“You must have a very good reason to walk around here alone, chica,” a latino guy, who you suppose to be the leader, says calm but also a little threatening, “the area is dangerous. Especially for girls. You don’t look like an urban amazon. If you are one, you better turn around and leave. This is hermano territory.”

“Yeah, you lesbian bitches can snuggle each other in your own area,” the guy with the knife says sharp and sounds like he is high, “or are you looking for some cocks? We can help you with this.”

“I’m not with them,” you reply quickly, even if you are not sure this was smart, “I don’t even know them. I’m not from here. I just want to the bus stop. But maybe you want to tell me about them.”

“Then it is even more stupid to walk around here,” the leader says and crosses his arms, “the urban amazons are a bunch of violent lesbians who believe they can play with the big guys. If big Cs bastards wouldn’t threat our borders we would go over there and show this putas their place.”

“I get the feeling you are not a great fan of them,” you mumble, “and who is this other guy you mentioned? Big C?”

“The biggest cabrón in the area,” the guy with the bandages around the hand answers and spits to the ground, “sadly his bastards are the biggest and most violent gang. These fucking freaks stole a part of our territory. They will suffer, as soon as el chefe allows it.”

“How?” you ask and raise your eyebrow, “when they are more and very violent, how do you want to fight them back.”

“Why do you care chica?” the leader asks and very close to threaten you, “Big C doesn’t allow woman in his rows. But even an idiot like him may get the ideas to send one of his putas to spy on us. You want to find out what we do with spys. We have a special treatment for snitches. Y después exhibiremos tu cuerpo en algún lugar público.”

“No creo que sea necesario,” you answer and surprise the guys with your great language, “I’m not your enemy. I was just curious. And if you don’t want to tell me, I will not ask anymore. I just wanted to know what’s going on.”

“We are not here to chat with strangers,” the leader says but sounds at least a little more respectful, “no hard feelings chica. We just guard the border so Big C’s bastards don’t get any stupid ideas. If you want to pass, I demand a tribute. You should support the hermanos, so we can keep this area save for girls like you.”

“I expected as much,” you mumble and try to sound tough, “how much would this toll be?”

Suddenly the leader cones even closer and now stands so close that his chest touches your breasts. He uses his pointing finger to lift your chin while you are still unable to react. He is not rough or possessive like you would expect from a gang member. He is calm, surprisingly gentle, but also dominant and you assume he wants to establish his dominance over you.

“You are interesting, chica,” the leader says and grins, “you have the looks and the fire. I know guys who would kill for a girlfriend like you. I also know some who really have. If you are a little nice to me and my hermanos, I could give you a small discount.”