The Team - A novel I am working on...

[PSachkovsky]

Feel free to leave your feedback. I am going to write it one chapter at a time. So, if you have time, feel free to take a look and read.

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The Team

Prologue

He was running as fast as he could. They were running after him, and shouting at hime: "Stop, you son of a bitch". He didn't care though. He kept running away from them, he turned left to a building, and tried to open the door, but it was locked. He then turned around at the guys chasing him, and they were getting closer. He pulled out a gun that he was carrying with him, and he started running again. "Hey, mother fucker, stop!" They shouted at him again. He was getting tired from running, and he turned around a fired two shots in the air. The guys chasing ran two different sides, trying to avoid getting shot. He then quickley turned around, but suddenly was met with a huge punch to the face, that made his nose bleed. He fell on the ground, staring at the skies, that were blue. His vision was blurred thanks for the sudden punch to the face. He saw a guy leaning before him. "Well, jackass, we finally got you!" "Fuck you, Jake!" And another punch went straight to the stomach. Jake picked him up from the ground, and picked up the gun, that was laying on the ground. "So tell me, Reed, what should we do now?" He asked silently. Reed knew that he is going to be dead. Jake pointed the gun slowly at his chest, right where the heart is. Reed silently, but carefully prayed.

***

"Wake up, man. Wake up!" He heard a sudden voice from his sleep. He opened his eyes, and saw his mother opening the window. The sun burned his eyes, and he quickley covered himself over with the blanket. "Damn it, mom, why do you always have to open the window?" He asked angrily through the blanket. "Because that's the only way I can make sure you wake up." She smiled toward him, and left the room. He looked at the mirror. 'Yet another dream of that kind.' He thought to himself. 'Does that mean something is going to happen in my future? Is God is sending me messages?' He shrugged it off and got up from the bed. He looked at himself in the mirror, and gave a smile. 'Looking good as always, bro!' He gave himself a thumbs up. His black short hair was a bit messed, but he decided to go to the shower and fix it with some hair gel.

After finishing his preparations, he went back to the bedroom and pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt from the closet. He took out his favorite 'You Can't See Me' shirt he paid 1 dollar for. He got dressed, and went to the living room. "There's a chicken in the oven, if you want to eat." He shook his head. He doesn't really eat much of breakfast, trying to keep his weight as well. His mobile phone rang, and he took out the mobile phone out of his jeans. "Yo, bro, you must come outside man. We got chicks ready for some fun. Meet us at Tommy's garage." He turned off the mobile phone and looked at his mom, she was smiling watching a comedy show on TV. 'I wish she would be more proud of me.' He thought to himself. He came close to his mother and kissed her on the cheek. "Mom, I'm going out for a bit, alright?" She smiled to him and gave him a nod. "Just be careful, Jake, alright?" He smiled to her, and went out.

That's all for now, more will be added as time progresses. That is all for chapter one. As I said, feel free to leave your feedback!

 

[Chess]

I love that they eat chicken for breakfast.

 

[ScreaminNormanSmiley]

Not the best way to write.

 

[PSachkovsky]

Spoiler

Chapter 1

Jake walked outside, and looked at the girls passing. The girls smiled to him, and he smiled back. His masculine body was pretty much the reason he gets so much attention from females. He stood there for a moment as his mobile phone rang again. He answered the call. "Hello?" He said. "Where are you man? We are waiting for you. Get your ass over here, already." "Yeah, I'm coming." He hang up the call, and put the mobile phone back in his pocket. He looked at the girls once again, especially taking a look at their asses. 'I'd give that a 10 out of 10.' He thought to himself, he then turned around and went toward Tommy's garage. That was only few buildings away from him. He walked looking at the children playing, and then he noticed a man running. But he didn't run like he was doing sports, it looked like he was running from someone. Five men ran after him, and threw insults at him. "Get back here! We aren't done with you!" They shouted at the man. The man looked at Jake, with scared eyes. Jake stood up in the middle between the five men and the person who was running away from them. "Move out of the way, asshole!" one of the five men shouted. They all had shaven heads, which made Jake realise, that this is a group of skinheads. "I said move out of the way!" Jake continued standing, and that punk came closer to his face. "You want trouble as well, bitch?" Jake quickly punched him the face, possibly breaking few of his teeth. The punk fell on the ground. The other four grabbed knives out of their pockets. "You want to play the 'superhero', eh?" They said angrily. A car showed up from the corner, and a shout was heard all over the street: "Let him go, boys. We don't want to do this here, right?" It was a voice of a woman. Jake looked at the car, but the windows were closed. The punk that was laying on the ground, stood up and once again stood right in front of Jake's face. "Next time, I'll fuck you up! You got lucky today!" He was breathing heavily and spitting blood on the sidewalk. The punks turned around and went toward the car. Jake noticed a hand coming out of the car that waved them off. The car drove close to Jake, and stopped next to him. The back seat window opened, and a young female's face showed up. She had long blonde hair, and she put on a red lipstick. "I see you aren't afraid of death," she said with a smile. "Here," she pulled her hand out holding a visit card. "If you want some work with a good payment, feel free to contact me. The number is on the card." Jake took the visit card and looked at it. Brianna James. That's the name of the lady he was talking to. The car drove, and Brianna was still looking at him. Jake put the visit card away.


***

Entering the garage, he first saw Jimmy. "What took you so long, man?" Jake shook his head and grabbed a beer can from the table that was in the middle of the garage. The girls were on the couches, and Tommy and Jeff were sitting telling jokes to them. "So, what's up guys?" Said Jake and sat next to Jeff. "Not much! We told the girls that today is their day." Jake smiled and than quickly turned serious. "We gotta talk." Jimmy looked at Tommy and Jeff. "Ok, girls, you have to go." Jeff said. "Unfortunately, something is up." "Oh, c'mon! You promised we'd party all night!" The girls whined. One of the girls came close to Tommy. "I'll later on today, you promised me to ride that 'gun'of yours." Tommy smiled and gave her a spank on the ass. The girls got out of the garage, and Tommy closed the garage door after them.

"So, what's with the serious look, bud?" Jeff asked. Jake took out the visit card he got from Brianna earlier and put it in the middle of the table. "I had a meeting with some group of thugs. The female that works for them, and obviously is their boss, told me that she'd like to see guys like me in there team." Tommy shook his head. "If you want to get in trouble with the law and police, go ahead." Jake looked at him and wondered if he was cynical, but his thoughts were interrupted by Jimmy. "How much do they offer as payments?" "She said it's a good money." Jake took a sip from the beer can, and looked at all three of them. Tommy sat next to him. He picked up the card from the table. "Brianna James, eh?" He thought to himself. "Sound like a pornstar to me." He laughed a bit. "Look man, we are together since the first grade." Jeff and Jimmy smiled as well. "And everything we do, we'll do it together." Jake smiled. "So, shall I call her later on today?" "Sure thing, buddy. Tell her that another three friends want to join in."

So feel free to leave feedback on this chapter. Hope you enjoyed your reading!

 

[Harthan]

Arguably the worst thing I've never read.

 

[PlayTheGame]

Be gentle, Harthan.

 

[Harthan]

Read carefully.