Austin has never felt so much anger in all of the time he has been in OMAM. No one has ever refused to buy their drugs, let alone insult the quality of it like Ashton fucking Irwin did. They were one of the strongest gangs in California. OMAM are known best for their drugs and weapons. Many gangs respected them for it, like PTV and ISSUES, who are one of their best customers. So the fact that a gang like 5SOS, just comes around walking like they own the place, and thinks they have the right to insult his gang the way Irwin did was completely fucking ridiculous.
What did that stupid fucking bastard know? From what Austin knew, 5SOS hadn't been a gang for long. Supposedly for a year, but they used to go by a different name. WCAR, from what he recalls. But then that gang left then Irwin and co. took over. He doesn't know much else, but he knows they have been a strong competition despite not being in the same area. He needed to know more about this gang if they were going to be more of a problem than he anticipated. He can't have sales dropping all because of some stupid kids. There was no way in hell he'd let that happen. It'd ruin him. They couldn't get away with not buying or taking their shit and stealing their customers. But how could he? The only idea he had slightly seemed risky to them. But then again, he's in a gang for fuck's sake.
The tall tattooed male lingered the dark alleys of Los Angeles. It was night currently, the only thing you could hear was the rain pouring heavily. He was lucky he wore his brand new jacket his friend Oliver gave him. Oliver ran a gang from the other side of town called BMTH, who are best known for their strong connections outside of the U.S. He also ran a clothing store, his gang was more of a side thing.
Anyway, as he was walking, texting to Aaron on his phone, he could hear whispering. His pace went slower and quieter the louder he could hear the voices. He quickly put his phone away, reaching into his coat pocket for his handgun just in case. Then he heard a loud gasp nearby. With no hesitation, he pulled his gun out, ready to aim. He observed his surroundings quickly, also checking if he had his backup gun. He didn't, just a switchblade. It will do, he thought.
"Who's there? Show yourself," he said, with venom in his voice.
He heard a loud thump near a large dumpster and a loud groan of pain. He slowly put the gun down, feeling that there was no sign of danger. When he saw a male step out of the shadows, looking at Austin with fear, he put his gun away. He sort of felt bad for scaring this stranger, but the guilt quickly went away. That’s what happens when you’re in a gang, you forget how to feel except anger and feeling like infinity when you take a hit.
“P-Please, don’t hurt me or my daughter,” he stuttered out, looking behind him. “She’s sleeping and I’m the only family she has, I can’t risk breaking her heart or having someone take her away from me.”
Austin said nothing, but walked towards the direction the stranger was looking at. He slowly and quietly went behind the dumpster and saw that the man was not lying. There was a young girl, no older than 8, sleeping soundly. She had short, black curly hair, rich caramel skin tone, and dirt on her cheeks. Her small body was covered by a large coat, who Austin assumed was the man’s coat since he was not wearing one. Her head was resting on a garbage back with a shirt over it as a makeshift pillow.
“Are you homeless?” he asked, staring back at the man who was shivering.
“Yes,” he said with great shame, head down in embarrassment. “I’m also unemployed and my daughter, Grace, doesn’t go to school either. She refuses to leave my side, actually.”
Austin thought this man could be what he needed for his plan to find out more information about 5SOS. “How badly do you want a job?”
The man’s head quickly looked up at Austin, eyes opening wide. “I’d do anything! Could you really get me a job, sir?”
Austin smirked, one that was so sinister, but the man was too caught up at the fact there was a new opportunity opening for him. “Anything?”
“You and the kid, come with me.”
The man, who Austin quickly learned was named “Alexander William Gaskarth, but you can call me Alex Gaskarth, or whatever you want to call me,” Grace (who was sleeping soundly as Alex carried her), and Austin were walking to where the rest of the gang were at. It was in this nightclub called Eclipse, owned by a friend of his, Danny Worsnop. This was where most of the drug deals happened, usually in the back rooms where OMAM kept put.
As they walked there, Austin explained everything to Alex, not hiding any details from him. Alex was obviously scared, surprised that when this man offered him a job, he’d being doing this. But when Austin offered to pay him between the range of 2-3K every two weeks as long as he kept him updated about any information to the gang and protection for him and his daughter, Alex quickly agreed to it.
As they walked inside, he saw that the whole gang were treating themselves to a good time. Austin decided to take this time to talk about each of them to Alex.
“Alright Alex, if you’re gonna be doing this job you’ll at least need to know a bit about these guys,” he started off. “So that tall guy who is drinking at the bar, that’s Lionel. He does well with weapons, he usually does sales for those as well. If you need to know your way around a gun or anything, he’s your guy. Over there, those two guys talkin’, that’s Tino and Phil. Phil is the long haired guy. Don’t let it fool you, he’s the smartest one out of them all. Real nice guy too. He does well with sales with drugs, but definitely knows his way around weapons. He also is good with that technology crap, so he’s like a spy practically which is really good for us. He usually does sales for a first time customers, just because he’s so nice. But after a few times, Tino does the rest of the sales. Especially when those shits decide to be hostile, so Tino knocks sense to them. He does good with both drugs and weapons sales, so he’s always busy. Despite that rough face, the man is funny as hell. I think you’d like him, Alex.
“Anyway, those two brunette guys watching the girls dance, they’re Aaron and Shayley. They don’t do sales, really. They go and find us new customers, just cause those two have the best connections. Especially when there are new gangs who come around, thinkin’ they can do a better job than us. They hear about it and they go and tell us, and we just go teach ‘em a lesson. Simple as that. And in some cases, if we got old customers who have serious ‘beef’ with us and are willing to go use that big mouth of theirs to tell the police about anything, they’re the ones to can...fix the problem, if you know what I mean. And finally, those two pothead gingers over there are Alan and Justin. They do a bit of everything, I guess. Justin sometimes does sales with weapons or finds us new customers. Alan does drug sales and mostly grows weed, he usually sells to young customers, especially since that shit is popular right now. They also sometimes find us new places, like warehouses, and claim it in case there’s ever a situation where the cops are onto us and somehow find our places, so we get everything out and move to a new location that is all ready. It’s helpful, especially when it doesn’t slow anything down.
“So I hope I didn’t freak you out too much, Alex,” he said, walking to the bar. He ordered two drinks and then quickly called over Alan. The young male quickly came over, smiling at Alex which calmed his nerves. Austin ordered for Alan to take Grace out of Alex’s hands and let her sleep in one of the couches located in the backroom. Alex, oddly trusting Alan (who, may I remind you, is a gang member), let her go as he grabbed the whiskey glass Austin handed to him. “I know the first thing people think of when they hear the word ‘gang’ is drugs, cheap hookers, and violence. I know we do all that except cheap hookers, but think of this more as a family, you know? I mean, that’s how I do.”
He looks at all of the guys and sighs heavily to himself. Alex says nothing but listens. “These guys have been my friends for the longest. We all didn’t really expect to get into a life like this together but we did and we still protect each other like we did back in high school. You say you don’t have a family anymore but consider us your new family, Alex, really. We’ll protect you and the kid, get you a new place in a good neighborhood with some new clothes, find a school for her, you name it. All you have to do is join the 5SOS gang and be our personal spy. So, do we have a deal?”
And without any hesitation or a stutter, the brunette male shook the tattooed man’s hand. “Deal.”