I looked up at the large brick building owned by the West side gang, my gang's biggest rival, wondering if that was the place I was going to die. The people inside wouldn't be happy to see me once they knew who I was, and they could very easily kill me without giving me a chance to explain myself.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before walking up to the door and knocking. Hopefully this worked out they way I wanted it to.

I didn't have to wait long before the door swung open and a skinny blonde guy around my age was giving me a curious stare.

"Can I help you?" He finally asked, his tone rude and annoyed. I immediately got bad vibes from the guy, there was just something off about him.

"I want to talk to your leader, I have a proposition for him." I replied with all the confidence I could muster up. There was a higher chance of me getting out of this alive if I didn't let anyone know how freaked out I was.

The guy turned away from me to face inside, "Hey Russ, there's a guy here that needs to be searched before coming in."

I tried not to let my surprise show when the skinny guy turned back to me. These guys were a serious bunch if they searched everyone they let in. I had a bad feeling that I was getting myself into something I wasn't prepared for.

"I don't know why you can't just search him yourself Westley." A big muscular guy complained, pushing past the skinny one to get to me. This man was clearly older than us, probably in his mid twenties, and something in his dark eyes was sent a fearful chill down my spine.

I raised my arms so this Russ guy could search me, and soon I was stepping into the building after them. If Liam knew I was with our rival gang he'd kill me, but I didn't care. I had my family to worry about.

"Bring him to the boss' office." Russ ordered Westley once the door was closed behind us.

Without a word, Westley started walking away so I quickly followed him. The last thing I wanted was to get lost in this place, that would definitely get me killed.

I studied my surroundings as we made our way through the building, grimacing at the foul stench of mold. I noticed the lack of decorations, something they should consider investing in to hide the peeling wallpaper, but somehow the dimly lit rotting interior made the place feel more dangerous, and maybe that was their intention.

Finally Westley stopped in front of a door, the only one in the building that was in good condition, and knocked twice.

"Come in." A deep voice boomed from the other side and we both cautiously stepped into the room.

"Hey Darren, you have a visitor." Westley said when a scary guy covered in tattoos gave him an expectant look.

"You can go." Darren spoke, waving a dismissive hand at Westley before turning his attention to me.

"What's your name and reason for being here?" He asked, leaning forward at his desk in interest, but his dark eyes held suspicion.

I waited for the door to close behind Westley before answering, "My name is Garrett and I'm here to make you a deal you're not gonna want to pass up on."

He leaned back in his chair, surprised by my bold statement, and to be honest I was shocked at how confident I sounded since I was freaking out on the inside.

"Go on." He muttered, gesturing for me to sit down in the chair across the desk from him.

I got comfortable in the seat as I took a moment to collect myself. Was I really about to do this? Once I told him my proposition there was no going back.

Memories of my dad beating my mom flashed in my mind, taking away all of my doubts. I didn't have any other choice, I had to do this.

"I'm part of the East side gang and I want to be an ally for you." I finally explained.

He let out a loud sarcastic laugh, clearly not believing that I would spy on my gang for him.

"And what do you get out of this?" He asked doubtfully.

I shrugged, "Money."

I needed money so dad would have one less reason to hurt mom, and mom would have one less reason to worry.

Darren raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are they not paying you enough over there?"

I shook my head, "I need to support my family and you need the clients my gang has, this is a good deal."

He still looked cautious but I didn't blame him. Gangs thrived on loyalty and I was breaking the biggest rule, which put me in a ton of danger. Usually guys only offered to be moles to set up the rival gang, not to actually help them.

"They treat us like shit over there and don't pay us nearly enough. Pretty soon they're gonna go under and I want to make sure I can take care of my family when that happens." I lied, trying to further persuade him. I desperately needed him to agree to this deal.

After a few tense moments of contemplation Darren finally cracked a smile, "You have yourself a deal kid. How do you suppose we go about taking the clients from your gang?"

I let out a huge sigh of relief and a weight was lifted from my shoulders. After tonight I was finally going to be able to take care of my mom and brother. The only problem now was that I had to come up with a plan to get this gang people to sell drugs to.

"The East side has one guy that does most of the dealing, if we take him out of the equation you'll have clients running to you." I told him, but I was hesitant to give him the name. Hopefully he would just trust me and I could talk our biggest dealer out of the game.

Darren nodded his head, impressed that I already had an idea for him.

"Who's the dealer?"

Damn. I knew I had to give him the name so he wouldn't know I had any loyalties to anyone in the East side, but I really didn't want to sell out my friend.

"I can take care of him." I tried to find a way around Darren's question, but he didn't seem happy with my response.

His expression hardened and for a brief moment I thought I signed my death certificate, but thankfully he gave me another chance.

"Give me the name. We'll take care of business, we only need you for information."

I did my best to hide my dismay as I mumbled "Liam Coleman."

I couldn't believe I was actually selling out my best friend. I had no idea how this gang took care of business, they could hurt Liam, or worse. I hated that he was the best dealer we had, I used to be jealous of the money he made and now I was just pissed that his was the name I had to give to our rivals.

"And when do you suggest is the best time to take care of Liam?" Darren asked, opening a small black book on his desk to write something down.

I really didn't like where this was heading but I was already too far in it to get out.

"I'm not sure, but when there's a good opportunity to get him alone I'll let you know."

The only thing I could do now was hope that they took care of business with words instead of fists.

To my surprise Darren nodded, accepting my answer instead of pushing me for more information, and we exchanged phone numbers so I could tell him as soon as there was a good opportunity to take Liam out of dealing.

"I think I'll get some good use out of you, kid." He spoke up, standing and offering me his hand to shake.

I stood up and firmly shook his hand, "Thank you. When should I expect my first payment?"

He tilted his head, thinking over my question for a second, and then reached into his pocket to get his wallet.

"I hope to hear from you soon." He said, offering me a few bills.

I nodded and took the money, quickly scanning it to see how much he gave me. Four fifty dollar bills. I just got paid two hundred dollars for giving this guy information that he couldn't even confirm was true. I could've made up everything I said and then left without ever speaking to him again. I could only imagine the type of payment I'd get once my plan worked.