I promise to include more of David in the book! I've been watching him a lot more lately and honestly enjoy his videos! The song is Gangsta by Kehlani! I'm sorry if I posted this song before, I really need to write a list of what I have and haven't used.

(Hopes POV)

"See, and no one came in here, don't know what you were worried about babygirl," Evan says as he gives me a wink. He starts to tie on his tie as I slip my heels back on.

"Okay, and when someone asks where we were, what am I or you going to say?" I ask raising an eyebrow." He smiles and looks down at me.

"Oh, Hope wanted to explore the mansion and we saw a huge screening room that was playing movies in there so we stopped in for a little bit to watch what was playing." Evan goes back to tying his tie.

I roll my eyes and go to the mirror that's sitting on the desk, my eyes go wide as my hair looks nowhere near what it did when I first came here, not to mention the red hickey marks all over my neck, 'oh yes, Evan and I danced and watched a movie. Oh these red marks, oh how did they get there?' It's going to look worse by tomorrow, then the guys will really look at me.

"Cause nothing says that we're just watching a movie like these huh?" I move my hair out of the way and show Evan the marks. He's unphased by them as he finishes tying his tie and puts on his suit jacket.

"I'll be at the bar getting more to drink. Hell only knows I'm going to need it later tonight." I adjust my hair as best as I can and go to the door.

I unlock it and slip out of the room as quickly as I can without looking suspicious as fuck. There was no one in the hallway which was a plus. I walked past the large kitchen and go into the bar room and to an empty barstool.

"Two shots of fireball, please," I tell the bartender as I sigh.

"You can put it on my tab, the lady looks like she's been through a lot." The guy next to me says in a deep Australian accent.

I turn and look over at him as he gives me a toothy smile. He had the same green eyes as Seth but his hair and beard were black instead of red. He also had freckles that dotted all over his nose and parts of his cheeks, three bright red scars covered his right cheek. This is the famous Jordan that every girl had a crush on in high school, it was rumored in school that he can turn guys gay because of how good looking he was, well, still is. He was a senior when I was a freshman while Seth was originally in Brian's grade but not only moved up a grade but graduated early because of how fucking smart he is. Hell both of them are borderline geniuses since they both got perfect 1600 on the SATS.

"Thanks, I just came back from Liberty City earlier today and all I've done is run around and now I'm here." I scoff as the bartender sets the two shots in front of me.

He wouldn't know who I am unless his brother told him about me of course. I take the first shot quickly and take the second one not as quickly. My throat already on fire from the cinnamon alcohol mix.

"Were you in Liberty City modeling? You look like a model my dear or even a playboy bunny for the matter." He smirks at me as he takes a sip of whatever he's drinking. I roll my eyes and smile at him, might as well as get on his good side.

"Funny, I don't know if you notice or not, but I'm a very tall 5'2, maybe 5'3 on good days." Okay Evan, you should be coming back now. Jordan wraps his hand at the back of my chair and sighs.

"Alright not a model, but surely you must do some sort of cam work. You have the face and beautiful body to do it." I felt my cheeks heat up as I turn my face away from him and slowly let out my breath to try and calm myself down.

"No, I don't do that either, I'm here because I'm friends with the host's girlfriend and she invited me." A white lie, but he doesn't need to know about that. If Seth doesn't like Evan, who knows if Jordan does or not.

"How about we take a walk around the gardens and get to know each other a little bit better, shall we?" I turn my head as he holds out a hand to me.

"How about you back the fuck off of my girlfriend Jordan," Evan yells behind me.

Oh, it doesn't matter anyway, Evan knows the two brothers so of course Jordan isn't going to like Evan. Both Jordan and I turn our heads and see a pissed off Evan. Evan, I would not pick a fight with Jordan last that I remember he-

Jordan stands up and looks down at Evan. Yup just as I remember, he makes Tyler and David look fucking short. He has to at least be 6'7 hell maybe even taller. I get up from my barstool and get in between the two of them before things get ugly.

"I'm sorry, but there's no WAY that you're dating her. My dear, is he a stalker of yours? I can greatly get rid of him for you if he's been bothering you all night." Jordan looks down at me and gives me a reassuring look.

"Hey, let's separate it you two. We're here to have fun, not get arrested by the end of tonight." David steps in and puts his hands on both of the guy's chests. I take a step back next to Tyler who's walking up next to me, wondering what's going on.

"Don't call my girlfriend a fucking cam girl, understand?" Evan says. I turn and look at Evan, great job on fueling the fire babe.

"I was just admiring her beautiful body. Too bad she's wasting it on someone like you Fong. Come to me when you want a real man to treat you right." Jodan says to me as he straightens his black suit jacket and walks outside, Evan glaring at him the whole way until he couldn't see him anymore.

"Wanna explain how you know HIM? Good lord, he was the heartthrob of high school." Evan's glare switched from Jordan to me.

"I know him because of how he's Seth's brother. That and how he's the leader for the Rolling Crips, one of our rival gangs." Evan says. Oh perfect Evan, I smell a gang war in the future.

"So you provoke the guy? Evan, you really are a dumbass, who do you think they're going to go after first if a gang war happens?" I put my hands on my hips and look at him. David's hand slowly slides off of Evan's chest, almost in realization.

"She has a point Evan," David says in a guilty tone. Of course I'm right, it was just like Wolf Syndicate and Waren, both targeted me because of my connection with Evan.

"Round everyone up David, we're going back to the warehouse and going to make a fucking statement to everyone and know we don't want to be fucked with. Hope, go find Brian or Craig and go ride with them, I have to take care of something, Tyler come on." Evan walks away from David and I as Tyler rolls his eyes and follows Evan.

"Let's just hope that everyone is holding their alcohol just fine," David says as we walk out of the mansion together.

Brian was just outside the door talking with Craig. I give a quick wave bye to David as he goes to look for everyone else.

"Pretty sure Evan started a gang war with Rolling Crips, he wants everyone to go to the warehouse, like, ASAP. Wants me to ride with you because he has to take care of something." I sigh and nudge Brian.

"Jordans here too?! What the hell is going tonight?!" Brian rolls his eyes as he grabs onto my forearm and pulls me toward the gate.

"Jordan was like... all over me when he started talking to me. I don't think it clicked in his head who I was though." I say, gaining my arm back from Brian.

"Because he doesn't really know who you are. It's only Seth who knows about us, those two know about the crew, more importantly, they know about Evan and Vanoss because of their history." Brian says as he walks through the open gate and towards his car.

"You don't think anything will happen?" I ask as I look back at the lively party still happening behind us.

"Well I can tell you if you tell me what Evan did exactly." Brian takes out his car keys from his suit pant pocket and points the key to his car, unlocking it.

"Evan was like, back the fuck up off my girlfriend. And knowing how tall Jordan is, he stood up to intimidate Evan and said to me, there's no way your dating him and thought Evan was a stalker. Evan overheard the conversation prior and was like don't call her a cam girl." I open the passenger door and get inside, Brian quickly getting on the driver's side. "Anyways Jordan was like oh I'm just admiring her body and to come to him if I wanted to be treated right." I sigh and look over at Brian.

Brian nods his head as he starts to the car and slowly pulls out of the driveway. I pull out my phone as it buzzed a couple of times. I look and see Evan put all of us in a group chat together.

When you get to the warehouse, keep your suits and dress on.

Whoever's the first one there I need you to straighten the meeting room out and pull the lounge couch in there.

Also, get your masks on as well as different unloaded guns out and on the table by the time I get there. We're making a fucking statement for everyone. I look over at Brian as he weaves through traffic. I look back as Lui texts back three question marks. He never gave me an answer as we silently drove to the warehouse.

As expected, Brian and I were the first ones at the warehouse. We carried the black lounge chair in the meeting room and carried in empty Carbine Rifles, Compact Rifles, and Assult Rifles into the meeting room, laying them on the table. I tie on my signature electric blue skull face bandanna and pull my hair up and out of the bandanna. I look over at Brian as he's texting someone on his phone.

"I don't look like I'm supposed to be in a gang now. Why are we wearing these things still?" I ask as I pull my bandanna down. Brian shrugs his shoulders, not bothering to look up. I sigh and pull my bandanna back over my nose and sit down in the seat next to Brian.

"God I look fucking ridiculous right now." A muffled Brock says as he walks into the room. Brian and I look up and see him wearing the new eagle mask that he got before I left.

"Consider yourself lucky, Brian and I are the only ones that don't wear a mask in the crew. David wears a paper bag in his head! With whatever Evan has in mind, I might not be able to go out of the house anymore." Craig says behind Brock, a hand to his face as he shakes his head.

"Look, none of us know what Evan has in mind, but, I have a feeling I might know what." I look down at my phone and see Evan texted me.

I'll be there soon. I look up and see Tyler walking in with Marcel and David close behind.

"Shit, I might go out looking like this when we do anything gang-related, looks nice on me," Tyler says as he pulls down his pig masks. I watch from the window as Delirious is on the phone with someone, his hockey mask back on.

"Okay and how much are you paying him exactly to be in a room with US? No fucking sane person would do this Evan, yes it's a power move, but do you really think-" He stops talking as he walks in the room. Lui jogging in behind him.

"I'm not saying that I'm saying do you know how much media coverage this is going to get? Gangs will be after us left and right after this is posted." Delirious says, taking a seat on the couch next to Tyler. We all begin to look at each other. Del lets out a sigh and lays his head back.

"Fine, I get it. We'll be in the meeting room when you get here." He brings the phone away from his ear and ends the call. "So, Evan hired a photographer and we're taking a group photo with our guns and masks on and Evan's going to basically post it to the internet and let all hell break loose. He's fucking paying the guy 200,000 dollars, not telling the guy who exactly he's going to be photographing." I scoff and lean forward in my seat.

"I would want to be paid more. The poor guy is going to be in the same room as the 10 most feared people in the city holding guns. I would be a little intimated, I mean wouldn't you guys?" I ask them.

"She does have a point, but so does Jon. We're going to be fucking hunted down, everyone's going to be after us. This is a huge power move on our part, as Evan said." Lui says as he looks over at David.

"What about-" We all stopped talking as Evan rounded the corner, his owl mask already on as well on as a pure black suit. I guess he changed before leaving. He pulls on a blindfolded guy with a large camera around his neck into the room. He pushes the guy into the room and rips off of the blindfold as he goes to the table and starts tossing the empty guns at everyone.

"YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE IF YOU BELIEVE I'M GOING TO DO THIS!" The guy says as he turns to the door. Marcel slams the door shut and stand in front of it. Evan tosses me the final gun, a Carbine Rifle, and turns to look at the guy.

"I'll bump the offer up to a million. Either you do this and get paid, or still do this for us and you die after it's done." Evan deeply says. The guy gasps as he looks down at the camera.

"Okay just... just give me a second to think of something with all 10 of you." The guy says. Evan nods his head as he walks to the now empty couch. He sits down on it and pulls out two pistols and holds them in both hands.

"Alright... you, go stand behind the couch but behind his left shoulder." The dude points to Delirious. Del stands up and goes behind the couch. The guy starts to nod his head as he points to Tyler next.

"You, stand behind the right shoulder and have the guns pointing toward each other. Everyone else except you even out the space behind the couch." He points to me and I watch as the guys go behind the couch.

"I'm going to have you sit on the floor at his feet with one leg out and the other up. The gun behind your head on your shoulders." I get up from my chair and sit like how he said and bring the gun behind me.

"Holy shit this is fucking terrifying. I want my money tonight." The guy goes behind the table and brings his camera to his face. The flash goes off a few times before he takes it away from his face.

"There you go, there's your fucking picture." The guy says in a nasty tone now.

"Now that wasn't so bad now, was it? Moo, Terroriser, how about you show our guest here what happens here when he takes upskirt photos of multiple girls without their permission, especially to our own Shortcake here." Evan says as he sets the guns down. I get up and throw the gun to the couch.

"How about I show him what I'll fucking do instead. Cause trust me, it's going to be 10 times worse than what they would both do." I watch the fear grow in the dudes eyes as Brian and Brock run around the couch and hold the guy's arms back. I take the camera off of his neck and hand it to Evan who was next to me.

"Courtesy of the Vanoss Crew bitch," I say as I punch the guy square in the face.