I was starting to question why I chose the gang life. In a world like this there is so much else I could've done. I'm still young, I could've worked and people would've been willing to hire. My life before this was stable, and I did not need to worry about walking on the thin line known as the law. The life I saw before me was not the one I wanted. Being second in command was nothing more than being an errand girl, doing what the boss told me to do. Was this the life I wanted? Following every beck and call of the boy sleeping in front of me? "Boss," I breathed out, just barely able to drown the annoyance in my voice, "you needed something?"