ELEVEN

DAMON

I watched as Miss Selena's lips grew into a smile. My response seemed to delight her greatly.

"This is awesome," she said excitedly. "We should celebrate."

"What's there to celebrate?" I grumbled from where I was. "I am not doing this because I find your offer interesting. No, working with a gang leader has never been my plan. I am doing this to protect my family."

"You might as well think that you are doing it for the money," Selena spoke. "You don't have to be so hard on yourself especially now that you have two good-paying jobs."

"Isn't my life so great?" I asked, a sarcastic tone in my voice.

"Damon Jones," the thickness of her voice snapped me out of my complaining state. "I gave you a choice, so stop making it seem like I forced you to do this. You can decide to change your decision now before we sign a contract."

"There's a contract?" My brows lifted accordingly as my nagging side disappeared instantly.

"Why?" She crossed her arms. "Did you think you would work for