From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: The Power Of A Real Gang

The weekend had finally come.

It was Saturday, the day Max had set for himself. He couldn’t delay it any longer. Things had become too dangerous.

The way life was now, he couldn’t live it how he wanted. Not how he needed to.

His body had mostly recovered from what happened at school. The soreness was gone, but he could still feel the spot where he’d been stabbed. His shoulder wasn’t at a hundred percent, but it was good enough for what needed to be done today.

He slipped into loose-fitting clothes and pulled on a small black sports jacket. He was tired of white, the color reminded him too much of his past.

I don’t want to wear red either... definitely not my lucky color. And I can’t exactly go out in a school uniform, either.

The issue was... nearly all of Max’s clothes were white school shirts. So, in the end, he had to wear one underneath the black jacket anyway.

As he went to leave his room, he found someone already standing just beside the door.

It might’ve startled anyone else, but Max had expected it.

"And how long have you been standing out there this time?" Max asked calmly.

"Just thirty minutes," Aron replied. "I needed to make sure no one was planning anything."

He stood firm, dressed and ready.

"I know you changed your mind about hiring that security team," Aron added, "but I still have the others watching over the woman for you."

"Good. I don’t want something else to worry about," Max said. "But once we’re done... get a proper security team to protect her. As soon as possible."

The two of them walked down the stairs and headed off into the street, making their way toward the train station.

What they didn’t know... was that the very person they were trying to protect was just down another street, hiding quietly behind a wall.

"That’s... that’s the man who was standing across from the school that day!" Abby whispered to herself, her eyes wide in shock. "But... what’s he doing with Max? And where are they going?"

Max and Aron continued side by side until they reached the area near the gym.

Steven, as usual, was already outside, wearing his signature red tracksuit.

When he spotted them, he casually tossed something in their direction.

Max caught it in one hand.

"That’s what you wanted, right? Some wraps?" Steven said. "I picked black for you. You know... plain and simple. You know how to use them?"

Max didn’t say a word. He had already unraveled the wraps and was tightening them around his hands.

In boxing, and most martial arts, fighters wrapped their hands in long cloth wraps. It helped strengthen the wrist so they could punch at full force without injuring themselves. It also offered protection for the knuckles.

Unlike gloves, there was no padding. If anything... wraps made it easier to hit harder, made it so his fists were more dangerous.

Standing just outside the entrance, leaning against the wall, was Joe. And of all things... he was wearing a green tracksuit.

"HAHAHA!" Steven burst out laughing the moment he saw him. "I can’t believe it! Did you want to get made fun of? You’re actually wearing green! Trying to embrace your inner Green Ranger for today or what?"

"Oh, please," he added, pointing a finger. "You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? Since all you own is that one ratty tracksuit. Do you even have the money to clean that thing?!"

"It’s okay... I guess I’ll just have to find out what it’s like being on the other end."