5 [5]
Yeah, Dante was really beginning to regret his decision.
"Anyway, I'll send you a text whenever I'm free." Devin said, tucking his phone back into his pocket before he proceeded to turn away and walking down the street. Earlier, the man had gestured across the street towards the Edzell Foundation Youth Center, mentioning that he had some kind of speech planned over there.
The boy hadn't thought much of it, however, as there were more important things to think about now, like the fact that he had just accepted quite a lucrative proposition. On the other hand, Dante had turned out to be correct when it came to Devin's true character, as that bad feeling he got from the man seemed to translate greatly into the corrupt nature of his secret business dealings.
And now he was being tied into it, but mostly of his own volition.
To be more specific, this Devin Weston individual had offered him a job, in which he would be sent a text by the man himself describing the task that required fulfillment, and in return, the boy would be paid handsomely for the work that he put in. Not only that, but due to his age, he would actually be getting paid a bit more. Now, while all of that sounded great, there was obviously a catch.
It wasn't like he would be out here mowing yards and shit, after all.
No, that wasn't the case whatsoever.
In reality, Dante would officially be starting his criminal career very soon, as his newfound job description entailed the committing of various crimes, like vehicle theft for example.
That was apparently just the beginning, too. Devin was fairly vague when it came to everything else aside from all that.
Dante watched the man eventually hop into a luxurious car that was parked down the street before taking off, as the vehicle quickly disappeared from sight. Glancing down at his phone, the boy frowned in thought, unsure how to feel after what just went down.
Not only that, but how it might affect his life from this point forward.
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A day later, Dante woke up to an unexpected surprise from the system.
Choose Your Class!
[Warrior] [Mage] [Rogue]
In all honesty, the boy hadn't been sure what to even think at that point. His brain still felt a bit foggy from having just woken up, and not only that, but for the system to have a function like this and was only now making him aware of it confused the fuck out of him.
Thrown for a loop, Dante eventually rubbed the leftover fatigue out of his eyes and checked through each class, looking at many of the subclasses with his interest piqued. However, as he felt quite indecisive on which one he wanted in truth, his mind was made up after a while of eliminating those that wouldn't really fit his current situation.
And even though he felt a strong desire to pick the Brawler subclass, he ended up settling for something a bit more versatile within the Rogue set.
Class Gained:
[Gunslinger] - Lvl. 1
It was something that sent a wave of excitement through Dante, even though he currently didn't have a firearm in his possession, and while his father had a few tucked away for a rainy day, the boy had already been planning on getting himself one for a while at this point.
His pops had taught him trigger discipline and all that at a very young age, anyway, so he wasn't scared of them at all, even after what had happened to him.
It was always the person wielding the gun, not the weapon itself, after all.
Skill(s) Unlocked:
[Deadeye] - Lvl. MAX
The ability to visually slow down time to allow for more accurate shots on enemies.
The duration of the ability increases along with the level of the Gunslinger class.
Dante's eyes briefly widened, shocked that he was able to obtain such a useful-sounding skill with such ease. He knew that it would definitely come in clutch during certain situations, that was for sure.
[Quickdraw] - Lvl. MAX
The ability to quickly aim and shoot a firearm before anybody else.
The speed at which you can draw your weapon increases along with the level of the Gunslinger class.
The ends of his lips curved upwards as he got out of bed and quickly took a shower, before throwing on a random outfit and stepping out the house once again.
There was no time to waste, as his top priority at the moment was to get a strap, and he knew just where to buy one without too many questions being asked.
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Demarcus Bradley was somewhere in his late thirties, and one of the more recently-established OG's of The Families. He knew Dante's father personally, and had spent a bit of time at the house before.
While Dante wasn't exactly an official member of their gang, he knew quite a bit about most of the stuff going on around the area due to his close affiliation with them, which mostly came from his father and some of the people he had hung around with in the past.
Eventually, Dante had found the man near the Chamberlain Mall, and told him what he needed.
"Man, you know I got you, lil homie. Don't even worry about it." He reassured the boy, readjusting himself on his bike. "Just know, if your pops comes asking me about you, I ain't gonna hide something like this from him. As your father, he deserves to know."
Nodding, Dante smiled. "Yeah, I get it. I wouldn't expect anything less either."
If there was one thing Dante and the rest of his family had in common, he'd say it was definitely loyalty, especially when it came to flesh and blood. However, there were exceptions to the latter part of that, which included a few individuals within both of their circles.
Demarcus laughed, as they fist bumped each other and eventually went their separate ways. The man had told him what he needed would be dropped off at a certain location near Carson Avenue in about an hour.
Not only that, but once he saw the money that Dante was willing to give him as payment, he had refused it multiple times. Eventually, the boy just gave up.
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Stepping through the entrance of the Tahitian, Dante looked around to see whether anybody was around before he reached into one of the bushes in a corner of the apartment complex, as he felt around before grabbing something that felt metallic.
With a glance, a popup suddenly appeared.
[Colt M1911]
Trying his best to be as discreet as possible, he stuffed the gun into the hem of his shorts before walking back home, ready for whatever might be thrown at him within the near-future.
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The next chapter will most likely contain Dante's first mission, given to him by Devin Weston.
