Veronica Hendrix is an 18 year old girl who loses her mother to five members of the Russian Mafia.
She has to find her father and once she does she comes to find out Carlos Hendrix is the Italian Mafia Boss.
After being under the protection of her f...
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VERONICA
"Now I'm not going to ask you again. Why?" Lucas growls at him. Max is the name of the guy who was apart of killing my mom.
Dad said get information so now we have Max tied up trying to get answers. It's hot helping though. He's stayed silent.
"Now I won't ask for much but was it your idea to come to the school to mess with Veronica. You know what you did right." He said circling the chair running a finger down the blade of the knife in his hand.
"Yes I do." Shit face says with smile looking directly at me. I feel goosebumps all over my legs amd arms from his stare. Cole, Damien, and dad are all on the other side of the mirror watching this.
They wanted me to go in to see if he'll talk. Lucas loses his cool and throws and punch at the guy. His head Flys back as blood spills out of his mouth.
"I'm not talking. I'll only talk to her." He says looking at Lucas. I freeze up but recover fast.
You're good just breath
I put a hand on Lucas's arm, "I got this." I tell him and he stories out of the room. "Ok talk." I say firmly hiding my fear.
"No yet hunny I'm not letting the people behind that mirror watch or listen." He says and I want to tear this guy apart.
Right then an idea pops in my head. I walk over to the table and get a gun out of the back. Pistol.
I walk infront of the mirror. "Oh cherry." I sake my head and shoot the mirror.
Code. "Oh cherry = Move!
"See no one there." I glare at him feeling better about this. "Now I want to know why? The same question he was asking you." I thrust a thumb towards the door motioning to Lucas.
"I wanted you to remember." He says running his eyes over my body.
Disgusting.
"Remember what?" I say as I step back. I can believe he's my age. I didn't even see it before.
"The way I took the knife that day. And shoved it in your dear mommy's ch-" I bring my food up and kick him hard in the mouth shutting him up.
"Now I can see why for that reason, but. That's not the real reason." I say putting my face jnches away from his.
His eyes widen the slightest bit while mine stay narrowed.
How and I hiding this so good?
"I-im not telling you." He spits. I roll my eyes and walk around him grabbing the knife from my boot I run it along his shoulders. I see him tense up.
He doesn't know what I'll do. "You're scared." He smiles as I come around. I push my lips in a flat line. "Of what." I raise and eyebrow. "Hurting me. You won't do it." He cockily says.
Hm guess he really doesn't know. I take that as my que to shove the knife in his right shoulder. He screams out and I watch as the blood spills out.
I'm not going to be able to pull this off. I sigh as I leave the room. I walk into the other one with everyone. "I'm not expert on getting information so someone else will have to do it." I say sitting down and c.enching my fists.
How dare he bring up my mother like that. How would he feel if I killed his mother and then went to tell him how I did it. Not great huh?
Even if I didn't show it it did hurt. Like he got free and started stabbing me theway he did my mother. Stab after stab the more it hurt.
I may be okay now and not an lazy ass but I'm not fully recovered from her death. Now I keep saying that but the truth is I never will. When you ok one someone there is always a part in your heart that hurts.
It'll never leave. That person meant a lot and you knew them did everything together and they were gone just like that.
Must for mom it was different. It wasn't old age or a quick fast one. Not it was Mafia related making it even more of a traumatic event.
She died being stayed to death. Then they left her while her own daughter watches as she dies.
I couldn't even do any thing. If I tryed I wouldn't have helped and I probably would have died any way.
"Veronica?" I look up to see everyone staring at me. I shake my head, "Sorry." I say and pay attention.
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"You know your being awfully quite." I say to Lucas as we sit next to eachother in class. "He just glares at me and I settle in my seat.
Ever since he told me about his past he's been avoiding me. I don't know why. "Why are yo-" "Ms. Hendrix is there a reason your talking during my class." Yes your talking during my conversation.
"Sorry Ms." I sigh and roll my eyes as she resumes her lesson. Caleb turns around and starts mocking the teacher. I put a hand to my mouth as I try and no laugh.
The bell rings and I quickly follow Lucase out of the room. "Please.... talk .. to me." I say each word trying to get around all the other kids as fucking lighting McQueen get away from me.
I catch up and grab his arm only for it to be ripped away when he turns around. "WHAT do you want." He glares at me.
I talk a step back feeling the anger flow through me. "Why the hell won't you talk to me?" I say to him. I watch as he looks at me.
His eyes moving from my left eye to the right eye. Back and fourth back and forth. What is he looking for.
He huff huff walks away leaving me in the middle of the hall.
Why won't you talk to me.
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Not edited I'll edit it soon.
Sorry forbeing gone I had stuff to do to prepare for school. I should be back on normal updates. Don't take my word tho because I said that last time and messed it up.
