The Bad Boy Won't Let Me Go.

That's Lilah!

< Picture of Nick Adams on the side.

Drew's POV.

Okay, okay. I know, what I did was wrong, she's my little sister, I know. But Lilah knows, she knows to never try and talk to me, touch me or frustrate me when I'm angry, drunk or overdosed. But no. She questioned me, she annoyed me and tried to help me. She was dumb for that, she knew. Lilah doesn't know the love our mother never had for us, she doesn't know what I have to face everyday of my life, rejection. Pure, bitter and heartless, rejection. From the one who produced me, who brought me to this earth. But Lilah doesn't know, in fact, she doesn't need to know. That's it! I stood up from this dark, locked up and abandoned place. I banged on the door for another hour, hoping that they'll open but nope. Guess I'm stuck here, for 6 months.

"Come boy! Frank wants to talk to you." One of these guards unlocked.

"Well why don't you fuck off?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Trust me, I wish I could." He said unlocking my cuffs.

I walked through the long and dark passage and made a turn into Frank's office.

"Andrew boy." He smirked.

"What?" I frowned.

"Watch that attitude." He said sternly.

"Fuck, Frank, I know the procedure, I stay here for six months, you keep me off my drugs then in exchange I get $10000." I frowned and stood against the wall.

"Well let me tell you a story, you have had many chances Drew, so I change the procedure." He smiled. Fuck no!

"No you don't." I frowned.

"Yes I do." He raised his eyebrow.

"So if I get a call from Lilah, saying you laid a hand on her, I take her, I use her for my smuggling then I kill her." He frowned.

"That's bullshit! I didn't fucken sign up for shitty stuff, you can't kill Lilah, you supposed to protect her, from me." I shouted and he shrugged.

"Well the game has changed." He laughed.

"Now get out! Make money, pay your bills and I never wanna see you." He shooed me out of his office.

"You're full of shit!" I spat in his face and left the office.

Kill Lilah?! Hell no!

Nicole's POV.

I woke up to the sun shining through the curtain, definitely does make me happy.

"Nicole, why does my car have a scratch?" Nicky budged in.

"It doesn't." I lied.

"Yeah because my eyes were deceiving me right?" He frowned.

"Fine, I'll pay for the repairs." I got up from my bed and went to take a shower.

"You better!" My brother shouted.

***

After an hour of explaining to Nicky that $4500 is too much for a little scratch that you can simply paint over. I finally made it to my first class and I wasn't late.

"You're Nicole right?" A beautiful small girl approached me.

"Yes, that's me." I smiled.

"You should stay far from Drew Parker, he is dangerous." She stated.

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"Unless you would enjoy being raped, taking care of a child alone, then go ahead, but I warned you." She said and went to sit in the far corner of the class.