THIS BOOK NEEDS TO BE EDITED !
Living in a hell hole with her abusive foster parents and older brother is all she knows. Magnolia Cambell's body is covered in scars of her past and her present, as she tries to fight her way through life. She thinks...
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Before the party started I exchanged a few words with Damon, who left earlier in the morning. He was on his way to meet the boss of the Burning Heath gang. The gang that is known to burn down anything and anyone, when they even dare to mess up just one bit, they would leave nothing left, just dust, dirt and ashes.
Our contract with them has been settled and in place for a while now, we were giving them the guns and weapons they needed to fight around the world, fight against people that shouldn't be alive in the slightest. Under their freezing cold surface, they are good, I know it. They hurt the people that mean harm to the innocent ones, they are like an invisible shield to them, even if it doesn't look like it. At least it was like this with the old leader. He got killed in a car crash and I believe the Italians mastered that plan. He has been the target of a lot a people for a while, but his hidden identity saved him a bit of time. He was hated by a lot of people, but I kinda understood him...
Elijah hates him too.
They are rivals after all. Trying to rule the world, destroying each other on the way.
That's how our world works.
Nevertheless things started to go down hill and my thoughts went all over the place when I got a call from my brother Grey. Luckily the party was already over and everyone had left because Ethan kicked them out when someone broke a vase.
Always the god Damn vases.
It's supposed to be me who breaks them.
Amyway, I need to concentrate on what Grey is saying. Apparently the motherfucking Italian are surrounding our house and I curse myself for letting our guards down for a single fucking night. After all a single night can make the tables turn upside down.
But my first instinct is to ask for Lila.
"I don't fucking know where she is Blake !" Grey yells through the phone, completely panicked.
"This was not meant to happen... shit shit shit... I should have listened." Grey's voice grows silent at the end of his words, which leave me perplex. What does he mean by that...
"What are you talking about Grey ?!" I growl into the phone as I made my way out of my bedroom with a gun in my hands to looking for Magnolia. "What the hell do you mean by I should have listened ?"
Silence.
"Greyson !" I push him further, urging him because I have to know whatever it is that he isn't telling me.
I still have my phone tugged in between my should and my ear, while I carefully make my way through the dark halls of the mansion.
