Briella,17, never had a stable family set up. She was left alone by the age of 7, to fend for herself. Her father hated her, abused her for her whole life. Briella usually got into trouble with the law. She has never trusted anyone before in her lif...
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Scar sent me home, he stopped at an ice cream store. I got bubblegum ice cream while Scar got cookie dough. Once I walked in, my brothers bombarded me with questions.
"Was he okay?"
"Did he do anything?"
"Do I have to kill him?"
"No, it was lovely" I blushed, making me brothers either smile or fake puke.
Rude.
I walked into the gaming room, finding Damon. "Hi!" I said.
"Hi fart face, how did it go?" He asked, playing GTA5.
"It went well! Can I ask a question?" I asked, stealing his drink.
"Sure..." he said snatching the drink off me.
"Can you take me to get another few tattoos?"
He looked at me, pausing the game. "You already have some?" He asked.
I lifted my dress a bit, revealing the tattoo.
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He gasped before running out....
Weird...
I decided to follow him, curious of what scared him...
He stormed into the office.
"She's got the tattoo!" Damon shouted to Marco, Rocco and Ian. There was three other men that I don't know..I've never seen them before.
"What are you talking about you twat?" Ian scoffed.
I walked behind Damon, confused as hell.
"Briella! She has moms tattoo!" He shouted, pointing at me.
What is he talking about?
Everyone looked at him, on the urge of laughter.
Damon rolled his eyes, grabbing me to the front of the office.
