With the Gang Leader

Chapter 1

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01. Her knacks are disgraceful.

Rayne dipped the paint brush into the red color paint bottle and glided it against the canvas, giving beautiful stroke to the painting. The paint stuck vibrantly to the canvas at first but as the streak extended the colour became disintegrated. She was totally enraptured in making it. Her

She was everything a normal father would want. Always scored A, was very disciplined and creative too . Her quiet nature and wise thinking always snared good people. The adjectives used to describe her were what every common man looked in his daughter.

But unfortunately her father thought she was a disgrace. Her skills, her actions always brought shame to their gang.

A knock on her room's door interrupted her.

"Come down. Dad wants to speak to you." Chasity called her from outside, her voice holding a strange audacity. On a usual day, this one sentence stand alone conversation-- pity it could be-- was a rarity but it seemed that today was an exception.

Chasity was Rayne's step sister. Her father married another women just after her real mom died.

Rayne let out a sigh and placed the paint brush on the mulberry table nearby. Her room was clean and her walls were embellished with her paintings. She hurriedly bolted her legs downstairs.

Their house was quite big. It was a two storied building and her room was at the top.

She never wanted to bring dishonor to her family. But she couldn't help it. It is said that everything happens for a reason, she always wished that she knew that reason. She never complained about her life.

The 19-year-old, rushed down. She hesitantly peeked inside the living room only to find her father, who sat on the sofa in a relaxed manner .

"Father", Rayne said, her voice barely above a whisper but loud enough to grab her father's attention.

"Rayne, come in" her father, Mr. James Munroe snorted out .

She entered the room. Chasity was sitting on a bean bag staring at her awfully long nails like she could find bacteria in them. If she had any idea what bacteria was.

Chasity's lips turned from a thin line to a curve that people call smirk. Deep down Rayne wanted to slap that irritating smile off, but thank god she was patient enough.

"Tonight, we have some very important guests coming here. I have a very important deal to sign with them and--", James paused in the middle of the sentence to see Rayne's expression. She looked blankly on her toes.

"I am talking to you Rayne!", he shouted at her. "Are you even listening?!"

She nodded an unspoken 'yes'.

"So where I was?Ah, yes. So I don't want you into the house around seven, got it? You can come at eight." His words showed immense strictness.

Rayne simply nodded and made her way outside the room.

She climbed the long stairs that lead to her room and quickly grabbed her duffel bag and her sketch book and rushed outside, probably to the book store.

She loved books and the book store she usually went to was not that popular. An old lady took care of the old dwelling shop. It was five in the evening and she couldn't come back home before eight.

It always disappointed her, the constant use of harsh words . After completing her high school, she wanted to study and continue the next few years in building her career. But, she couldn't gather enough courage to ask her father.

Anyone who knew her thoroughly could guess where she went, where she spent her majority of time but no one actually knew her. If looked carefully, it was an unfortunate nightmare for the ones who abused her.

For very long three hours, she contended herself in the sea of books and found an invariable interest reading them.

Her father's guest was none other than Alec Warner, the astounding young, good looking bad boy that every girl was smitten over. He was careless, and was mostly late to meetings. As in for his meeting with James, he followed his same old traits.

He was late, but no one could point fingers at him. It was eight-thirty and Rayne was proceeding towards her house, unaware of the fact that the so called important meeting was still in process.

Her small hands, carried more than four books and an unpainted canvas, accompanied by some brushes and color bottles.

Too much for a girl to handle. It is almost eight-thirty and late enough, their meeting would be over by now. She thought.

"So according to the deal, I--" Alec started but was interrupted by a faint knock on the door, which was produced by Rayne's left foot, explanation to: her hands weren't empty.

One of the servants sensed the raw tension hanging around in the atmosphere and scurried the door open.

Alec stared at the door as if he would burn the door into mere ashes by his imaginary laser eyes.

Rayne entered in a very haphazard manner and caught everyone's attention. She looked up, only to find that she is the intruder in a very important meeting that her father warned about.

She stood there astound with every pair of eye on her. Grabbing all her senses, which were temporarily lost, she tried to hurry towards her room but in the process, her articles fell on the floor.

Her father shot her a look which undoubtedly meant 'you are doomed'.

"Who is she?" Alec asked, breaking the awkward silence.

Rayne gulped a nonexistent lump in fear. Her father's face grew pale. He didn't want to feel the disgrace again but now he cannot take a step back.

Alec smirked staring at the pale, undeniably beautiful brunette with hazel eyes.

'What did I do? Damn my bad luck.' Rayne thought.