Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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Lisa

The Vercetti's ain't shit.

Honestly, I ain't shit either but if we're comparing shits I'm Mary Slessor.

I still don't know what she sees in me, despite the fact that I ain't shit, quite frankly, I still can't believe she's standing right next to me, letting me hold her hand while I burn a fucking hole the size of a football stadium in the skull of Kim Hanbin.

Kim. Fucking. Hanbin.

We go way back, even before we became enemies competing for who was the best driver at the Jaguar.

The motto isn't Only the swiftest survive for nothing.

In order to be on top of your game, you have to be fast and you have to be furious. The amount of times I've wiped Hanbin's ass on the floor with a mop before he could realize what hit him shows who is clearly the Dominic Toretto in our war.

The Vercetti's used to be the big dogs in town 3 years ago. They ran the underground of this town, controlled the drug rings from town to Mexico and even had a few mafia's like the Vincenzo's at their beck and call.

Of course, Hanbin thought he was the shit since he became the leader after his brother was killed in retaliation by a rival gang because the Vercetti's killed their best hit man.

Blood for blood, that's how it works in these parts.

Once upon a time, the Vercetti's were chummy with my family–or should I say they were chummy with Marco, my stepfather. I never knew if Marco was aware he was shaking hands with a criminal in the form of Hanbin's father, but they were close.

They come from old gang money, blood money, dirty money and their hands are not fucking clean.

None of our hands are.

They're one of the oldest families in town and that filled Hanbin's head with hot air. Our families were in the same social circle, we attended the same social events and we were basically forced to be friends.

My reasons are my own but I never liked him, didn't fuck with his energy at all. He reeked of fakeness and seedy behavior even at the age of 12. He rubbed me the wrong way ever since we were younger and my resolve hasn't changed.

Of course, I had to be cordial and diplomatic when dealing with him because our parents would force us to bond. We never did because our dislike was about as mutual as 2 titties.

He didn't like me because I didn't come from old money. The snobby bastard who had his ass wiped with money before he was born though he was better than me because of paper. He had lots of it from birth. My mother was lucky enough to marry into it and changer her life–changed my life.

One minute we were living in motels and suitcases, the next minute, we were living La Vida Loca in a fancy mansion that I only thought existed in Hollywood. I also had a new dad and a new sister.

Marco and Krystal opened up their home to us with open arms and before I could say "Fuck," they were already married, solidifying our family ties.

I had no idea my mom was even dating anyone at the time till she came to the rickety motel we were staying one day and announced that she had bagged a millionaire.

No one knows about this part of me, not even Jisoo who is closer than a sister. Marco has always treated me like her own daughter, even adopted me so I have his last name and Krystal basically embraced me as a sister.

We may not be as close as we were before she left for Paris but she has always had my back.

And I've always had hers until now.