Protect The Crown - The Killer Thief Series ~Book 1

The 'Snitch'

They say I'm crazy but that's not true, right?

I'm the long-lost daughter of the most dangerous mafia that died 3 years ago, every single one died from an explosion in our hide-out. Reason why? A snitch. And I hate snitches, that 'snitch' killed my brother, and I'll do anything to get revenge for him.

I luckily survived with my little sister and there were only three people who could survive. Two being me and my sister, the other being the snitch.

So now I'm an independent thief, I don't let my sister join me as she is only 15 and if anything ever happens to me I can't bare seeing her on her knees crying, just the thought gives me a terrible feeling in my stomach, we no longer have any family as they worked for the gang.

I always wear my brother's ring to remember him. He always looked out for me and he was an overprotective brother, when I was 10 a kid pecked me on the cheek and my brother punched him, back then I wasn't happy but when I think about it now I wish he was still here, he was like my father figure.

If you're wondering my father was a stubborn, lazy, rotten brat and only cared about himself. My mother didn't even know as she was cheated on by my father but we had to go with him.

Now that my brother is dead and we were the only ones who survived, I have to live with that trauma for the rest of my life.

So that's me. My name is Esmeray and the definition is the dark moon, I just turned 22. As a thief, I go by Phantom. Why a thief? I like a challenge and being the sneaky one without anyone knowing I'm even there.

When I was younger I used to think heroes were awesome to save the day, but now when I think about it heroes would sacrifice your life to save the world, but villains would sacrifice the world for you. That's how I see it anyway.

Villains will always lose if the hero tells the story.

Now that I'm done... I wanna steal something and that something would be an item from the snitch's house, I found out where he lived a couple of days ago and now I think it's time I pay him a visit, at this moment I want...no, I need to kill him after all he caused the riot in my life, he made me the villain instead of the hero to save them and I left them.

Maybe just maybe my brother could've survived if I just gone back to check.

While I was overthinking I stood in front of a small rusty abandoned-looking building at least the snitch wasn't rich and happy. Lucky for me the door was open and I carefully opened the door causing no squeaking sound. The Dark Green wallpaper was tearing off from the walls as well as lights flickering.

Trust me this is no horror film but any moment I feel like I'm going to get a jump scare and get murdered to my death. I walked as my black leather boots clacked along the floorboard. I opened every door in the hallway until there was one more it looked like the kitchen door and I headed toward it while opening the door.

I discovered a spilt glass still dripping wine from it. He must be a wine guy. But the thing that doesn't make sense is he either spilt it not that long ago or somebody was already here. I started to get more cautious and continued walking to the wine glass and came across a dead body, more specifically the 'snitch'.

"Damn it I wanted to kill that guy," I muttered under my breath.

When I started to examine the body he was shot in between the eyes meaning the guy who shot him was no newbie. Second of all his blood was fresh meaning the murder of snitchers death was here not that long ago. Third of all there was writing in blood. And lastl- wait hold on. I looked back at the writing and it said 'Looks like I did you a favour, Esmeray' written in blood, meaning they knew I was going to be here and they know my real name which is definitely not good.

This person didn't do me a favour as I wanted to kill him and he is obviously wanting to get on my nerves. 

I need to find out who done this and kill this idiot.

I picked up the bloody knife as evidence then I wiped the blood writing off the ground before anybody saw and left the building without noise. I quickened up my pace to get back to my penthouse, I made sure they were no followers then entered my penthouse. It was a modern penthouse, nothing too fancy. I had no guards, because that is hella sus.

I use to have guards when I was in the gang but now I don't as people suspect me as dead. No one knows that we made it out alive. When I reached my kitchen I sat down the knife and when I was about to rinse my hands Violet came downstairs.

Oh I forgot to mention, this pretty girl is my sister. She has been my best friend and sister for ages, she is 15. Now we looked out for each other we would do anything for each other and we both know it. When our brother died we were in each others warmth all day and night till we felt a slight better but we can never just get over it, we will always be in pain. For her she felt sad with father dying because she was the golden child, pretty, smart, never did anything wrong, perfect. Was I jealous? A little but it will not affect me now.

I use to always try make dad proud but somewhere along the way I stopped trying.

"Is that blood?" She asked while hurrying down the stairs to stand across from me

"Don't worry it's not mine Lilac," I replied while turning the tap on to wash my blood-stained hands. I called her lilac as her fav colour was purple like her name.

"And that's suppose to reassure me?!"

"It's fine, I just came across a girl who fell off a bike and I uh medicated her leg?" I stated but it came out more as a question

"I don't believe that, but I don't know if I want to know the truth either," she replied while getting a snack from the cupboard and yes, you definitely don't want to know the truth.I just smiled at her.

Later on we got some popcorn and layed on the bed with my two legs straight with a sleepy Violet next to me placing her head on my shoulder while we were watching a movie at 4am. Don't judge us that's what we do. My phone beeped, I got my phone out and saw a text that said:

Unknown, 04:13

You better hide deep in the streets and run, principessa.

Well someone definitely has a target on my head, while I checked on Violet, she was comfortably sleeping on my shoulder I turned my head and looked both ways to see if anyone was in the far distance through the windows but it was to dark to see.

But one things certain.

I don't run away, I face it.

A/n
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