Gangland: The Resurrection of Melbourne's Underworld {M.G.C}

Ready To Run

Stella

The week past by slowly but surely. It was full of almost sleepless nights, I would have been lucky to get three hours a night. I was going stir crazy, stuck in this motel room, not being able to leave. If I had to stay here much longer, I would probably need to be put in a straight jacket and carried away. I was more than thank full that tomorrow, Calum would arrive with our fake passports and credit cards.

Michael and I had spent the week, in the room, doing next to nothing, it was all we could do. Two days ago, Calum's "friend" dropped by with hair die and bleach. So that I could colour my hair. Michael had coloured his own the night after we arrived. It was now about four different shades of purple, giving it a kind of Galaxy effect. On most people it wouldn't look good, but some how Michael Clifford pulled it off. But honestly? That boy could pull anything off.
Over the course of the week, he'd really considerate towards my feelings about the whole giving him a second chance thing. He'd also helped me bleach my hair the other day. It was now a disgusting white colour, and I was ready to put the hot pink Fudge in.

We were sitting on the bed channel surfing when we came across the news. I wasn't normally one to watch the news, seeing as lately all that had been reported on was the war that our families had partaken in.

"We interrupt our scheduled viewing tonight," the news reporter said through the motel room TV, "Maria-Stella Antonia Deangelo, the daughter of Nicky Deangelo and Michael Gordon Clifford, heir to the Clifford family of organised crime are missing,"
"So they've finally noticed," I said towards Michael, appearing upon his face was the same scared look that I had as well
"Yeah, looks like it's time to run," he said, "you ready for this Stel?" He asked, "once we leave Horsham, there's no going back,"
"Just bring me the scissors and the dye, Clifford," I said, as he ran to the bathroom to get the stuff; I turned my attention back to the television
"Miss Deangelo, was last seen attending best friend Natasha Kosnitsky's twenty first birthday last weekend; that was being held at, Melbourne nightclub Miss Collins," the reporter said again, "she was wearing a black strapless dress, and her dark brown hair, was left down and curly,"
"Oi get a move on Clifford," I yelled
"Coming," he groaned, "be patient,"
"Mr Clifford was also last seen at this event, wearing black skinny jeans and band t-shirt,"
"They're commenting on our looks," I yelled, "we need to get the fuck out of here!"
"Well we need to wait for Cal, with the ID's, Passports and Credit Cards," he said, "he'll be here in the morning!"
"Just hurry up,"
"Clifford, who has been known for colouring hair in recent years, most recently had his hair, jet black. This might not be the case as of now," the reporter said, " "it seems that this may just be a bit of a Romeo and Juliet story, I hope this doesn't end up in such tragedy," I took a sip of coke from the bottle I was holding, "if you know the whereabouts of these two please do not hesitate to contact Victoria Police,"
"Good thing I dyed my hair the day after the party," he smirked
"Yeah, well just fucking cut mine, so as soon as your mate gets here we can leave," I told him

"What's with the attitude Stel?" He asked, as I grabbed the remote and changed the channel, only to have it be another news program
"I'm just concerned that if we take too long with this we'll be caught," I shrugged
"Alright, so I'm gonna put the die in now, but I'm not gonna cut it,"
"Whatever," I shrugged, turning my attention back to the news program on the TV

"In a new development in the missing persons case involving Maria-Stella Deangelo and Michael Clifford, we have been told by police that there was a car accident just minutes away from the Deangelo mansion in Toorak," the reporter said, "the cars have been identified as Deangelo's Porsche and Clifford's Maserati," I couldn't watch anymore, but I couldn't turn the news off, I needed to know what was going on, "the cars collided head on in a deserted street, and could only be fatal for the two drivers," the reporter continued, "although no bodies have been found,"
"Fuck," I groaned, as I felt Michael put the pink colour into my hair
"Hold still, I'm almost done," he said
"Our hearts go out to the two families, and we will report when we know anymore information on the whereabouts of the two young adults," the reporter said, "here's a photo of what Clifford and Deangelo were last seen wearing, this has been Melissa Doyle for channel seven," I picked up the remote control again and turned off the TV.