The Gang Leaders Daughter

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So far I've followed my father's gang to 5 different states in the last 3 months. This time I calculated they'd come here before they showed up. They're do to show up in about an hour or so.

My mom might of been a flake but I finished college before I turned 14 and am mastered in multiple different languages, martial arts, and shopping. It's amazing what you can get done if you have no friends and barely have family.

I saw someone enter the old warehouse. They're earlier than I expected. I followed the person in quietly, praying they don't notice my presence. As soon as I step foot into the building I'm grabbed from behind, my assailant held me so I couldn't move, his arms and my light pink sundress restricting my movement to nothing.

"Who are you and why are you following us?" My assailant asked putting a gun to my head.

"Ok, ok, I'll tell you, geez, who peed in your frosted flakes. My names Abriella Abby Abrams, but you can call me Abby. And I need to find Zach Daniels." I explained a little giddy.

"Fine, come with me." He gently pushed me forwarded still holding onto me, getting me to walk out of the ware house. As soon as we stepped outside I got a good look at my daddy's follower, he had light brown hair and the toughest looking face I've ever seen, plus, he couldn't have been older than me, which instantly peeked my curiosity.

"Who are you?" I asked the strange boy, who held a gun to my head, with a smile knowing he wouldn't hurt me.

"Chase." He gruffed out.

"Well you should smile more Chase." I stated with a frown, noticing he'd never smiled once since I met him, and I didn't want to ruin my plan quite so early in the game.

"Sorry princess I don't smile." He said as we neared his car.

He put me in the back seat which looked kinda like a police car. He got in the driver's side, started the car, and slammed the door.

"How old are you? Are you 17?" I asked the strange boy in front of me, he looked about 17 or 18, my curiosity just skyrocketed.

"That's really none of your business." Again with the cold attitude, geez what's wrong with this boy.

I sat back and pouted the rest of the quiet car ride.

Finally after 2 hours 23 minutes and 5 seconded (my favorite game as a child was spy, so counting the time sorta became a habit). We parked in front of a big White House. As we waited for someone to answer the door I was excitedly bouncing on the step.

Finally the door swung open to reveal a 40 something year old man, with the same straight cole black hair and emerald green eyes as me. My breath caught in my throat as I looked into my father's eyes.

Finally snapping out of my daze I jumped up and shook the man's hand happily.

"Hi my names Abby!" I exclaimed, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice, the man just looked at me strangely and then to Chase.

"Chase, who the heck is this?!?!"

"I honestly don't know sir, she's the one who has been following us. When I caught her she said she just wanted to see you."

"I'm sorry but I don't do anything younger than 25, sorry." My father said.

"What?" I couldn't help the puzzlement in my voice.

"I mean you are very pretty and all but you're way to young. Chase take her home." The man said, then slammed the door shut, I was stunned to say the least.

"What on earth was he talking about?" I ask chase, still frozen in place.

"Can't you take a hint princess? He doesn't want to sleep with you."

Realization flooded in along with disgust. Before Chase could respond I slipped threw his grip and knocked on the door again.

This time I made no mistake, as soon as he opened the door I put my hand up, the universe signal for be quiet.

"I need to speak with you. And about earlier, don't worry I find just the thought of having sex with you revolting." The disgust clear on my face, if they keep acting like this my plan will be sure to fail.

He paused for a second then sighed and gestured for me to come in, Chase followed me in then shut the door.

My father gestured for me to sit down on the couch near him.

"So what do you want to speak with me about so urgently?"

I held my breathe for a moment before speaking again.

"Do you by any chance know a Karen Kay Abrams?"

"Y-yes" My father answered a little hesitant.

After a short silence, Chase exclaimed a little (more like a lot) impatient, "What does this have to do with anything?"

Thinking about it for a second, I realized something and started smiling.

"Zach, I'll tell you why this is relevant, IF, and only if Chase over there smiles."

"Fine, deal. Chase, smile for the pretty girl."

Chase sighed before smiling at me, it may have been forced but it still made me melt. I wonder what a genuine smile from that boy would do to me.

"Ok, a deal's a deal. Zach did you know that Karen died 5 months ago?"

My father actually looked sad about the statement/question before answering with a soft "no"

I walked over to my dad and sat right next to him on the couch, then turned to Chase.

"Chase, who out of all the people you know, do I look the most like?"

Chase sighed again, knowing he wouldn't find out why I'm here if he didn't answer, he thought about it for a second, "Well I suppose you look," He started and then did a double take, "actually you look a lot like Zach."

I then turned to Zach, "Zach, I'm Karen's daughter."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"No, Zach, you don't understand. *sigh* I'm 17 years old, I look a lot like you and I'm Karen's daughter. Put the pieces together."

He just stared at me with his eyebrows pulled together in confusion before shock finds a way onto his face.

"You're my daughter."

"What?" Chase looks more confused than I've ever seen him.

"I'm his daughter."

Both boys just looked at me with their jaws dropped.

This'll be interesting.