*BAM BAM BAM*
Carefully wiping the sweat off my forehead with my black rag I squinted my eyes as the trigger pulled at the wrong time missing the criminal.
"FUCK!" I exclaimed, throwing my gun on the floor in frustration. Swiping my tongue over my silver lip ring, beads of newly made sweat rolled down my forehead yet I made no effort to clean it.
"Carter!" My brother called.
Sighing I picked up my gun and made my way out of the Aim room.
"Coming!" I replied
Walking down the long corridor, I quickly stopped in front of the one with Robert Shaden engraved in gold on the large black refurbished doors. Lazily I raised my red fist and knocked hard.
"God damn Carter just come in!" Robert exclaimed. Rolling my eyes I twisted the knob and waltzed inside. "I was in the aim room so this better be important."
Frowning he got up from his big chair and smoothed down his nicely ironed black Armani suit. Raising my eyes in confusion I started, "Okay? What's with the suit? Seriously I thought grandpa left like two weeks ago."
Shuddering at the thought he shook his head. "Oh god I hope not. Thank goodness he won't be coming back anytime soon. But no that's not what this is about."
"Then what?" I replied impatiently
"We are having some people coming over so go upstairs and change into something nice. And while you're at it take a shower because you smell like shit." He said while crinkling up his nose.
"Hey!" I said offended. "I do not smell that bad!" Silently challenging me he raised his perfectly raised eyebrow. Cautiously I raised my arm and lightly sniffed.
"Holy shit. I see your point"
Suddenly an idea came to me. Smirking evilly, I turned around and put my armpits up while skipping out of the white room with my middle fingers up.
"CARTER WHAT THE FUCK!" He wheezed.
'Yea fuck you too Rob' I thought while making my way up to my room. Making my way through the long hallway, I took a right and climbed the worn out ladder. My room was pretty small I have to admit. But it fits me in a strange way. I could never sleep in a big room, even as a child.
When Robert was 13 and I was 9, our parents were killed in a homicide in which my grandfather had been asked to take over my parents clothing company. I don't really remember what life was like before 10. Robert though had explained to me that it was all a blur because I had taken therapy and gone through surgery at a young age.
When grandpa came it was chaos because he was very judgmental and not the best role model hence the lack of friends I ended up having in elementary school and so forth. He wasn't one to give love or show any type of weakness. We were taught to be strong warriors "and warriors don't cry." He raised us from then on for a few years until Roberts 21st Birthday when he was fit to take over the company. The company itself was quite a strange one. We were never told what my parents ever did other then it was a clothing company.
Thankfully though after Rob took over Grandfather left and did not come unless it was an "emergency." Unfortunately Robert taking over did not give me any type of freedom. I was still not allowed to go out or have any interaction with anyone other than Robert and his friends. But I have been saving up money that father had kept for me until I had gotten older to pay for boxing classes i took.
Sighing I made my way to my small bathroom and began to turn on the water while shuffling through my wardrobe.
This was going to be a long day....
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A/N
:D Hi my little cupcakes!
Thanks for reading the first chapter, i hoped you liked it! Things will start to get more heated at the chapters progress. This is not edited :P I got really lazy to do that. I know the description on her life was a little less descriptive but it was really hard to write. :/ I tried my best.
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