Victoria Navitski's already messed up life turned sideways after the death of a close family member. Now, not only does she need to protect herself from the attacks of revenge seekers, but gang members too.
She enters the world of drugs, revenge se...
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"Bad Girls Have Bad Secrets. "
The Twelfth Secret - He's The Emperor
Each step was arduous the next morning, my every limb was ached and my head felt heavy, pounding as though a hammer was being slammed against it. I came to a halt at the stop of the staircase, gazing down at it as I wondered whether to make my next destination the kitchen, or my bike. I didn't want to run into him — but my stomach demanded something to fill it. Recently, my appetite had been returning. I sighed, placing a trembling hand on the wooden stairs case as I hastily descended.
On arriving at the kitchen, I instantly headed for the cupboards to see if there was cereal, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. Before I could move to the refrigerator, a shout caught my attention.
My eyes flickered to the window atop the sink and I stilled at the scene before me. There were two men pinning another to the ground. Being smaller in built, his attempt to escape was a failure, because the two men prevented any chance of him escaping effortlessly. In front of them stood my father. He appeared furious, hands balled at his side's and shoulders tense. I could hear him shouting; something along the lines of betrayal.
Stepping closer, I was able to hear the man's reply. He was speaking hurriedly, stumbling over his words. His voice was shaky with fear, "No!" He gave a shout, finally lessening his movements. "No, Conrad - you have to believe me! I had nothing to do with them - I would never betray you, I swear!"
I watched in shock, taking a step back when one of the men holding the so called traitor down, hoisted him up and sent a punch to his gut. He doubled over, a loud strangled sound leaving his throat. He appeared worn out and unable to put up more of a fight - which caused me to wonder exactly how long he had been doing so. I couldn't hear what was said next- it had been spoken too quietly- but the guy was then taken away forcefully.
My father turned and I, not having time to think, did the only thing I could; I ducked.
For a few seconds, I stayed still in a crouched position. My heart was thudding against my ribs as my mind raced with thought after thought. Like a necklace string which had been snapped, causing the beads to slip unintermittently. What was to be done with the man? Would they kill him? Who did he betray? - but most importantly - why had it seemed like my father was the one in charge? Why did so many fear him?
Remaining in a crouched position, I began to crawl out of the kitchen, praying I wouldn't be caught. I straightened once in the passage, but as I proceeded toward the door, I heard heavy footstep before my name being voiced reached my ears. I stiffened.
