The Gang Girl

Chapter 7- Conflicting Pasts

"You, young lady, are very, very lucky you weren't killed and your friend as well." My father seethes as we're driving home.

"Gee, papa, your confidence in me is encouraging," I say, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, young lady." He scolds me.

I hear my second oldest big brother, Zakhar and Elijah snickering in the background and I turn and scowl at them. Blue stops but keeps smirking at me, raising his eyebrows at me almost as if to say 'sucked in gang girl, getting brought down a notch.' Zakhar continues laughing at me so I lean over a little more and punch him in the thigh.

"Owww." He complains, rubbing the area as I turn back to face the front.

"Where's the witch papa?" I ask him.

"Your step-mother is away in Europe for the fashion shows." He says, smiling slightly at the resurfacing of the old name calling and correction game we used to play before I left.

"Now isn't that a shame?" I say casually.

My father snorts and reaches over ruffling my hair. I endure it but hastily fix it and tuck my hair behind my ears after he's finished. He glances down at me and his smile grows as he fixes his eyes back on the road.

"She's going to pitch a fit when she sees those ear piercings." He tells me, still concentrating on driving.

"Wait until she sees the belly piercing and the tattoo. She'll either chuck a rage and try to kick me out or keel over." I say, reaching my hand up and running it over my ear, feeling the 3 piercings on my lower earlobe and the conch piercing further up. The other ear only has three.

My father groans.

"Oh God, I hope you aren't a bad influence on Kiana."

"Hey! I'm great with children thank you very much." I say indignantly.

The conversation drops off between dad and me, leaving the two boys having a conversation in the back seat of dads black range rover. Zakhar and Blue had hit it off straight away at the airport and were well on the way to becoming partners in crime... I mean best friends.

"So you had a brother in a German gang?" Zakhar says quietly and I zone in on their conversation but continue looking out the window at the passing winter forest scenery.

"Yeah. Haydn. My big brother. It's amusing really, because, in our family, everyone's all about being seen, and being fancy and the typical rich asshole, but my brother went into a gang where they aren't meant to be seen and fancy. He was, however, a bit of an asshole. But I still loved him." He trails off.

Houston we have a problem.

My conscience resurfaces with vengeance.

Two years together, and I never met my boyfriend's brother and family. With good reason, it kept them safe. I pray to God to God that this was all just one massive coincidence and it is possible, I mean the Rieder family is a pretty big German family, but what are the chances of there being two Haydn's, around the same age, in a German gang that belong to the same family?

What do we tell him? If it comes up?

Nothing. Not until it becomes necessary. I can't relive that story and I honestly don't think Elijah needs to know that, if you want to get technical, that I'm the reason H is dead.