After 15 minutes we pulled up into a car park, near the park. This was something new, I have never been to this park.ever. It was colourful but it looked like it was being run by the dead. It was creepy like hell. I scanned the park until my eyes landed on the yellow swings. SWINGS. You are never to old to run for the swings. I ran for the swings jumping over the wooden fence. I jumped. Yes I was a super ninja. I sat on the swings and kicked my feet against the ground. I was moving with the swing. When someone decided to rudely interrupt.
“Amber, get your butt here” he demanded
“but.. I want to play on the swings” I pouted
“Amber, dad is waiting” he said in a more demanding tone as he walked away.
“fine” I sighed as I got up and followed him out of the play area.
We walked together in silence. Well I followed him until we reached a small clearing with nothing but a abandoned house. It looked like it was dying, the colour was wearing off, but it wasn't bad.
“come on” Matt gestured me to get in the house.
It had a small living room, with some classy ass furniture. The inside looked way better. He lead me up the stairs to a room. The door was painted a mahogany brown with a golden doorknob. This by far was the best door. Most likely the best room. On the way up here I passed a couple of rooms but all of the doors were closed. It was like a hostel. What the hell was I doing here?
You all most probably wondering why I am not scared shitless. Well I grew up with my dad. I got used to these surroundings and Matt was right beside me. Matt knocked on the door and waited
“come in” a familiar voice said.
I and Matt walked into the classy looking office. It was a lighter mahogany and had glassware on the mantle piece. The rug was a yellowy gold colour and the chairs where padded and patterned with paisley. This right here was some dark classy stuff. Opposite the desk I saw my dad looking down at a few pieces of paper. It looked like he was contemplating what to do. I and Matt took our seats on the other end of the desk and dad looked up at us.
“Gold I need to tell you something very important. Matt you only half the details so you have to stay and hear the rest.” my dad spoke
“shit, there is more bad news, seriously” Matt questioned.
My dad just nodded and took a deep breath.
“as you know I am now head of the gang” my dad began
I and Matt both nodded
“well, I am head because Lion has been caught and put into prison for the rest of his life, before he was locked up he recruited me to head” my dad continued
stupid lion, I knew one day he would get caught and end up in the streets. Well in this case prison. We called him lion because he was like our king. We all had nick names according to our position in the gang.
“i don't know how to say this, so I’m just come clean” dad sighed
“well I have been hiding something from you, more like someone. You have an uncle”
I and matt looked at each other shock clearly written on our faces. We had an uncle, my dad was not an only child, he had a brother. I looked at dad telling him to carry on
“well your uncle is my older brother. He is also head of the 'los rebeldes'.”
“are you fucking kidding me?” Matt yelled
wait.. so my dad has brother who is head of our number one enemy. The 'los rebeldes'. Los rebeldes is Spanish for rebels and considering our gang name was 'peligroros'. That was Spanish for dangerous. So I guessed our gangs were linked to Spain or Spanish in some way.
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The gangster's princess (under major editing)
Novela Juvenilfor editing Amber is not your ordinary Joe. she is far from it. her dad being vice head of one the most feared gangs is what she likes. she wants it to stay like that because she knows she will soon have power. she is feared at school but behind the...
