Kamila P.O.V
Stepping thorough the doors of Kingshore High is always such a joy, note the sarcasm. Walking away from my sister and her herd I slowly strut to my locker, as I walk people start to make a little path for me, their such pussys here, little to almost no one will purposely walk up and talk to me.
"What you doing here stac"
"I came to see the golden dragon enter the gates of hell"
"Well lucky for you she's here" I say with a smirk. She just laughs and leans off my locker.
Meet Stacy Miller one of the few people at this school who I willingly talk to and hang out with, she's 5'4 with cheshnut hair, light brown eyes, brown sugar skin(yes she is black too) and sass for days. She has been my friend since I came to this school 2years ago.
"What you been up to all weekend" Stacy asks,
"uhhh you know just chill, my car's in the shop tho"
"really what happened to it?" "Nothing just a tiny scratch"
"ohh ok, you ready"
"You go ahead I'm just looking for sum thing"
"k".
As Stacy walked away I bent over and looked in my locker for my French homework, while bent over I feel some dumbfuck slap my ass. Now you see there are two out comes to this situation
1. I kick some ass and get detention or even better I get suspended
2. #1 happens
I swiftly catch the fuckers hand and spin around ready to give'em one in the nose but my fist stop when I come face to face with my twin, "are you fucking serious Mil?"
"What I can't walk to class with my sister" she said fluttering her lashes at me "whatever, have you seen my French homework"
"yeah I got it, it was in my locker", I face palm myself shit I mutter. Mil just grabs my wrist and drags me to class while saying "come on, are we're gonna be late".
Finally at the door, I push it open and as expected all the students stop and look our way "do I look like a television, stop watching us."
I practically scream, everyone's head goes back to doing whatever they were doing before. Mil and I go to our seats which is at the center right of the class with me sitting at the window and Mil beside me.
" So Thursday night we got a fight at the spot" I whisper, Mil just give me the stink eye and a nod, she doesn't like it when I talk about this stuff in public. I just shrugge and sit back, let the day begin.
Xavier's P.O.V
Looking over the files for the third conceptive time, I'm beyond pissed I'm....enraged. "So your telling me that some little scumbag has been stealing my money and shipments for the last 6months and no one has notice, until now" I ask in a sickly calm voice. The entire room is silent no one is saying anything and that's pissing me off more, "Answer fucking me" I say between gritted teeth, " ugh Boss" one of my men say, I nod for him to continue "Its not that anyone hasn't notice its just that at the time it wasn't a large amount of shipments so w w we thought that may mma maybe it wasn't such a big deal" the nerve of this bitch, my money goes missing and they dont think its a Big deal.
"Zandro" "Boss" Zandro answered in a tick off voice "Where is the last known destination of one of the stolen shipments", "Last known shipment is in California, U.S.A"
Looking at all my men with a cold dead stare, I wave my hand in a shoo movement. They all leave the conference room, leaning back in my chair I think about what I'm going to do about this and just like that I get an idea.
"Francesca?"
"Yes Mr.Michaels" my brunette assistant answers
"Tell Tom to get the jet ready and tell the men to pack. We're going on a trip" I end with an emotionless face.
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