City Rulers

CHAPTER 1

The wind is blowing my blond wavy hair on my face. It's really cold but it's nothing am not used to. I take a long swill from my cigarette and puff the smoke as I exhale heavily. My fucked up life is nothing new to me since I kinda inherited it from my loving mother.

Loving. I huff in annoyance at the word. She was everything but loving.

I stand in the streets waiting for Xander to bring in the merchandise. Yeah I call everything and everyone merchandise.

You are probably wondering why am bitter with my life. Well here is a little scoop of my life.
My father died when I was nine. We were not poor nor rich I guess middle class and I got everything I wanted or at least dad made sure I did. He was working as a history teacher in some expensive private school near home. Mom was a housewife something I still find disturbing cause she had a passion in digging the past I thought being an historian was what suited her best. After dad past away in a car accident everything changed. Mom basically lost it, she could not cope with dad's death and she turned into alcohol and when the alcohol wasn't numbing the pain enough she added drugs. So yeah she was a drug addict who abused alcohol and forgot her nine year old daughter.

After spending everything dad left us for drugs and alcohol , even the money dad started saving for my college, yeah this woman was sick, she mortgaged the house, who does that when you practically have nothing. After not being able to pay to get our house back we were kicked out. And if you think that was hell, here comes the real hell.

Mom needed drugs and turned to prostitution to get money, how do I know this? Try this, she would take me along with her to those sick filthy fucked up bastards of hers and lock me in the bathroom while she did her business. After three weeks she took a squished apartment and enrol me to a school and I thought things were falling into place. I was used to not seeing her home almost everyday and I learned to do things on my own. That was until my thirteenth birthday when she left and never came back. I could no longer go on with school and I turned to the only life I knew.

Prostitution.

I began drinking and even smoking but that's the furthest I went. My life was already fucked up and I did not want to ruin it up further by doing drugs.
After ten years of struggling in the streets here I am today running the underground world of California. Everyone calls me the princess of the night. Only a handful knows my real name and they are my most trusted men. I have power in the underground world and people fear my name. Fear that's the way I like it. We have rules and if you dare break any of rules I punish bad. I don't have anyone's blood on my hand but I have a lot on my conscious if I have one that is.

Xanda clears his throat gaining my attention. I mask my face with a hard glare and he bows respectfully. Shoving my hand in my pocket I retrieve rolled up twenties and give them to him. He mumbles a 'thank you' and leaves me with the brunette girl standing a few meters away from me.
She looks up and meet my gaze before quickly looking down. I smile to myself amused at her action. She's quite a site to look at despite wearing rags as clothes. " I need a house help " I tell her not that I have to. I could just drag her to my house and tell her her duties but am not heartless. Okay maybe I am but I won't do that.
" yes miss" she whispers. I like her voice and second look she's hot. Am not a lesbian or bisexual but God's beauty must be appreciated.
" Good how much do you want?" She looks stunned by my questions and am confused for a moment before it dawns on me that Xanda must have threatened her. Sick ratass.
" any amount is okay miss" she mumbles ever so quietly, so it's confirmed I like her.
" Okay I will decide then once I see your work" I tell her and she just nods.
We start walking to my car and I realise I don't know her name.
"What's your name?"
"Annabel miss" she whispers.
Annabel beautiful name too.
This is the longest I have talked to my employees now that she's one and then I realise am just in a good mood.
I turn on the radio just to erase some of the silence as we are both lost in our own thoughts and some song I could really give a shit about blurs on.

A/N

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