Hello! I'm Nicole and this is my first story on wattpad so please don't be mean and give hate! I am a hardcore directioner, (That's a One Direction fan for you people that didn't know and/or have been living under a rock for the past 3 years) but I am writing a teen fiction story because I couldn't picture One Direction in this story.
Now on to the story!
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Kennedy Gun's P.O.V.
"Get in the car now!" He commands holding a Glock 47 to my head. I obey and open his black van's passenger door, knowing he could pull the trigger any second.
"Where are we going?!?!" I yell while he drives one handed with one hand on the wheel and the other holding a gun to my head. "Dad!"
"Shut the fuck up!" He yells. I wince at the language he used. I have lived with that talk for 17 years and I'm still not used to it.
A few minutes of trying to figure out what the hell is happening my dad Jett, pulls into an old beat up grey house. What!?! He gets out of the car and grabs my huge suitcase? When did he pack that?
I jump out of the car and try to run but I feel a grip on my arm on my wrist that stops my escape. "Not so fast bitch!" He yells in my face. I wince.
He drags my up three steps leading to a front door and knocks. But he has never been patient so he just opens it up harshly and throws me to the ground. Ow! "Dad!?!" I yell and throws my heavy suitcase by me on the floor and slams the door leaving me there not knowing what the hell is happening.
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Ryan Hunter's P.O.V
I smirk to myself knowing our 'little helper' is here, that Jett dropped off.
He bought a ton of cocaine, weed, and marijuana but couldn't pay for all of it so we managed to bargain for his daughter, Kennedy Gun. So now we basically own her.
"Nash! Ashton! Luke! She's here!" I yell looking at her on the ground. She looks up at me and slowly and stands up with clear fear in her eyes. Good.
"W-w-who are you?" She stutters backing away from me meanwhile the guys enter the room.
"He didn't tell you did he." Luke chuckles.
She timidly shakes her head.
"Your dumb ass dad couldn't pay us for all the drugs he bought, so he gave us you to pay the debt." Ashton starts.
"And we own you. So we can anything we want to do or have you do for us." Luke adds while stroking her cheek. She shivers at his touch. Good little bitch should be uncomfortable.
But the weird thing though is Nash sits back not doing anything, just observing her every move.
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Kennedy's P.O.V.
"Why do you want me?" I shyly ask.
They laugh. What is so funny? "You are the daughter of Jett Gun, the dangerous, jail ecasping, crimanal that never failed. And we have heard you're pretty good too." One of them says to me. He has brown hair, blue eyes, and is tan.
"We won't hurt you, if you do what we say." The one that was stroking my cheek tells me.
I gulp and look at their attractive, strong, and tattooed bodies. "Who are you?" I ask
"I'm Nash Chapman. That is Ashton Evens. He is Luke Braxton, and the last one is Ryan Hunter, our leader."
I nod my head and make a mental note of their names. I start to introduce myself "I'm -"
"We know who you are." Ashton says cutting me off.
"Oh..." I akwardly reply.
"So here's our plan. You don't have a choice really but, oh well." Nash tells me smiling a bit.
"You will help us 'illimenate' some enemies, and help us get a friend of ours." Ryan says with barely any emotion.
I nod, knowing I do this or die.
"Good." Ryan says "Now Luke go show Kennnedy her room. She's one of us now."
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So the cast is to the side!
Ashton, Ryan, Luke, and Nash are punk so if you want to make a punk edit for any of them then tweet (twitter) it to me @horan_girl_xoxo!
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