Til the Last Bullet UNDER CONTRUCTION

Chapter 2:

Namiko
My eyes roamed the face of the beautiful brown skinned man. His name didn't even register in my head so I continued to repeat it. Miliano. Miliano. Miliano. I've never met him so he must have been the newest drug dealer. Yes I said drug dealer. My father Eli "Big E" is a drug lord along with my brother and they both frequently recruited new "soldiers". Once again he interrupted my thoughts with some bullshit.
"Are you gonna tell your name or stare at my sexy face?" Okay so now his cocky attitude messed it up. "Who said I was looking at your ugly face anyway and you shouldn't be in my space no way" I responded back with a little more attitude than usual.
With that being said I walked away towards the kitchen to start breakfast. I started to think about how that bitch messed up my morning. I slipped in my headphones and started to sway my hips to the music as it started to take me away.
"What you cooking?" He questioned wrapping is arms around my waist.
I twisted out of his grip and turned around in disgust. 
"Numero uno why are you touching me? And why are you worried about what I'm cooking for myself if you can't have none." I rolled my neck and drug out my words.
"Mmmm feisty. Just the way I like em." He licked his lips looking me up and down.
*"Baka" I rolled my eyes and continued to whip up my food.
**
I just finished washing the breakfast dishes when my father slammed the door and continued to rant about one of the trap houses. "Family meeting in the conference room now." The echo of his voice seemed to ring in my ears as he stomped all the way to the conference. I followed quickly knowing when the conference room was involved it meant business. I looked around the room filled with dad's employees sat down in the plush velvet chairs quietly. I was actually afraid of what today's "family meeting" was going to consist of. But as my father says there is never enough time for a thug to be worried.
****translation
Baka : Japanese for idiot