The Gangleaders property

Chapter 1

Victoria's POV

"Mom! Dad!"

"It's ok honey. Everything's gonna be ok. Just stay here and don't move!"

"Please don't leave me!"

"Sweetie, just wait here for us, we'll be back."

"No! Please don't go! No! No! No!"

Nooo

I sat up panting, sweat dripping off my forehead.

Another awful nightmare

I slowly make my way out of bed and into my bathroom. I shower and get dressed. Shorts, a crop top and knee high boots.
(Outfit below)

I blow dry my hair and put on makeup. I grab my keys on my way out and make sure to lock the door to my tiny apartment.

As i reach the bottom of my building I go outside and walk to wards my baby. My 2010 Dyna Wide Glide.

I made my way towards The black swan. It's a club where I work. I usually only bartend, but there are some days where I need the money so I also dance.

Once I arrive at the club it's 6:08pm, which means I am late. I park my baby and walk in the bar greeting the bouncer on my way in.

I see my boss, Jeff, standing there talking to two men is suits. I quickly sneak past him and behind the bar, hoping he won't notice me.

I start to set up when I see Jeff walking towards me.

"You're Late. Your shift started 15 minutes ago"

" I wasn't late" I lie "I was in the back getting bottles to full up the bar" I say pretending to be offended that he would think I'm late.

I'm a great liar. I have to be, cause he never people ask me is I'm ok, I answer 'yes'. And they all believe me.

Let me tell you a little about myself.
My Names Victoria Wilson. I'm 17 years old and live all by myself in a small apartment in Brooklyn. My parents died when I was 8. Or should I say they were killed. I then moved in with my grandparents for 5 years until my grandfather died due to lung cancer which was caused my him smoking. My grandmother then killed herself by overdosing on her sleeping pills cause she could bare the pain of living without my grandfather.

I left school at the age of 15, when I finished my igcse's. I started working at the bar after school. I got a fake ID and pretended to be 18. After my grandparents died I moved into my little apartment in Brooklyn.

Basically a little white girl who now lives alone because of death in her family. A typical story. Or so I thought...