Bea Messina.
Leaving towns countless times gets tiring. Running away from a past she never could forget.
On the streets, she's known as ruthless and anything but merciful.
In the classroom, you would barely notice her, she sits in the back and ke...
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Bea Messina
"Where is he?" I growl out, holding the gun to the man's temple as we stand in the middle of the alleyway.
"I don't know! He cut me off moths ago!" The man cries, putting his hands up in surrender.
"Wrong answer." I growl out again before pulling the trigger and lodging a bullet in his head.
His body falls limp and I walk away scowling, getting in my car and driving to the next city.
I have been looking for my father for the past six months. He has been on the run, trying to postpone his inevitable death. When I find him, him along with his gang, are all going to die a painful death.
Entering the bright Anaheim, I drive to a hotel and pay for a room for one night. There's word on the streets Forsaken gang members have been seen in these parts. Tomorrow I'm going out to find them.
Sighing to myself, I place my duffel bag on the bed and continue towards the bathroom. I take a quick, hot shower and slip on a loose shirt and shorts and hop under the blankets. Falling asleep instantly.
Waking up bright and early, I head to the bathroom and get dressed. I slip on a grey sweater crop top and high waisted, washed blue jeans.
Curling my hair slightly and putting on a bit of mascara. I had to look decent to attract older men so I could lure them into the alleyway.
After finishing, I grabbed my things and threw them in the trunk of the Devil. I smiled and jumped in the front seat, driving down the road to the bar.
I grabbed my phone and my wallet and walked into the small bar where Jasper Starace was supposed to be. He's a big member of my fathers gang and will know where their hiding out.
I also know he has a wife three kids he'll do anything to protect, perfect leverage.
I walk up to the bar and order a drink. I stand there and scan the thin crowd for my target. Word is Jasper likes to hook up with a lot of young women at the bar, perfect for me.
Seeing him, I smirk and walk over to him. His eyes land on me and they trail up and down my body. "Hey baby." He purrs patting his lap as he sits on the leather couch.
I bite my lip slightly and straddle his waist. "What's your name sweetheart?"
"I'm Hope, but you can call me what ever you want." I whisper in his ear, playfully biting at his ear lobe.
"Well Hope, why don't I show you to the upstairs, the owners here know me and I can get you anything you want." He whispers in a seductive tone.
I nod and he takes my hand, leading me up the steps to the upstairs loft. I knew this was up here and I knew he was going to invite me up here, he does it with all the girls.
