x

3

Photo of the house is at the top!

           

Not having any friends has never really been a problem for me. I was very close with my family and my father was known to raise boys and occasionally girls through his organization, who I would grow close to if they were young like me. They always came to him with a sad story of their life and a special skill. That's what my father was all about, special skills. He has people that can take snipe anyone over a mile away. There are people who can detonate explosives at the most precise times, not that there was much use to blow people up, but sometimes certain matters had to be tended to.

There was one girl, the third one my father ever allowed into his mafia. Her name was Caden and she was a year younger than me when she sought my father out. Her mother was a widow who was murdered by her boyfriend and Caden took it upon herself to use her ability to find exact pressure points to knock him out and tie him up. Once he came to, she one by one removed his fingers and toes, and then with one swift slice to the jugular, he was done for.

She had a hard home life having only her mother once her father died and had to help support them, even at a very young age. She was fast on her feet and with her hands and could knock someone unconscious in less than 4 seconds. She wasn't much for killing, I'm certain she didn't kill anyone besides the man that killed her mother, but she did like to watch them suffer. She would torture who ever she had to that was withholding information that she needed for my father and that was her specialty.

She was also the last girl my father let into his job. She was killed in a shootout that she wasn't supposed to be attending. Ever since then my father has always been strict about women joining the force and would respectfully decline no matter how talented they were. Caden death hit everyone hard, she was a little sister to all the men working for my father and was another daughter to my dad and uncle.

Since then I had only let myself get close with Jake. He was two years older than me and joined when he was 16. We had grown together from our teen years and was always on duty with me and my family as opposed to being right in the heat of it all. He didn't mind, he was more mellow than the other guys and didn't really find the thrill in killing people unless he absolutely needed to.

He was a brother to me, especially when my actual brothers left to go work beside my dad, Jake took on the role happily. He was the only person since Caden that I could consider a best friend and would know he would go to great lengths to protect me, and if I could, I would do the same for him.

*****

We just got to Arizona, probably 10 minutes ago and I was ripped from my thoughts of all the workers who I had been lucky to befriend. I was walking around the new house aimlessly, trying to take in my new surroundings while everyone else unloaded the car. My father and uncle were out doing business and right now there was only about 25-30 people in the house, which was surprisingly calm, but I knew it wouldn't last.

The entire house was in the style of an Italian mansion, with two large stair cases leading from the drive way to the entrance. in between the bottom of the staircases was a little wooden door like one that belongs on a dungeon, leading to a room with car keys, bullet proof vests and random items like bear mace, hand grenades and hunting lights.

The front of the house was decorated with huge white pillars and visible from the front were two balconies. The front doors were massive and could probably fit a decent size car through, the windows were huge as well, giving a clear view from the floor to ceiling of the outside. The inside had wrought iron railings everywhere from the stair case to where the upstairs overlooked the foyer.

The living room had high ceilings, good for the warm weather and keeping the house cool while the windows brought in an abundance of light. The floors were granite and carved stone columns were places elegantly around the house. The kitchen was made up of the most high-tech equipment but brought together with rustic and earthy tones, making it feel more like home.