When I thought my life was just a black and white suit, I didn't expect a rose golden flower to grow, within my left chest pocket.
With her head on my shoulder, she sleeps peacefully and soundless, with only her chest that rose and then fell in steady breathes. With her brown hair falling, it looked incredibly soft as it hid her face a bit
Unintentionally my hand pushed it back behind her ear, exposing her beautiful face. Her long eyelashes fell on her cheeks and button her button nose, her lips pink and full pulled into a small sleepy smile as she snuggled herself into my shoulder.
12 years of searching and 4383 days of struggle, sweat, blood and tears.
A leader to the Dominus Gang is priority and pride and it takes sacrifices everyday to either gain something or to lose something.
The Dominus gang stretched amongst my groups, the west, east, south and north. My gang was bigger than the ones all over even the Sterling one.
Although it was a proud organisation we sell drugs, armoury, amongst other deals . Armoury was a big one especially to the territorial American. And hell don't they love their guns.
With my gang, it wasn't clean, everybody at the most had killed someone or something, in order to stay alive and maintain control. My hands were bloody and no matter how I tried to clean them off a drop of blood would remain always reminding me that I could only partially be forgiven and to never forget.
But my gang consisted of good men and women, doing bad things for a somewhat better world. Each threat that came was ridden off and most of the time the person or peoples that we had to deal with were disgraced people of humanity.
Prostitution
Slavery
Test experiments on people ; women, children and men
Human Traffickers
The list could go on forever but I knew that my gang was superior, loyal, wealthy and powerful.
The gang of hundreds of people is my family, something I hold with a firm hand.
But...
Essie...
I lost her
She was kidnapped
It was my fault
and I
didn't keep my promises...
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I had just turned 17 and my father just entitled me in the family business. All my life I had prepared for the moment I had been waiting to be the boss of the Dominus gang. It was a privilege and very burdening.
Driving along the streets I headed to the main house, along the suburban streets.
I was shit afraid, the safety of my family and gang rested on me.
Was I ready, was I prepared, I had no clue...
Most of the people my age were in high school in years 11 or 12, but me I had other problems, responsibilities and a gang to worry about.
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