It doesn't matter how broke you are. As long as you always have someone there to hold you, you will survive. I was the first one to wake up in the morning. But of course our moment of sleep had to be ruined. Somebody knocked on the door. As soon as I heard that noise I put my clothes on quickly and Ivy got up and dressed almost faster than I could. She put her jacket on and opened the door, then quickly fixing her hair. The sun was about to come up. You could see the mist in the air so it was easy to tell it was cold outside.
"Boss we're ready." Another woman came up to the door.
"Who's this?" The girl asked. Ivy death stared her for a second.
"That's my boyfriend, paws off Claudia." Ivy grabbed the bag and came over to me.
"There's food in this place and I put guards at every entry. I put where we are going and a number down in case you need something. I'll see you tonight." Just like that she kissed me for a few seconds and walked out in a rushed form.
Ivy's POV
"He's cute Boss." Claudia comments politely
"He's also mine." I can't believe Caudia would be so direct. I mean I'm her boss, I hope she doesn't try anything. I will kill her if she does something.
"Ivy wait!' Cameron runs towards me. "I'm coming with you."
" No way I can't let anything happen to you."
"I don't need to remind you that I DO have experience."
I glared at the ground for a second before answering. "Fine. But I am the one in charge. Got it?"
I walk away to hear Claudia talking in the background. "If she's your girlfriend why is she so demanding?"
"Because I find it cute how bossy she is." I hear his footsteps behind me. "Oh and you and I...never gonna happen."
I couldn't help but smile as he said that. It just proves to me that I mean more than I thought I did. We arrived in the high quality tech room.
"If any of you are scared back out now because if you don't then you have to prepare for multiple battles in the cause of WAR!" Nobody walked out of the room.
"Grab your things..." I paused "Let's go to war."
The multiple cars that line up in the big garage we kept in the basement were loaded by all the people coming with me to fight this war. I was proud that I could take over such an empire. Cameron changed before we left. He had he hair slicked back with black ripped pants and a white t-shirt and last but not least, a leather jacket. He was a really fit man and I was proud to call him mine. He, Claudia, our tech guy Mandrom and another heavy built guard rode with me. I was excited to get this done with but also a little scared. I think Cameron could see the look on my face. He grabbed my hand to assure me that everything was going to be okay. I had some vans and many other cars following me. There were probably thousands of my people coming. The cars are programmed to go back and get more people. I had a plan laid out for every situation any of us could think of. I was surprised though to know that Cameron would not back out, and wanted to come with me instead. I'm glad to have his support. My only fear is that one of us will have to choose between our gangs and each other. I have a feeling it's not going to be me. When the old boss who taught me everything I needed to know, I was scared to control such a powerful environment. But now I am a queen, and I don't know if I can let that go. The thing is....I love Cam more. We really need to talk about this. But now is not the time, because as you already know, we are about to do the inevitable. We are about to become one of the most powerful gangs in the country. Soon even the world. I try not to spill blood but the whole point of this things is to win power. I find myself different from the bosses of other gangs. I don't think, but I know that I would rather have love over power and I don't confuse the two. I also don't get so obsessed with power that I would let my people die. I'm just not like that. But I have to be careful if I am soft. If I'm not bad things would happen.

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How to Disappear
Ficção Adolescente~ Book II ~ Sequel to Surviving ~ It was scary. Not knowing if I was going to survive what was happening to me . . .