The Mafia

my freedom

Sarah pov

"Sarah my baby girl come down for breakfast" My annoying mother said. And i roll my eyes. I can't name how much times i told her and dad to stop calling me a baby.

I hate them can't they see that. They are so fucken annoying. Everytime. Baby girl come here, I freaking hate them.

I have to go some where far away for a little while. I can't stay here with these people.

I got up from my big queen size bed. And made my way to my big bathroom. You are maybe wondering why everything is huge for me is because. They spoil me. And we are actually filthy rich. And i don't listen to what they say and there is nothing they can do or say.

I take a quick shower, then I quickly put on my lady things. I then put my z-k20 in my handbag. It's actually my gun.

I put on my makeup. Then I head down stairs. To find my mother sitting down on the counter with my father between her legs. I take my time and open the front door. I take one last look at them. And rush to my bike. I hop on and ride into the city. Which is new York.

The city is my favorite place to go and smoke and cool out. And it takes my trouble mind off of the past history. I just love the place. Do I have a point there?

I stopped at my friend bar. Which named after the rebel that owns this club. 'Bad girls Club'. She is my good friend. We share every thing. And she teach me how to manipulate men and gangsters and killers. But she didn't said she could manipulate hitman and the mafias.. She told me she truly try it once but fail at the snap of her finger. Of course she could have done it but she have to have a little style.

I went inside and take a seat at the island. I didn't see her. Looks like somebody is running late. She always come here late. Telling me that she needs to look good. She is not a old woman but is in her fearless thirty. She has black hair. And blue Muderus eyes. She loves to carry guns and that is one of the main lesson she teaches me to do. How to shot. And handle the machine.

And because of her skills everyone who knows her call her mother rebel. And i guess right. She turns me into her second. And i love it.

I looks just like her but different eyes. Her customers call us twins. The same black hair and face, curvy body. I meet this fearless woman at a night when some wild gangster try to kidnap me. She was passing by and saw this. She helped me that night and i wouldn't for get. And it was all my parents fault. They left me that night. On the street to wait on my aunt to go to a Christmas party. At her house. They are such wicked witch and wizard. That's the reason why i hate the couple.

I faithfully finished drinking my beer. Feeling kind of dizzy. I walked back to my bike i hop on once again. I sit there and smoke. I feel the breeze among my skin and i laugh. I love being free. No parents telling me what to d, no baby sister or brother to hold me back. No boyfriend to tie me down with him. No school. Just nothing. Nobaby, I love my life.

I have been doing mad things from i was thirteen.now am twenty. Am actually a adult. I can do what i want to do.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a black SUV. Stop at my bike and i try not to pay attention to who it's. I keep on smoking and thinking about how my life is going on well. But was cut off once again when i heard  the car ingin.

What do they want? I groaned and looked at the black SUV. But what caught my eyes having me wishing I stayed home. There are about ten different color SUV. And thats mean it's one of the city mafias. Yes i said one of the city mafias. There are more than one. Mafias.

I know that I park in the way but who cares. It's my place now. My town.
"What the fuck do you fuckers want? " I said harsh and glare at the car like it's my worst enemy.

The cars doors opened. And i mean all of them. And there is about fourteen men standing there with guns. Aren't they afraid police officers will come and lock them up. Or somebody call the chief. Maybe i can do that one for them. I grin at the thought of them getting locked up and me free. I actually have a gun in my bag.

"Get the fuck out of the way bitch! are i will blow your pretty little head off" One of the men threatened and my smile dropped. What the fuck did he just threatened me. Does he know who he is talking to.

I take out my z-k20. This is the reason why i carry this weapon for times like these. "Who the fuck do you think you are nigga. I own this road and place" I get up from off of my bike and walked to him. As I said this. I stopped in front of him.

All the other men turns to our direction to watch the scene. I knee him in the croch when he was not expecting it. I then stepped on his left arm. When he dropped on the ground grunting. I smile and looked up at the other men. "Do you want your share niggas? " I asked them and they smirked. Why are they smiling when they should be scared. It's not a joke I will hurt them. "Wh-" I don't finished what i was saying when i felt a sting on my neck i looked around to see a beautiful man. With a needle in his.

"Your mine. Now bad girl. Your mine" That is the last thing I heard the man said before i black out.