Welcome to Gang Life

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" So as you know my family and I are very rich and my job was being the head of a life insurance company, but now I have retired to spend more time with my wife and handed my business down to my son...Derek the eldest," he begins motioning towards Derek with his hand.

I look over and his face seems emotionless. Whenever he sneaks a glance at me his eyes become sad and he lowers his head in shame. His build is rather muscular and his brunette hair is swished back while his look remains neutral.

" I have another job to, but that's too long to dwell in. When you were born your mother and I were ecstatic and..."

" Don't call her my mother because she's not and you're not my father. Parents are someone who raise you and nurture you. You didn't do that for me," I whisper at the end.

He merely nods his head and continues.

" But, since we had alot of money there were always people after us and we could barely protect our sons so we were scared for you. One day you were taken from us and we gave them half a million dollars to get you back. Then your mother...I mean my wife she was shot and died soon after. I didn't know what to do and I was scared it was gonna happen again so I put you up for adoption. I thought it was best..." he tries to reason.

It falls short on my deaf ears. That's a load of crap. He could've gotten better security so it wouldn't happen again and why did he keep my other "brothers" and not me.

" You left me because I reminded you too much of her right?" I ask.

He looks at me with wide eyes and shakes his head yes in shame.

" She was the love of my life and when we had you I was ecstatic. I had my little baby girl. No one would hurt you. But, then she died and you reminded me so much of her and I couldn't take care of all four of you. So placed you up for adoption knowing you would have a better life and look at you know you clearly do and...."

I put my head back and laugh.

" Seriously? A better life? My mother and father were shot when I was 5 years old. My brothers and I were seperated by Child Protective Services and I went into foster care homes. Home after home it just got worse, but I managed to get by. Now I have two god damn older brothers in a coma and I can't do shit to help them. The only thing I can do is to pay their fucking medical bills and watch them die!" I scream tears in my eyes.

I breathe in and out determined not to cry.

" April please..." Liam starts.

" Stop. Don't contact me for the next couple days please I need time to think. I promise I'll get to know you guys but I just can't right now,"

I stand up and walk away tears making their way down my face.

" Damn it!" I whisper.