Firecracker (SweetPea)

Prologue:

I opened my car door and stood beneath the lamplight of the street, sporting my leather skin as if it were a symbol of pride. Beside me was my second in command Kidman. Although everyone knew her by her common street name Siren, I had the honor to call her whatever I please.

Meaning I could call her Kiddy or Siren if I was in the mood. We both glanced over at each other as FP's car pulled up in front of ours. My hands ran themselves through my slightly greasy dyed blue hair before finding their way to the free space on my hips.

A snarky smile drew itself from my lips as I saw the man I thought of as a father once upon a time. " FP Jones." I walk up to him with a pep in my step, " Been a long time old man." I say as I cross my arms. FP tilted his head as he stared at me, his eyes wandering my now taller form. " Yeah, It's been awhile, Saint. Last time I saw you, you were Jelly Beans age." He said with a sad gaze lingering in his whiskey brown eyes. I nodded as I gestured at Siren, " Well Mi alma, this is my right hand. Introduce yourself." Order under my breath, watching Kidman shake her mop of curls. " Kidman, but everyone calls me Siren." In her eyes, she had a look that screamed pride, she always had that look and even to this day, I don't know why.

FP raised a single eyebrow as he looked over his shoulder at a few of the serpents who came with him. " Siren? Strange nickname." FP noted as he leaned against his truck. Kidman rolled her eyes as she fixed her jacket. " I'm Saint's right hand, and when she isn't around I make the tough calls, I'm not much of a people person, an I love the ocean. It's the perfect storm really,"

She said with a cocky smirk as she lifted her hand to look over her cuticles. " Plus from what I've heard, I'm quite the man killer." Some of the younger serpents turned red as they turned away from Siren's luring glance. I scoffed, " So Mi alma, do you know where my bastard father is?" I asked with low hidden corruption in my speech as the words father disappeared from my throat.

FP nodded, " He's staying at the Pembrook on the Northside. Him, Hermione, and Veronica." As my little sister's name fell into his sentence time seemed to slow down. I hadn't seen Ronnie in so long that I had nearly forgotten about that obstinate chica papás. I love my sister, don't get me wrong, but she can be such a brat at times.

" Even when my father is behind bars my mother and sister get the most lavish life money can offer," An effortless scorn could be seen dwelling in my baby blue eyes, another feature that sets me apart from my typical Latin family. " Yet I was thrown away to New Orleans correctional facility for a crime I didn't commit."

I shook my head as I visualized my sister getting her first boyfriend and going window-shopping, an then there was me, the little unwanted Lodge who was sent away by her rich mafia daddy.

The opposite of the families favorite child otherwise known as Veronica Cecilia Lodge the first, and then there was me, Saint Monrow Lodge. I was the gang leader from the city of creation. I was the Fuego infernal that didn't care if you got burned and would even dare you to touch the flames.

I was a saint to some, and a devil to others. My father was a crook, and he raised me the same. I can deal, steal, rob, and even manipulate better than he can. Hiram watched me wrap his mob around my finger before I was five, and then watched me learn my place on the food chain. I was everything Veronica wasn't and never could be.

I love my family, or at least I did before they got rid of me and never bothered to send a letter. I was mad. " Now-" I paused as I snapped my fingers, signaling one of my other gang members to get out of the backseat of my car. " FP this is Drifter, Drifter this is FP." I introduced the two and smiled at Drifter.

I left out one tiny detail about Drifter. He's only 12 years old. FP's eyes went wide as he watched the 5'6 boy walk over to him with his hands tucked into his signature 'Dorado Angels' leather jacket.

My designer gang logo made when I was just eleven years old, accurately a year after I was cast aside by my birth family. If I couldn't have my family by blood, then I'd sure as hell make my own by heart. Drifter licked his lips as he handed FP an envelope, " It's nice to meet you, sir." He said respectfully, just as I taught him when he was only six.

I've practically raised Drifter since he was a kid, his parents were druggies and didn't even give him a name.

They always called him Boy until I came around. FP looked at me, " Recruiting pretty young now of days." I chuckled, " Don't worry FP, Drifter is like my son." I say watching Drifter shake FP's hand, yet another thing I've taught him. I'm pretty sure I've taught him every valuable thing he knows. " I'm training him to take over the gang. Sure we have a few years until then, but it never hurts to be prepared."

I say putting my hand on Drifter's shoulder, " He's excelled in everything I've thrown at him. He has never had anything below a B- in school, I'm astonished when he's behind the wheel, and he can fight better than many of my older Dorado Angels ever could." I praise, laughing when Drifter shook his head in humiliation. " Mamá! Por favor, no empieces, me avergüenzas mucho más de lo normal!" He shouted fluently in Spanish as if it were his first language. I put my hands up in surrender, " Bien, cariño, sólo quiero que todos sepan que mi hijo es el futuro Dorado Angel rey,"

I turn back to FP who was watching the two of us with an amused smirk. He handed the envelope to one of his serpents and looked at us, " So where are you and the angels staying?"

He asked curiously, watching the other cars behind mine filled to the brim with more of my Dorado Angels. A low giggle left my lips as I thought about my soon be home. I have been saving my money ever since I was ten years old and now I've finally got enough to by a house for me and every single of my gang members.

" We're staying at the sweet water castle, and I managed to strike a deal with Penelope." I watched shock run across FP's face as he heard me say the sweet water castle. My father Hiram had been trying to get that castle ever since I was a little girl, and now it's mine. Penelope signed it off in my name so I could sell it if I wanted to.

" Now FP, we have to go get settled in. Send my regards to Juggy, and tell him I'll see him at school tomorrow." I say, reminding FP that I was a senior in high school and would soon be graduating.

Without another word Drifter, Siren and I all climbed into the Impala and began to drive towards our new home with Bon Jovi playing through the speakers.