My dad was a drug lord, biggest drug lord there was. His name was Carlos Cortez but in the streets they called him Lucien, why? I don't know and I don't care. My dad kept me away from everything that he did in the streets, he even changed my name ju...
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I slammed the door behind me as I walked out of the house. I ran off the porch and ran out the front yard onto the side walk. I heard my mother yelling my name from the house but I just kept walking.
I'm done, I swear she on her own now. Ever since my dad left on my 12th birthday almost 6 years she's been out of it. She's does drugs, she's an alcoholic, and she's a stripper. She doesn't even half to strip my dad left enough money for us to be good for almost our entire life. She just does that shit for fun.
Did I forget to mention that, that bitch is crazy? She swears that I've been talking to my dad and meeting up with him at secret places, like girl he's gone and he's been gone for almost 6 years now.
My dad name is Carlos Cortez, he's used to be a big deal around here because of his drug business. I mean I still hear people talking about him like he's some kind if Legend or something. I can never comment on anything they say because I'm not supposed to let anyone know who I really am. Which is Malia Cortez, his daughter but my entire life I've been going by Layla Montana. The only people who knew me by Malia was my parents and my older brother who I haven't seen since in almost 3 years.
His name is Malcom Cortez, same mother same father he's 23 years old. He'll be 24 in 3 months and I'll be 18 next Thursday. I haven't seen Malcom but we do talk on the phone and text each other here and there. The last time we talked on the phone was last month, the last time we texted was a week ago.
Why my brother left? I don't know for sure but I'm guessing it's to take his seat on the throne as The New Drug Lord. So fucking stupid, the drug lord business has been running through the Cortez family for I don't even know how long. My grandfather's father passed it down to him, he passed it down to my dad and now it's my brother's turn I guess.
These fuckers would rather run a drug business instead of spending there time with there family's.....the fuck type shit is that.
I saw that I was approaching the alley and I slipped my hood on and put my hands in my pocket. The alley is one of the worst places in New Orleans. That's where most people have been robbed, killed, raped, and that's where people sale the most drugs from.
I was about to cross the street to the other side but I felt an arm wrap around my waist and before I could scream a hand clamped over my mouth and I was pulled into the alley.
God no! I'm a good girl! I haven't done anything bad, why me?!
I started moving around rapidly in the persons arms trying to get away but they only tighten there grip around me.
"Lili calm down, it's me. You we're being followed." I relaxed when I heard my brothers voice.
Wait followed? Who the fuck was following me? What the hell I do?
