The Gangster Princess

Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Crown of Ruin

Reid Dale Go

I was born in silk sheets and silence.
The kind of silence that chokes. The kind that hides behind grand pianos, glass chandeliers, and fathers who run empires.

People say I had it all.

And maybe they were right.

A last name that echoed power. A mother who smiled for the cameras but never at me. A room bigger than some people's houses. A car waiting by sixteen. Gold watches I never asked for.

But having everything means nothing when you're not allowed to want anything else.

☽ a//z ☾

I was the heir.

To a kingdom of businessmen and boardrooms.

Groomed to speak with precision, walk with purpose, and keep my mouth shut when I wanted to scream.

But I was a ticking bomb dressed in polished shoes.

I remember it clearly-first time I disobeyed.

I punched a classmate in junior year.

Not because he said something offensive.

But because he was right.

He said, "Must be nice having a perfect life."

And for a second, I hated him for not seeing how caged I was.

That was the first time I tasted blood that wasn't mine.
And I liked how it made me feel-real.

☽ a//z ☾

They tried to fix me after that.

Therapy. Anger management.
A new school with stricter uniforms.
They took my phone, blocked the internet, put guards outside my door like I was a damn prisoner.

But you can't lock up someone who was born to burn.

One night, I snuck out.
Downtown. Where the lights flickered like dying stars and music bled from bars with no names.
That's where I found it.

A basement.

Concrete floor, metal cage, crowd screaming names, fists flying like fire.

That was the night I met pain that made sense.

And I kept going back.

Fight after fight, win or lose, I carved myself into something more than the "heir to the Go empire."

I became something raw.

Uncontrolled.

Alive.

☽ a//z ☾

Eventually, I stopped sneaking out.
I stopped hiding.

I started recruiting.