Invasion • Grayson Dolan

1 - little game called death

*2 years later*
rosé
The clicking of my shoes tapped on the concrete floor as I heard the cars passing by, the light of the billboards reflected on my face in New York City.

I eyed everyone passing by, some on their phone, others laughing together, and the rest holding their children's hands, scared from something bad to happen.

I felt a raindrop trickle down on my cheek and I wiped it away. A group of men watched me as I walked by, I was wearing black from head to toe.

My coat was a dark black color like the night sky, with a pin that said "Dior", and some sunglasses on, even though it was almost midnight.

I stop dead in my tracks when I wanted to pass by the road but the green lights turned on for the cars to pass by.

As I waited, my right foot tapped on the floor as another raindrop fell on my shoe, followed by another...and another. . .

I looked ahead of me and someone had put their phone in their pocket, along with their money after putting some of it in a sleeping, homeless person's cup.

I smirked to myself as the light turned red, making the cars stop.

All the people by my side started walking, along with myself.

"Sorry!" I said to the person who had put money in the homeless man's cup earlier, after accidentally bumping into him.

After a while, I walked into a dark alleyway. No one goes here, ever. It had no lights around it, with abandoned houses on every corner.

I looked left and right before going into an old garage, that no one uses anymore.

"Hey guys, what are you doing?" I walked inside the old garage.

"Nothing really," Ryan replied as he put a card on the table. Noah, Naomi, Ryan and John were playing poker. Conner's lazy ass is probably sleeping.

I sat down across of Naomi and put the wallets, expensive watches and bracelets on the table.

"Back at it again?" Noah asked and I laughed. "I never stopped to get back Noah," I shrugged twirling my brunette hair around my index finger.

"We need to meet at the basement tomorrow to talk about our next mission. This one's a little dangerous, it's against the gang called black spades. They need 550 grams of weed by midnight."

"How much money will they offer?" Naomi asked.

"Tomorrow they said they're going to decide-"

"Anything less than 800,00 dollars, then they're joking," John remarked.

I nodded and said, "everyone get to bed, we got a lot of work to do tomorrow. Ryan, make sure the guns are ready in case they want to play a little game called death."

"Got it," Ryan stood up from his seat with the others and walked away.

-

My eyes adjusted to the clock on my wall, 10:42 in the morning.

I opened my curtains as the sunlight creeped through the windows, blinding me. I groaned and walked to my bathroom.

I washed my face and got ready for the day. I wore my usual black outfit and exited the huge house.

Things people don't know about me is that, I'm more than just a random girl who's in her senior year of highschool. Truth is, I haven't been to school since dad's death. I've killed more people than you can count. But instead, everyone sees me as an innocent 17 year old girl who hasn't done shit in her life.

I don't want anyone knowing who I really am, in any way. I'm fine with people knowing my identity in the mafia business.

If any gang snitches about any leader's real identity, it's never pretty. All gangs team up on them. Especially the ones you've helped.

When I want something, I get it. Or else something would happen to their family or someone they care about. That's why, the number one rule for being in a mafia is, be emotionless.

The reason is because, other mafias will always target your loved ones, which would make it easier for them to get what they want.

I deal with some stupid mafias who don't know shit, so it's much easier to get what I want. My father made a mistake when it was known that he loved me. His family.

I miss him, but whoever killed him will not be left alone.

I sit down on one of the benches beside a boy who looked about my age. He looked at me, and I tried my hardest not to look his way.

He looked away and I immediately started admiring his features. His eyes, bright hazel green color. His jawline is a goddamn knife. His muscles shown through his black shirt. Damn.

I feel like I've seen him before, I'm not sure where or when. Maybe I stole from him once. Or maybe I'm just overthinking.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?" He asked and looked at me, catching me off guard. I scoffed and said, "who said that pretty boy?"

"You've been staring at me for the last-" He trailed off looking at his expensive watch. It was detailed with diamond jewels around it, definitely stealing that, plus, he wouldn't even notice.

"10 minutes I suppose," he smirked at me. I nodded my head 'impressed'.

"So...what's your name?" He asked.

"Now that's for me to know and for you to find out," I smiled cheekily at him.

I stood up and put my hand out for him to shake it. He shook his head and took my hand in his.

Time to start your tricks Rosé. In one swift motion it was off his wrist and down the sleeve of my coat. "Nice meeting you," I said and tried walking away, but he held my arm.

"Good one," He said towering over me.

"Hand. It. Over." he demanded.

"Hand what?" I asked innocently, my fists clenched ready to throw a punch if he tried anything.

He took my hand and took his watch out of my sleeve. My eyes widened as he walked away. How did he know? I know you might think that obviously he felt it, but this trick never fails.

He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me, my mouth wide open from what happened.

"Incase you forgot this," he said.

He took my rings, watch, and wallet out of his pocket. My mouth remained agape. He came close to me and whispered in my ear.

"I'm not as easy as you think either sweetheart. Be careful who you mess with next time."