Skye

Prologue

She would often walk the streets red eyed. The rumours were different. Some said that it's from lack of sleep, which could be possible, having her job in mind. The others said that it was from crying continously. Those were never seen again.

She was a big girl. And big girls don't cry.

She would be covered in black daily, her need to stay hidden overpowering her love for fashion.

She was noticeable. Her perfect model like body and the seemingly soft facial expression caused many' attention. Her curves and the beautiful thigh gap were her attributes added to all the other things that could represent the strong woman. She was a beauty that belonged to the bad guys. Yet she hated it. She hated the well defined abs and long legs, her long silky and smooth hair. She hated it to the core, despised it even.

Being a beauty wasn't easy for her. At the age of nineteen, it was her fourth year with the gang and she was very respected after two years of struggle.Respect was very hard to earn, yet very easy to lose.

Cocky. The one commonly used description when it came to her. She used her looks combined with talent, brains and attitude to get what she wanted, when she wanted.

A Seducer, Cold Blooded and a Gamer were all her positions in the gang and she was a replica of the leader when it came to that. A triple threat.

And finally, a beast. As everyone had a bad side, so did she. Short-tempered, strong and fast, she would often do things on instinct which resulted in trouble and more trouble.

She was the one, and the only, Skye Johnson.