[1] ALEXA, and her hell ✓ [Editing]

Gang Gang ✓

Kehlani — Gangsta
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"calmness is the cradle of power." —Josiah Gilbert Holland
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The 20th of January, Year 2024.

     "Alexa!"—"Vincent!"

     The two powerful men enter the room, with glaring eyes. Their children are in the midst of fighting. Vincent has the aim of proving he's better while Alexa just wants to bruise his ego. Reluctantly, she moves away and Vincent drags his feet over to his father who motions for him.

     "Well, that was some intense bullshit." Phillip mumbles after drawing back to his place beside Alexa.

     She says nothing, because being a direct opponent of Vincent Guiseppe, she now knows that he isn't all bark and no bite. He's a strong lad and he was overpowering her. Even though he's tall, he's unexplainably fast. She could barely keep her own against him. Silently, she thanks the superiors for interrupting their match, fearing that if he was given the chance to be on the offence, he'd knock her out, then he wouldn't have learnt anything about his egotistical behaviour.

     'At least his arrogance isn't just an act to hide his insecurities.' Disgruntled, she lets loose her hair and rolls her eyes.

     "Micheal, who's at the top of the class?" Petro's voice suddenly fills the room and Alexa's ears perk, knowing it's her.

     "Alexa." The frail man says without having to check his tablet.

     "As expected." Petro beams in his own little world and Alessandro frowns, stepping close to Frayer to get a glimpse of the scores.

     "Alexa what?" He asks.

     "J–Just Alexa." Micheal stutters.

     Petro nods, "Just Alexa."

     Vincent glances at the girl he was throwing hands with, cocking a wild eyebrow. She's yapping away with the boy whose eyes are still closed. Vincent is confused. 'What's with that guy? Is he blind?' Weird. They are both discouraging sights, yet still, she's at the top of the class and if he's her partner, then he's probably right behind her.

     "Alexa, child!" Petro calls, getting her attention. He waves her over. "Come here for a moment!"

     She heads over, completely at ease in her skin. "Yes?"

     "Mr. Alessandro Guiseppe here has made a request for his son." He says. "It's tagged red and I want you to fulfil this request with the help of your partner there and another pair."

     Alessandro scrutinizes the young girl, whose laid back aura doesn't mesh with her surroundings. Not even his son is this relaxed at the thought of committing murder.

     Petro continues, "You're going to get rid of a gang for them. Something something family—what's it called?" He looks at Alessandro who only stares back. "Well, the name doesn't matter. They're a threat to Vincent and you'll be paid nicely. Get rid of them."

     She nods unsurely, "Deadline?"

     "Two weeks. There are exceptions that shouldn't be killed, but we'll get to that later."

     "Understood."

     Vincent's eyes bore into the side of her skull, as he stands beside his father. 'Just what is this?'

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