Lollipop

Lollipop. That's what they call me, everywhere. If you see me walking down the streets,they praise me. People always find me with a lollipop in my mouth. I quit smoking two years ago and I get these anxieties. Therefore,I suck on my lollipop.
(Favorite flavor). That's my favorite. Sometimes I forget how much I sucked all day. Fear I will definitely get some cavities. I carry five in my pocket in the start of the day then I lost count.
Either way, I'm a gangster. People find it hard to believe. A girl who's a gangster.
What her business being one? It's not proper for a lady? Is it even allowed? She doesn't know what's she doing! She's going to get herself killed! Don't get a women like that! She's crazy! That's what everyone says and questioned when meeting me. Many men underestimate me. I definitely prove them wrong.
I sell liquor behind the cops especially drugs. There's time when I have to get my hands dirty. I'm also a fighter but only when I need to. I make some business to the cops to get them off my back such as donating for a better police station and resources. Even though I work with them, they also praise me so they hardly mess with me. I also help them by selling out other gangster who did me wrong. I don't play fair. Nipper wasn't a easy man to deal with. He's such stubborn policeman. I enjoy getting under his skin when I threatened to end his career or life. He simply don't bother me anymore.
Other than being a gangster, I own my very own restaurant. I own two in America and three in London. (Make up restaurant name). It was popular. Singles, couples,and family would go in everyday for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They love it. It was a high recommend place. I let the cops eat free for the same reason. I preferred to work simply as a owner of a restaurant but it can't always be that way.
Like my sister,Frances,always says "You could go straight. You can come live with us like a family again. Work in London and just be a restaurant owner." That's something she says when people go to the wrong direction,mostly me.Frances and I are twenty-two years old. She beats me with two minutes. She tease me with that. She's too gentle or too kind-hearted. She always help people. The only problem was that she's too delicate,soft,and fragile. That's what everyone says and that's where I come here. Ain't nobody going mess my sister especially when we're twins. We aren't identical at all. We simply born on the same day, same about time together. I'm not a show off but I'm the more good looking one. The one with the curves,the same amount of breasts yet a little on the butt area. Frances was just simple yet she has a beautiful face that shows kindness a mile away. The only thing we had in common is our eyes. Our eyes sparkle innocent but people know damn well I'm not. Frances always follow me around even when I told her not to. I have to beat these jackass for her when she comes cause men tend to look up her dress. Frances goes to college, seeking a better career and place. She always wants me to do the same. I don't belong in that road.
Frank,in the other hand,he use to work in a print shop. Now he's a driver for some other famous gangsters. I forget who they were. Either way,Frank is the man of the house since father left. Lately mom and him have been arguing ever since. That's the reason I left to America. Mother haven't been her best due to the cause. Supposedly father left to America for better career and send us money. We haven't heard since then. Frank try his best to support the family while I'm not there. I send money sometimes. He always tries to get Frances out of trouble,too. He fears when I found out that he doesn't. Frank is twenty-seven years old. I dearly feel sorry for him. I fear he will get caught up in mess since he drives some some gangster. I was bless to have smart,kind siblings yet boring.
Now,I'm going to say some things about me. I'm not alright up there. There's times where I switch personality, negotiable and untamable. Apparently they had trouble with me at birth. I wasn't going to make it but I did. Ever since,I wasn't okay. My parents thought it was a kids thing but Frances and Frank were nothing like me. I remember I stabbed my dad leg. I wasn't normal. I was homeschool. Sadly,I watch my siblings go to school and made friends. I only went to school for one year and that was kindergarten. I remember a kid bully me for being poor and always bother Frances. The kid stole Frances favorite color and only had that one color. That's where it all started and triggered. I quickly grabbed the boy hand and bit it like someone eating ribs. Later, I was diagnosed with a mental health issue and it wasn't easy to tame. Little I enjoy hurting other which I thought it was normal but I soon realize it wasn't enjoyable. It wasn't okay for me. That's the untamable part of me. I have to take pills for it and it wasn't easy. Everyone feared me so did I .
Negotiable. That's part better. Basically I'm just as normal as any other person. I'm a more reasonable person. I can laugh,smile, and be nice without hurting people. I enjoy it. I was happy. But sadly, there's nothing much to say about it. My negotiable side doesn't last long. I thrive before I change. I try my best to control myself and keep my normal self. It doesn't work.
I'm the least favorite child. Mother wishes I was never born or worse,dead. She always says I'm a rotten egg. I don't blame her. She compares me to father just because I visited to America. Mother thinks I'm the devil's child. Everytime I come back to London,she blesses me. I wish it worked so I don't have to live with myself. I too, wish I was never born. Eventually,I learned. I try to accept yet love myself over the years. That did worked. That's when it all started. Being a gangster.
I was walking,minding my own business, when I saw the guy who owe me money. I called his name. He turn and knew it was me. He knows damn well how I am, therefore, he ran. His speed could match a cheetah. I took off running. I ran after him. He was knocking down thing so it could slowed me down. It didn't work. It just made me more mad and run faster. I finally catch up to him. I stretched out my arm and yacked his shirt back. He fell to the ground. I pounce on him.

"Where's my bloody money!" I yelled.

"I don't have it. I'm broke. I'll try get a job and pay you off. I promise!"he whimper and cried.

He put his hands up. He knows I'm going to beat the crap out of him. And I did.

"I better have my fucking money or next time I see you,I will gut you like a fucking pig!"

He nodded, still crying in pain and fear. I swear he must've piss his pants at that time. I grabbed his collar and pick him up. I throw him out of my face. Right before I turn,I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey,kid. That's some cool shit. Ain't I never seen a girl like you. Fucking insane. Bravo,I say" An Italian. What he's doing in London?

"Cause you never met one. Only a girl like this are in London"

He smirked. He took out a cigar and smoke it. He blows it away. I look at him like a idol. He looked away to a man in a black suit,his bodyguard. He whispered something to him. The bodyguard nodded.

"So, what's your name?" He still wasn't looking at me but I know he was talking to me.

"(Y/n). (Y/n) Shea"

"Well,(y/n). With the guts like yours,how would you like to do me some favors?"

That's when I was hooked on it. I enjoy the business especially the pay. I mostly love the respect I was getting. The man who made me a gangster was name Angelo. I thank him for it. Sadly,I barely turn fourteen when I became one . I didn't live a life like Frances nor Frank. I didn't go straight neither can my mind. Now twenty -two years old ,I become one of the best gangster and the very first female as being one. I enjoy having that title. I deserve that title. There's no going back. I'm a gangster. My nickname is Lollipop.