Sold to the gangleader

Chapter 1

After being away from home for three years because of university, driving on the same street I grew up in is serial. Being around colours during that time at university driving around the dull street makes me wish I could go back to my dorm. All the time I was there I never really thought about coming back. I mean I talked to my family every week, so I never really missed them, and I don't have a lot of friends around here either. My roommate however is my ultimate best friend and I miss Clara so much. Pulling into my driveway I feel like I'm intruding on a life that I don't want to be in. Getting out of my car I walk towards the porch with my duffle bag thrown over my shoulder. Just as I step onto the porch the door is thrown open and my dad steps out.

"Dad! Oh, I've missed your hugs." I whisper in his ear while he gives me the longest hug I've had in a while. My dad is the kindest soul in the world to me and even though he's protective of me he still allowed me to go to New York so I could go to university. After mum died dad grew distance with all us children, letting the nanny's look after us but he always used to come in at night and put us to bed while giving us a big hug. I've got three older brother who are royal pains in my ass with Robert being the oldest at thirty, Marty who is twenty-seven who pranks everyone and then there's Bruce who is only two years older than me at the age of twenty-three.

"My gosh Scarlett you've grown up so much in the past four years. You look so much like your mum." Dad tells me while stepping back so we can head inside. Once inside I drop my bag on the floor and start walking into the kitchen. Silvia our chef who has been around since before I was even born spots me and comes over. If I've missed anyone in this house, it's Silvia. Since my mum passed, she became the person I looked up to because she always smiled whenever we were around.

"My dear it's so good to have you back. Look how lovely you look, go on give us a twirl." She beams at me. After giving a little twirl for her we both giggle and go in for a hug. My dad excuses himself to go do some business leaving me to chat up with Silvia about everything that's happened while I've been away.

After catching up with her for most of the afternoon, my dad comes back into the kitchen to let me know guests are coming over for dinner and my brothers will be there as well. After leaving Silvia to start dinner preparation I head up to my old bedroom where my dads' employers have already put my bags into my room and the maids have put my clothes away. Going into the bathroom I get into the shower and beginning washing my body and hair while listening to Senorita. Once I've completed everything, I turn the shower off, wrap a towel around my body and plug in the hair dryer.

After drying my hair for about twenty minute I turn off the dryer and plug in my curler to start curling my hair. Finishing off the bouncy curls on my hair, I apply a small amount of makeup and head back into my bedroom towards my walk-in wardrobe. Picking up my favourite red lacy dress and some black heels I leave the wardrobe and head back towards my drawers and pick up some red panties. Looking over at the time I see that it is almost seven o'clock which means the guests will be arriving soon. Quickly changing into my clothes and heels I head downstairs to see my brothers just coming through the front door. Marty is the first one to see me and his whole face lights up.

"Scarlett! My god it's so fucking good to see you again." He tells me while spinning me around. Laughing I hug my brother back and once he puts me down, I turn to my other brothers and give them a hug as well. I love all my brothers', but Marty and I have always been the closest of all my siblings. Once I finished hugging them all we start to head towards the dining room.

Robert tells me dad is finishing business with our guests in his office and they'll be out within five minutes. Arriving in the dining room I see three extra chairs set up one of them being next to mine. Heading over to the liquor cabinet I grab the bottle of vodka in there and ask one of the maids to grab a jug of cranberry juice from the kitchen. The maid quickly returns, and I pour myself a drink and down it quickly, then start to make myself another drink. My dad used to host guests all the time when I lived here, and I hated every single one. I know my dad doesn't have the cleanest hands and I'm assuming his 'guests' are the same.