Growing up not knowing her father and living with a mother that could care less about her.
Finally having enough of her mother Justine moved out after inheriting a large sum of money from her uncle and with her she took her little sisters.
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The girls and I eventually moved to Italy with dad and my brother. We left the house and cars in the care of Alex and Judd.
I was 22 and the twins just started their modeling career and are in UCLA. I finished college 2 years early and even though I had just met my father and I haven't known him for long it hurt to have to bury him.
I remember just standing there as they lower him into the grave, I've never felt so numb in my life I couldn't even bring myself to cry, I just felt nothing. But in his honor, I never cut my hair. It was his favorite thing about me, he would spend hours talking to me and playing in my hair.
I remember the first time I cut my hair, it was about a month and a half before he finally said at least 'hi' to me.
Eventually I got mixed up in the mafia, KJ taught me a few thing I needed to know and soon I became a secret in the mafia.
Women weren't really allowed in the the weapons and drugs side of the mafia, it was looked down on.
Most of the time women were used as bait or made prostitutes and very rarely used as transporters for packages.
I on the other hand was like a secret assasin for KJ. If a client buys the merchandise and doesn't pay up, that's when I step in.
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I curled my hair to perfection, it took a while since it was about an inch pass my butt and put on some eye liner and blood red lipstick. I slipped on the dress my maid, Ally picked out for me.
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I was going to a club to confront some rich dude that brought drugs off us and didn't pay the full amount.
I went over the plan in my head while I got ready, flirt with him a bit, being him to a private room and the gun will do the rest.
I put my gun and silencer in the purse along with my phone, lipstick and some cash.
I sat at the bar in the VIP area and scanned the crowd. My eyes made contact with my prey and to make it easier he was looking right at me.
I chugged the rest of my tequila and paid the bartender. I walked over to the guy, swaying my hips a bit to get a reaction out of him and I did.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asked as I sat on his lap.
"Looking for some company for the night" I answered playing with buttons in his shirt.
"Well that can be arranged, let's take this somewhere else shall we?" he asked running his hands all over my thigh, too close to my core for my liking.
He took me to one of his hotels' penthouse suite.
I wait until he closes the door to spring into action. I knocked him out with the gun and cuffed him to a chair in the living room.
He began to stir as I put the silencer on the gun.
"Your awake" I grinned happily.
"What do you want from me?"
"You see, you brought drugs from me and now I want my money" I answered playing with my gun.
"Y-your JJ" he stuttered.
"I. Want. My. Money" I smile sickly sweet.
"On the night table in the master bedroom, that's more than enough. Please don't kill me"
After getting all the money I went back to the livingroom to count it. He owed $25,000 and the total sum was $31, 000. I grinned as I finish counting it all. It was even better since it could all hold in my purse.
"Nice doing business with you" I shot him square between the eyes, feeling no remorse what-so- ever.
I applied a fresh coat of lipstick and fixed my hair. I stuffed the money into my bag and left.
I'm pretty glad my hair fell over my face, so the cameras won't be able to see my face.
I wondered around the hotel until I found the main CCTV control room. I checked to see if anyone one was looking and silently went in. There was a fat guy sitting at the desk. He was completely knocked out for some reason oblivious to my presence.
I poked him with my finger a few times to make sure he was asleep. Confirming my suspicions I slowly pushed his chair aside and managed to hack into the security system and erase all the CCTV footage from a month ago, to confuse the police when they start investigating.
