Overdose On Love

Chapter 2

Laila's POV

I walk around the drug cartel, to check up on the produce. The smell of fresh blunt... Smells the same as when i was a kid. I see all our minions working hard. They sweat, and bleed from infected cuts. If they died, they died. They aren't our responsibilities, they just work for us. We don't take care of them. 

Me and my sister walked around the cartel to talk....

Rachel: Laila....

Laila: Yeah sis?

Rachel: Do you know what dad does...

Laila: Of course, Rachel. I'm 20 years old. I am old enough to understand that our dad is the king of a drug cartel, our mom is a secret spy from the FBI, and our brother....-

Rachel: Don't you ever! Don't speak about him...... he is gone for good, and we are going to keep it that way.

Laila: But sis, how come i never seen him?

Rachel: You not seeing him is the best option you have... can we change this conversation already?

Laila: Sure.... what do you think of the color blue?

Rachel: Blue is why we live, Laila. The crips represent Blue, if we don't wear blue, we either ruin our family generation, or don't be a crip at all....

Laila: What about.....red?

Rachel: Red! Laila, did you just say red?

Laila: Yeah, what's wrong with red?

Rachel: Red is our enemy! We hate red! Red represents the Bloods! You must hate red too!

Laila: But what if i like red?

Rachel: Then you must die.... and be a shame to the family.

Laila: Wow.......

Rachel: Yes... we hate the bloods. I'm sorry Laila. I know as a kid you use to love red. But, if your gonna show bravery for the family you must hate what we hate and love what we love. And we hate red.

Laila: Okay..... ugh...

Rachel: Yeah... we must love blue..

Laila: Sister,.....

Rachel: Yes sister?

Laila: What did you wanna be when you growed up?

Rachel:...... It's too late to be something now, i chose the life of a crip.

Laila: No, dad chose that for us. What did YOU wanna be?

Rachel:........ I wanted to be, a ballerina. I wanted the cute pink tutu's, i wanted to dance, i wanted to sway side to side to the rhythm.  The spotlight, the pretty way they jumped and flowed to the rhythm. B-But d-..... I was chosen to be the upcoming queen of the cartel. I was destined to be a crip queen. Papa told me, i was born to be a queen. So growing up, i had no choice but to be a drug queen.....

Laila: Oh..... i always wanted to be a fashion designer.

Rachel: You would make a good one too, you sure did make a good fashion choice when you picked out these blue latex bodysuits. { A/N: The body suits are the side pic}

Laila: Thanks sis...... you know what?

Rachel: What?

Laila: Would i make a good undercover agent too?

Rachel: You mean like mom?

Laila: Yeah, mom is a undercover agent, too.

Rachel: Well, you could make some undercover outfits for us. 

Laila: But why would we need them? What we going undercover for?

Rachel: Hmmm..... I don't know sister.

Laila: Oh! I know! For the Bloods drug cartel!

Rachel: Laila! Your right! We need to get to see what deals we can snatch from those bloods, to send them out of business!

Laila: BRILLIANT SISTER!!

Rachel: All we need now is some secret agent training.

Laila: And i know who we could call to get some...

Rachel: Yes, i do too.

Rachel pulls out her phone and clicks the green button on a number......

Rachel: Ciao? Mamma? Abbiamo bisogno del vostro aiuto con qualcosa. Stiamo andando sotto copertura e abbiamo bisogno di qualche allenamento. Puoi aiutarci? ............ Sì, siamo sicuri ........ Sì ... siamo pronti. Hello? Mom? We need your help with something. We are going undercover and we need some training. Can you help us?............ Yes, we are sure........ Yes... we are ready.......