Broken

Chapter 1 re-written

Mondays the most boring day of the week. Its only lesson 3 I sitting in the back of my English class bored. Feet up on the desk and an emotionless expression sitting on my face. Pulling my hoodie over my head I begin to shut my eyes. My phone rings through the classroom, picking it up I answer putting it to my ear.

"What?" I answer already regretting answering.

"Boss we need you at the warehouse, there has been a problem with one of your shipments" It's my advisor, Daniel.

"Your all-mindless fuck heads, you're lucky I don't put a bullet in your skulls. what do you mean there was a problem with the shipments?" Feeling my anger rising, my voice rises as well.

"Sorry capo, the weapon shipment was compromised." he seems nervous, he is probably scared.

"Find out who, you have 4 hours? I expect results Daniel" I shout down the phone at him.

First rule of this type of business, make everyone scared. You have to establish power and dominance.

"Yes, boss we have the best tech guys on it now"

"I'm on my way to the ware house, let me call..." I'm cut off by Mr Johnson tapping my shoulder. The old man stares down at me as I slowly stand-up threateningly.

"Miss Lucia Michaels what are you doing on the phone in the middle of my class? how dare you disrupt the learning of your peers." He shouts at me, clearly pissed off as his face reddens.

"Clearly, I am on the fucking phone. Are you fucking blind? Get your alcoholic old ass..." I am cut off by shouting on the other end of the receiver.

Putting my phone back to my ear I reply "What's happening?" I grit out, taking a few steps away from Mr Johnson.

"Boss, we need you right now. We found out that some of the new recruits have stolen a kilo of drugs and a shipment of weapons. Also, the Russians have been messing with the shipments." Fuck. Why do I bother with school? I run the fucking London mafia; I can't get a day of peace.

"Shit. Find out who was training the new recruits, put them in the cells with the recruits that stole from me. I will call the Russians and figure out what they want," sighing I put the phone down and rake a hand through my hair. Sending a quick message to my personal body guard to bring my car to me. Afterwards look up from the screen to see everyone staring at me and Mr Johnson looking as red as a tomato. I smirk at him, pick up my backpack and pat him on the shoulder before strolling out of school.

As I reach the school entrance outside Asher, my personal body guard, is waiting. Standing leaning on my matte black Audi R8. He opens the door passes me my pistol and I climb in.

Hours is spent sitting at my desk trying to sort out the never-ending messes, its past 8pm before I leave and I silently wait for when I get home. It is late and I know they're not going to let me sleep. They make me call them both sir and ma'am. I sigh thinking about what's going to happen, I light a cigarette and let the wind fly through my hair. Asher is smirking whilst speeding down the road, it's the first and last time he will drive my car with me inside. We are about to pull up round the corner from mine, no one has seen where I live, and I would never let them. I get out the car and say bye to Asher. Not beginning to walk home until my car is out of sight.

Just as I'm getting closer to my house I notice police cars outside, for fucks sake. This can't have anything to do with me so, what have my adoptive parents done? Strolling with my normal emotionless expression past the flashing blue lights, up the broken stairs. I open up the front door, that stands covered in chipped blue paint, watching as police men wander around the dusty almost empty living room. My phone rings and all heads turn to me. My adoptive parents are on their knees in the middle of the dirty living room hand cuffed. One of the guys walk over to me blocking my view, but I notice a few sniffer dogs. The guy grips my shoulder and I wince in pain pulling away. He shuts the front door of the broken boarded up house, what does this guy want? I hate the police.