Gang wars, Hot guys and Guns

Chapter 1

Standing behind a large tree in our local park I held my gun tightly waiting for a signal from Hank.

Hank's hand gun made aloud popping sound when the large group of boys came into view; I clutched my gun tighter as my hand started to sweat.

This was what I hated about being in a gang there was always wars with other gangs because everyone wanted the same turf.

Hank and the other guys moved out from behind the trees they had been hiding behind and stood with their guns pointed at the other gang.

The other gang or the spiders stopped when they spotted my gang the razors and pulled their own guns, some of them even had small machine guns.

Hank looked towards where I was hiding his eyes telling me to stop hiding and join them or else.

Taking a deep breath I stepped out from behind the tree and slowly made my way to Hank's side.

While the gangs were eyeing each other another large group walked into the park walking towards us the only problem was I knew these guys and they were no gang members in fact they worked for my father and were ten times more scarier than the guys now standing facing us.

The new guys stepped in between our gang and the other, their eyes so cold and angry firmly fixed on me "Lana West you were forbidden from hanging with these boys were you not?" Christian Garcia growled at me "yes but my father is not the boss of me, hell he isn't even a real father."

Christian gestured to two of the others with him "Logan, Rob, grab Lana and let's go."

When the men moved towards me I moved back holding my gun pointed on them "keep the fuck away from me or I will blow your fucking brains out."

The two guys laughed and moved faster quickly disarming me and taking me captive "sorry Lana but you know that we have to follow your dads orders and do whatever Christian tells us to."

Christian secured my gun in the back of his jeans pulling his dark brown leather jacket over it then fixed his deep blue eyes on me "okay Lana let's get you home before you can get yourself into any more trouble."

God I hated Christian Garcia and my fucking father they both were cold angry men who thought that they could tell me what to do just because my father was a part of the mob and Christian was his right hand man who did all his dirty work for him and that included making his own daughter do as she was told.

Not that Christian minded having to boss me around for my father in fact since he hated me with a passion for some unknown reason he took great pleasure in telling me what I could and couldn't do.

My darling father was in his office when we got back to the mansion so that was where I was dragged to.

He looked up from the paper work he was doing his face set into stern lines "young lady were you or were you not ordered to stay in this house tonight?" I glared at the man that had gotten my mother pregnant seventeen years ago "Garcia ordered me to stay in my room but I chose to ignore that order since it was coming from you and him."

My father got to his feet towering over me at 6'6 and was built like a tank were as I was a small 5'6 and slim built like my mother "you young lady will do as your told from now on or I will have Christian put bars on your windows and lock your door" I stood there looking at my own father hatefully "fuck you old man" I shouted before swinging around and racing for my room.

Throwing anything that I could find at the wall I shouted my hate for my father and his goons of idiots.

Soft laughter had me swinging towards the door to find my sister Darla standing there laughing at me "what did our darling daddy do to you now?" I clenched my jaw and spat "get the fuck out of my room Darla."

My sister was our father's princess because she did everything he wanted and never complained unlike me his younger daughter I never did anything he asked of me and I always complained.

Darla stayed in the doorway of my room but didn't leave even faced with my anger "get over yourself Lana we all have to do what we are told and none of us complain about it like you do then you wonder why daddy treats you the way he does and why Christian hates you" I gave her a cold smile "Garcia hates me because unlike you I won't open my legs for him or anyone else."

Darla went bright red and started chocking making me laugh "what's wrong sis did you think that your little sister was deaf to what was going on in your room, well I'm not I know that you open your legs for Garcia and every single man in this house."

Spinning around Darla finally gave me a parting shot "yeah well they wouldn't try fucking you because seriously who wants to fuck something that would just lay there and do nothing beside they would have to stick a bag over your head to hide your ugly fucking face."

Ouch that did hurt a little but not as much as it used to since I was used to the hateful comments everyone in this house threw at me.

Walking over to the door I went to slam it shut but Christian stepped into the opening his blue eyes filled with anger "do not speak shit about me Lana" I raised my eyebrows "talk shit about you, do you mean what I just said to Darla? Because I know that I wasn't talking shit when I said that in fact I heard her screaming your name last night while you fucked her" I gave him a cold smile "tell me Garcia does my dad know that you fuck his princess every night that he is away on business?"

Christian started to walk towards me angrily; his whole body was tense as he glared down at me from his height of 6'9 making me back away "scared Lana?" I gave a weak nod earning a smirk from him "good because if you ever bring up my sex life again I will hurt you" I stared at him wearily as he spun around and left the room closing the door after.

My legs were so shaky after facing his anger that I had to sit down on my bed to stop myself from falling down, I squeezed my eyes closed taking some shaky breaths as sobs threatened to erupt.

God I hated that guy so much, he has lived with us since he was six years old and I was two and his family died in a car crash, my darling father took him in feeling responsible for him because he had been friends with his parents but ever since he was sixteen and I was thirteen and told him that I liked him he has been nothing but hateful towards me but now knowing that girls like my sister were what he liked I didn't care because I would never want to be with him, hell I didn't even like him anymore.

Jumping up I hit the power button on my stereo and loud music blasted out, I flopped back down on the bed face down and started to sing along to the song, at least with my loud music playing I didn't have to listen as Darla got laid.

While I was listening to my music I received a message on my phone from Hank.

"Meeting at my place tomorrow night, if you can slip the leash be here so we can discuss what to do about the spiders."

Responding that I would be there I threw my phone down and closed my eyes dreaming about a life away from my father and his lackeys, somewhere I wouldn't have to constantly look over my shoulder in case one of his enemies tried to take me out just to get to him, fuck I hated the mob and my father for raising us in his fucked up world.