"Why can't you let me be my own person?! You 3 are always controlling my life and I hate it. I hate it!" Turning around, I started to make my way to my room, refusing to let any tears out. I get to my room and close my door. I'm going to party I heard a chuckle from behind me and my eyes widen. Slowly turning around, I was met with the three idiots. "We've been expecting you..." Damien says, stroking the stuffed cat. I stare at him. "YOU WERE TALKING TO ME DOWNSTAIRS 10 SECONDS AGO! HOW THE MAYO ARE YOU HERE?!" I scream/ask. "Or were we.." "Yes....you were......Now why are you here?" Daniel decided to speak up this time. "Look Ari, us being how we are is for your own safety. What would happen if some boy tried something on you in school. Huh? What would you do?" I think for a moment before smiling. "Three step rule: Play along, distract him...then crush his nuts." All three shook their heads as Damien spoke up, "Ari we love you but we're doing this for your own good." Before I understood, Damon picked up something from my bed. "You go to the party, Nutty gets it." My smile drops as I stare at my squirrel teddy. "No...Not Nutty...Please," I beg with pleading eyes. "Stay in the house, and Nutty lives. Leave, and someone is gonna be tail-less." PS I literally hate them ------ WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS NO SET STORYLINE-IT'S JUST RANDOM AND MESSED UP LIKE MY LIFE! Ariella Decrola, youngest of the Decrola siblings. With their parents death, It goes Damien, Daniel, Damon and Ariella. The three boys are also known as the 'Danger Decrolas'. As well as that they are the 3 most hottest, popular guys in the school. Even though they are arrogant and cocky, they are overprotective over their little sister. Then, somehow, she goes from a normal girl to a sister of the greatest gang-leaders in America. And that's not good, because now she has an Italian gang leader and a British mafia leader wanting her.

***WARNING*** ----SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT----- My name is Laylie Francis Volevoy, and this is the story of my before. Family. Betrayal. Lust. Love. Money. Power. Death. This game only ends with me finding the truth. His stare full of lust and desire. His scent intoxicating. I needed him. And he needed me. We craved one another, yet we knew in this world death was just around the corner. ********************* I gently place my hand on her upper arm, "the slightest touch and already I can tell" I say in a hushed voice in her neck. "Tell what?" She says low and soft. Her breathing has hitched. I inhale her intoxicating scent, and place a small kiss on her neck. "How much you want me." I gently squeeze her arm,"how much you need me as much as I need you," her chest rises up and down trying to control herself. I raise my eyes from her neck to the mirror and see her cheeks flushed. Her nipples are protruding through the white shirt and are clearly visible. I lick my lips, and see her staring at me. Her body needs me. I place both my hands on both her arms and slowly bring them down.