My name is Maya-Ray Divonne. Just the sound of my name is enough to make any sane person run for their life. And they should.
I'm a part of a gang, no official name set to us, but people just refer to us as the West Creek Greasers. We have an on-going rivalry with the school across town: Westfield.
I'm sort of like the leader or whatever of my gang. I didn't choose to be, but with my reputation and all, I sort of gained the role. I'm the most well known, bad-tempered fighter within a twenty mile radius. So, I guess that's why people run.
But he didnt. No, he stayed, much to my discontent. He was a Westfielder. A part of their gang at one time.
We didn't get along at first. But slowly, and unfortunately, he grew on me.
Our relationship was different. We fought all the time, but with something other than anger or frustration. I think it was just a way to express our feelings. Endearment. Desire. Passion. And dare I say: Love.
With a few arguments here, gang fights there, and the occasional motorcycle ride, I fell. Fell for him hard.
Somehow, he satisfied the undisclosed desires in my heart.
Double Down (a double standards series) Dark Romance (Part 7)
60 parts Complete Mature
60 parts
Complete
Mature
I didn't ask to be born into this world, none of us did but we make the best of it. I'm a twenty-five year old single man. Why you may ask? Because I've seen what love can do to a person. It can destroy them. My parent's are amazing but I can still remember the time's my father threatened to kill my mother, left us due to his mental illness. Besides who needs one main women when I can have a different one under me every night, money to blow and fast cars. I'm just enjoying my time until I take my Papes place at the throne. Most nights are spent living it up with my cousins who are my only friends. However there is the one girl that has caught my eye and I don't know why. I first spotted her at a random coffee house I stepped into. Usually I'm very talkative especially when I'm trying to snag a chic but I couldn't utter a word to her. I barely managed to place my order. Now, I find myself going out of my way to stop by that coffee shop everyday. It doesn't matter that it's out of my way. The only thing that matters is that I see her. I knew I could take her if I really wanted to but I can't make myself to do it. She sees me enter and shoots me that amazing smile and prepares my order without even asking what I want, she knows. She'll offer a greeting but all I can do is nod my head. She makes me lose my word's. Deep in my mind I wonder if she could be the one that could change my mind on love and that scares me. For now I'm satisfied at seeing her for the few minutes it takes to get my coffee. Besides I'm a killer, a future mob king and she's this delicate flower that wouldn't understand my world. It's best to cut my loses and move on. If only I knew her name..