Gang leaders, good girl

Gang leaders, good girl

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jun 29, 2016
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Romance
New town, new life, everything is haywire. Moving half way across the world is a little melodramatic don’t you think? Especially when the school year is about to start in a day or two and I have only been here in Anaheim, California for five days. I can’t believe my mum did this to me but can I blame her after what my dad did?! This is all so stressful and confusing. It’s been three years since the incident with my family; their anniversary is in a couple of days. Shit with the gang is getting tight with the rebels trying to overrun our drug business. I have to protect this gang it’s the only connection I have to my father. I am a cold shell, closed off to everyone but my three closest friends, I don’t feel much or so I thought until I met her...
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I was walking to work one morning when a bag gets thrown over my head and I'm jerked back by two arms encircling my waist. My parents always told me this could happen as my father is the judge and put a high profile murderer behind bars. He set the bail at 1.2 million dollars and I honestly don't know why my father is still alive. I was in the courtroom but the little girl who was sitting next to me- maybe thirteen, so not really little- said there's no way he did it. Kids are a pretty good judge of character but I had to agree that some things looked off when the evidence was shown. The next thing I know the bag is pulled up some and a rag is put over my mouth and nose. I cringe inwardly at how cliché it is but hey chloroform does the trick and I'm out before we started moving.

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