"your mom... she didn't die because a car crash." My father trailed off. What? of course she did. "She died, of a fight. You see..." he gulped. "We were leaders." "Leaders? Leaders of what?" My brother, Alexander asked. "Leaders.... of" he gulped again. "A gang. The Mafia."
My name is Carson Drew, I'm a 17 year old girl. I have deep red hair, blue,green, gray eyes and pale skin. I got the red hair from my mother and my eyes from my dad. I have long legs that come in handy when I'm running. I have 6 brothers, yes I know its alot but my 6 brothers are overly protected of me. I can take care of myself but my brothers just come in when theres boy and kissing going on. My brothers and I joined the gang when we were small. I started at age 10 and my older brother started at age 14.
As the fighter for our group which is me, I run into some trouble. I mess around with their plans, trust me when I say its funny. I go to school and I wear a hideous blonde wig in a pony tail, thick black clear glasses. I'm smart and I'm quiet at school. But, when school is over, I go into the gym and get out of it and let my deep red hair flow and my gray,blue,green eyes shine. What happens when she gets caught by a girl, named clarissa. Clarissa is the popular girl in school and also a major gossip. What happens when the word gets around to a certain bad boy, and his gang?
~COMPLETED~
Everyone nods and stands up. Slowly everyone starts leaving one by one. I go to ask Mr. Wood a question when his phone rings.
"What Michael? . . . What?! You better get over as fast as you fucking can or so help me! I will beat your ass! . . . What? Who? . . . Okay." He hangs up and glares daggers at me. My eyes widen and I gulp.
"One of you god damn gang members, hit my daughter with their fucking car!" He yells.
My blood runs cold.
His phone dings and he shows me the video of Dean full on hitting Dazy.
I freeze in complete terror.
Mr. Wood is not a gang leader to mess with. He's the most powerful mafia leader. If anyone mesees with him, they're kidnapped by someone and then never heard of again. If they do turn up, they're completely bloody, bones popping out of their skin, eyes stabbed or popped out of their sockets, face skinned off, and dead. Their face gets mailed to their gang to show not to mess with him.
My heart starts racing in my chest.
If we lose Mr. Wood as an alliance, we'll for sure get attacked by all gangs.
He glares daggers at me as a bark fills the air. Hershey runs in the room and looks at me. He growls lowly at me before barking at Mr. Wood.
"You better make a fast decision. Give up Dean. Or your alliance."