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C H A P T E R 1- ENVY

 

 

Heyyy!" screams voiced out as several gunshots rang out at the corner store, like always this wasn't new to me. I sigh in disgust at my father's men that were busy playing poker and drinking Champagne, under Raphael's orders to watch over me and protect me from our rivals; The Angels. I was Rosaline, Jocelyn De los Reyes, and I wanted to be taken out by a lot of gangs. I look at them hopefully the extra shit I dumped in there drinks would make them forget about today, I needed time alone to think of the badass choice I was going to make. My eyes met Luis's gray ones and even though he was relaxed, didn't seem to trust me one bit. Luis and everybody knew I didn't follow the rules or even try to stay on their good sides. I was known as the 'stubborn bitch.'

"Rosaline don't even think about leaving," he hissed. As if he knew I was up to something. Luis was always the one ruining my fun.

I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out at him,"If you ever even let me do anything.."

He growled, Luis was very short-tempered like me." Little girl you most of the time get away with things, go to your room."

"No." It was my father's fucking trap and I didn't have to listen to him. Luis was also not my fucking father he was like 20. Quickly already on his feet he grabbed me roughly and I held my ground and when I say that I was not going to move. And he knew it too, " Come on, Rosaline. Now."

I look up and glare, ' I said no. Now leave me the-"

I didn't have time to finish my sentence because he grabbed me firmly from the waist and had me over his shoulder."I'm fucking serious Luis let.me.go."

He ignored me, he did everytime I warned him and boy did he pay for it. We reached the room I slept in when I was forced to stay with Luis and the others. He dropped me hard with a thud, my arm goes back and before I know I'm doing it my fist connects with his face. "Ooops ! Bad reflex. Hopes it looks good with all those other bruises on your fucking face." I sneer.

"Stay in your fucking room. You little bitch. Don't even fucking think about sneaking out. Raphael is doing a deal tonight, he's going to kill my ass if he knows you snuck out. " He growled standing over me looking intimidating his glare could cut through glass. I was scared if he would put his hands on me, I would never admit it though. Because if he hit me he would know I would not hesitate to tell Raphael. "I mean it.If I catch you, you know the rules your father gave I won't be fucking nice either." I gulp but keep quiet, as Luis turned away to leave.

I finally called out, "I never play nice. Just look at yourself in the mirror and we'll see."

"Karma is going to get you bitch. Your own fucking mouth gets you in trouble pendeja." He slammed the door roughly and I was already getting ready for later... It dealt with The Angel's club and a point I was going to prove to my father. Even, if it risked getting my ass killed.

 

 

Soo I changed the story around a bit hope you like this one better

C H A P T E R 2- LIFE

 

I walk down the darken street with the cool air blowing my now sweaty face, it wasn't that quiet. I check over my shoulder it was never safe, not during the day, but especially at night. I was also alone I didn't dare blast my music it in my ears it would distract me from my surroundings. A rough looking man nodded at me and gestured at the little bags filled of white powder.

I shook my head, " got that Loud ?' I asked.

"150$ 20 grams."  Ahhh hell naw I could get 20 grams from people I knew for like 80$.

"I'm Gucci." I walk slowly away and encounter with a group of teenage boys, they weren't from either gang I knew of. Wannabe thugs I guessed.

"Ayyee Mami." One of them calls out. I ignore them and keep walking toward Los Angels club, it was bigger then I thought. Other gangs weren't welcomed here unless you wanted to die, I was forbidden to come here. But here I was I stand in the long line behind a fat paled, girl she was with a group of girls, they looked like they were in college. I watched as it was there turn for the bouncer to see if they would be aloud in the club and as quickly they handed over the money and were nodded in. My turn, I gulped as he eyed me but I refuse to show that I was nervous. The bouncer was real tall and muscular, the Los Angels tattoo stuck out on his arm and I shudder away the thought of having to hide my tattoo.

 

"40. You better not be underage," he growled. I hand over the money, true I was 17 but he didn't need to know that. As I passed by him I could hear the loud, pulsing music, Your a jerk by The New Boyz was playing. It calmed me down a bit as I eye the crowded dance floor, a large bar stood out in the corner and the lights were neon , It was hard to see as I pushed through the crowd. Another big entrance stood out as it was for sitting and business. But I knew in the waay back was where all the important deals went down. I head toward the rooms in the back where everything looked classy- it was no surprise Los Angel's made good money. When I entered there was 4 other girls sitting down all looking for a job. I suddenly felt self-conscious as seeing there short skirt and skimpy shorts, I however had tight ripped skinny jeans and a short belly shirt with my Jordan's. The brown haired girl who looked like a supermodel with big breasts and long legs, smirked at me as if I didn't stand a chance. I held her gaze and stared straight back at her until, I didn't notice I was all up in her face.

"Well, well what do we have here." The deep voice caused  the other 4 girls who quickly tore there eyes from us. I however didn't I needed this bitch to know I had a fucking point when I mean don't mess with me. She backs away slowly, with a sneer on her face, it spelled bitch.

Another husky voice spoke, " If were fucking talking to you. Look at us or you can get the fuck out of here." His voice sent tingles down my back and I turned sharply to eye the bitch of a Angel. There was 3 of them and the one who sulked screamed importance, he looked as if he rather be somewhere else..

"There are 4 jobs here for women, either you be a waiter, a dancer, a personal servant, and  the street fighter."  Said the guy with the blonde hair. I find the middle guy glaring at each of us, the girl with the highlights looked ghastly nervous as he stared her down. Even though his snapback covered his eyes, she wasn't going to stand a chance.

The three of them turned and started speaking quietly daring us to say something. Once they tunred around they pointed at the blond and the highlights girl. "Out." snapped the blond. They made a move to open there mouth, but his voice was booming, " Shut the fuck up or get out or I won't hesitate to kill your asses." As if remembering where they were they hurried and ran for the door.

The guy in the middle finally stood up," Personal servant." Pointed at the stripper looking girl. He then pointed toward, the girl with black hair,"waiter." He then pointed at me, " waiter." And lastly at The bitch," dancer."  I glare at the bitch girl knowing she got what she wanted, clenching my fists she snickered.," I told you, your weren't better than me."

I grab my bag and roughly turn to go, " you start Friday, fucking don't show up. Bitch your fired." I hurried out the door as fast  as I could before I would mop that cocky bitch up. We'll see about who's better then. Because I was a KING and we didn't lose.

C H A P T E R 3- HOPE

Like always, my anger always got the best of me especially when I had stormed out of Los Angel's club after a few drinks that didn't help me calm down. After that I walked I drunkenly out and threw all my rage out on a nearby trashcan as I kicked it and punched it somebody chuckled behind me. I didn't bother turning around because if I did I would go Sharkiesha on their ass.

"Your in deep shit now burra." The familiar annoying voice said.

"Fuck off Luis." I snapped. "I'm not done." The now cold air breezed up my loose belly shirt and ignore the chills all over my skin.

"Who pissed you off Rosy ?" I punch harder Luis knew I hated it when he called me Rosy, and right now it wasn't helping. With all this banging noise I was making, it almost sounded like gunshots finally a light flicked from above and a window ined open, A women with rollers, peered over the edge, "Hey ! Would you shut the fuck up-! Is that my trashcan ? Ahh hell naw !"

"Lets go Rosaline." Luis grabs me from the arm. "Your going to make your punishment even worse if you don't." I don't move and he growls in frustration as his control in his temper was slowly thinning. The door opens with a bang and the lady comes out with a bat I almost started laughing when I saw the bat. She comes forward swinging wildly, this crazy bitch. I flick her off and kick the trashcan spilling everything on the ground, this time I do run.

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