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pulling her ass would be on the floor and she knew it.

"Well, you thought wrong you either do them or you can get the fuck out of my house right now."

I almost wanted to curse Raphael for making me put up with this shit, but I wouldn't give Desiree the sastification of knowing that.

I point to the door meaning that I was done arguing with her she smirked knowing she won and as she walked out I threw my bookbag at her."Bitch!"

Later seeing as her car was no longer in the driveway I walk downstairs I stop short when I see the new girl at the bottom of the stairs.

"What the fuck are you doing here."

She turned around and cringed at the sight of me probably remembering what I said earlier.

"I hired her bitch." The splitting blond image of Desiree came into sight and I glare at her,

"What for your already a fucking lazy dumbass."

I roll my eyes and walk into the big ass kitchen eyeing the mail I spot one with my name; Rosaline Denaiz, I put Desiree's last name to keep my identity covered. Sighing I rip it open

Los Angels;

  Your name tag is in here to pass in the door, your uniform will be given to you, in the back room 1B your shift starts at 8pm and ends at 12pm. If your late your fired.

I look at my phone it was 7 already shit. I had to make it to the other side of town, not really paying attention to what I'm wearing I run outside. I almost fell when I see Luis standing there cigarette in hand. "What the fuck are you doing here." I snapped.

"Calm down bitch, I'm here to drop off your bag that you left." In the corner of my eye I spot the new girl throwing something out. Luis noticed her too and nodded as to say who was she ?

I shrug, and snatch my bag from his hand, waltzing back in I catch my breath damn he almost caught me. Once again I wait for him to be gone and run out the sky had turned dark and I check my phone every second. 7:40. Damn I picked up the pace and hurry up I almost kicked myself when I came face to face with a group of Angels.

"Aye Shawty where you tryna go all quick to? My house."  They snickered and ganged up around me.

"I'm not your hoe puto. Your gonna make my ass late if you don't move." I pointed to where the club was in view than at my name tag.

"Who the fuck you talking too? I don't give a fuck if you late ma. Keep talking to me like that you won't have a job no more."

No you should watch who tf your talking too, I thought. I kept my mouth closed and they finally let me go. I walk past the people waiting in line and flash the name tag at the same intimidating guy the last time I came in. He nodded and I enter through the doors, heading toward the back rooms I push open 1B the music wasn't that loud from here. And the first person I saw was that bitchy girl from last time.

Great.

C H A P T E R 6- INTRODUCED

 I scrubbed down the table over and over again. Somebody thought it would be funny if they stuck a whole bunch of gum all over it. I fume in frustration, I was to young for this life. I just got my ass chewed out by the blond guy from the last time, who's name I found out was Mario. He had lost his rage at the sight of the table as he was supervising me and the other new waitress, Denisse. When we were handed our uniform I almost screamed in disgust, it screamed classy and maid. We were ordered to keep our hair up, as to not get it any food or drink. Esme, was the bitches name who seemed a little to happy that she didn't have to have a uniform and was now on the dance floor dancing with the other girls.

 

"What the fuck are you doing !" It was Mario screaming at Denisse who looked scared as she was picking up glasses and spilled drinks on the floor.

 

'Get up!" He snapped. As soon as she stood up she was backhanded across the face. I noticed Mario's stained shirt and connected the dots over the pounding music. Tears streamed down the girls face and her face was red, I didn't help her. I was not going to get fired defending her I wouldn't allow it, plus I didn't even know her like that. I pushed through the crowd once again to reach the bar as the bartender shoved quickly another tray in my hand. Table 3A the tables were in sections meaning one side was A class for the people that were important and B for those who were just anybody. I scurry to the other side the one that was more quiet, "excuse me." I say repeatly over and again. Getting rude stares from some people as I balanced the trays, just as I reached the A-class side, a pair of hands and breath that smelled like puked up beer got a hold of me.

 

"I want one of those drinks, darling." I shudder in disgust this man needed a shower. Cochino I thought.

 

"You have 5 fucking seconds before you regret putting your hands on me." I growled, as his hands slid around my waist.

 

He didn't listen.

 

I elbowed him sharply in the ribs and kick my foot back hitting him with a sharp thud in the knee. I walked away as he fell to the floor I was not done with him and I felt anger that I couldn't. I dropped the trays as politely as I could to table A3. "Here you go." I say. A man smoking a cigar made me want to cough at the smell, sat with two other young men. I avoided looking him in the eye, even though I wouldn't be scared to but they saw it as a sign of disrespect when they weren't talking to you.

 

"Sit down." Said the man with the cigar. I shook my head and started backing away.

 

"Fathe-"

 

"Shutup." He boomed toward the younger man that resembled him and he glared obviously not liking to do what he is told.

 

"Sit down." He said once again," You look tired and pissed."

 

I looked at the man's eyes directly and almost laughed in his face. It was Aldo Angel, the brother of the Gang leader of Los Angels. He kept eye contact with me but I refused to look away, this was some of the people my father hated and wanted to take me out. Finally I sat down stiffly against one of his sons, who looked barely 15 twins I guess.

 

"Aldo Angel," He spoke with domination and importance.

 

I nod, "Rosaline, Denaiz."

 

His eyes perked at the sound of Rosaline, but clearly no longer seemed happy when I said Denaiz. He nodded, "You handled yourself good out there." Aldo briefly took a drink of his drink the ice cubes making a clicking noise against the glass. It was the only sound that was made from the table as we sat on the nice leather seats, the table was marble and looked classier than the B side.

 

I furrowed my eyes wondering why they sat in here when they were so important instead of the back rooms with more entertainment. obviously his sons thought the same because they didn't look so happy with the current situation.

 

'I know." I say at last.

 

Aldo's lip twitched upward as if hiding a smile, I wondered how he was so calmed as he was known for many killings of police officers and other gang members. not like I cared, I sat and knew people like this since my whole life. I was born into a gang and I was going to die in one.

 

"You must be new." Aldo said taking a puff of his cigar a stream of hot air passed by my face as I was going to reply, Mario's figure came into view.

 

"What are you doing!" he spat out at me. "Aldo I'm sorry this won't happen a-"

 

Aldo raised his hand to stop Mario from continuing and he quickly fell silent, "Its no problem Mario, I was the one who asked Rosaline to sit with us."

 

Mario nods, and I stand up to go."It was nice meeting you." Aldo says giving me a brief handshake his face revealed nothing.

 

"That answers my question." I smile at Aldo's words. I check the time it was 12:10, passed my shift I hurry toward the back rooms for employees that weren't from Los Angel's gang. I bump hard into Heather.

 

"Move bitch!" I snapped as I fell to the ground with her.

 

"Who are you talking too ! Your low rank." She sneered.

 

"Low rank my ass."

 

I change into the clothes I came in with and let my hair fall out the bun that was pulling on mu scalp the whole night. I looked young, 18 at the most. I smile and check if the fake skin is still attached to where the long tattoo ran down my side to where it ended it at my hip. It was Like Raphaels, something that showed I was the cruelest Gang's daughter, it gave me respect. Walking out, I suddenly remember that there was a rumble later down at the old, abandon park. Shit. I pull my bag closer to me seeing, some of the younger gang members walking out together. In the lead was a cocky, tall bastard that was known as the younger son of Kama Angel. Jesse Angel.

 

I clench my fists together, our rumbles most somebody at least one person died. I fought along the younger K I N G group members. Girls between girls and boys between boys I wasn't know as Rosaline De Los Reyes I was known as just any K I N G to any other gang. Last rumble I was fighting Elsa Nunez she had a smart mouth and most girls were scared of her. I fought her and won. Jesse was the one who organized a group later on to jump me. It was a miracle he didn't recognize me but thought my name was Jocelyn. It is, my middle name.

 

But what I had to figure out was how I was going to fight without them recognizing me ?

C H A P T E R 7- RUMBLE