CHAPTER 1:THE OBSIDIAN SECRET

CHAPTER 1:THE OBSIDIAN SECRET

The atmosphere inside this nightclub is making me anxious. The people aren't very welcoming either. I go out the first door I can find to get some fresh air.

Kimora told me this girl's party would be at some high end bar. Instead, we are at a this dump of a club. The skimpy dress I'm in provides nothing but stares at this place.

The fake ID in my purse feels like a waste of time.

Kimora paid so much money for it, but I'll probably never use it again.

I text her that I'm going home because I need a shower desperately.

I walk down the stairs from the back of the club.

The alley only continues left, so I follow it until I find the street. I notice four people beside the dumpsters. I think they are hiding behind them. I don't look directly at them because I just want to get out of this hole.

I try to keep my head in my phone, but then I realize how silent the group is. These fuckers are probably staring at me, so I look at them to set the record straight.

There are three standing up, and one on the ground. The Asian guy's style catches my eye. He has on black, plaid joggers and a tight black shirt.

The other 2 white guys are also in black. 

One is blond and one is brunette.

All four of them seem anything but interested in me. The three standing up are pissed. Then I see the one sat down.

He isn't looking at me because he can't see. His eyes are motionless. He has a pool of blood spilling out from behind him. 

His corpse is leaned against the brick wall and the side of the dumpster, invisible to the street ahead.

I have seen dead bodies before, but I was allowed to see those. This one was meant to be a secret for their eyes only.

"Sandy, why are you staring? Cat got your tongue?" Says the blond guy with the tattoos.

I stay silent. I don't even have an answer for him.

"Look, we'll cut ya a deal. You can go, but you have to PROMISE not to tell a soul." 

Says the brunette guy.

He sounds sarcastic.

"Really. Just like that?"

"Pinky swear." He smirks. The Asian guy nudges him with his elbow.

I start to walk out of the alley. I know I'm not getting out of there conscious, so getting this over with now sounds best.

Just as I predicted, I'm knocked out cold with the butt end of their glock.

I come to in the back of a car, but I don't want to open my eyes just yet. My hands are tied behind my back. I can't move them from under me even if I tried. I can feel myself laid against the car window, and also heat to my left.

The two in the front seat are discussing stuff.

"You know we can't just bring a bitch to the fucking meeting." I believe the blond one says.

"Well we can't kill her!" Says the brown haired guy.

"I really don't see why not."

"What were we gonna do, put two bodies in the trunk? And you can't tell me you feel alright killing an innocent one."

"I don't think she's innocent. Did you see how calm she was after seeing a body?"

"Yeah... Nathaniel, check her for an ID."

Nathaniel is his name. I feel my bag being tugged, so I finally open my eyes.

"Oh look who's joined us." Says Nathaniel.

"Give us your name." Says the blond the one driving.

I stall and try to break free from the rope around my wrists. All of the struggle is pointless though. I just end up hurting myself.

I freeze as soon as the Nathaniel guy next to me flips his knife out and points it at my neck.

"Silver John." I remember from the fake ID.

He slowly lowers his arm.

"Silver? Seriously?" Laughs one of them.

"How much did you pay for that ID sweetheart?"

Laughs another.

"What?" I ask.

Suddenly I feel the chain of my purse break against my neck. It happened quick, but the pain lingers.

The Nathaniel guy ruffles through my bag.

"Silver John, born 9/19/99. Yeah okay 'silver '." Nathaniel says.

"Now if you don't give us your real identity we will just find it later on our own. So make this easy will ya?" Says one up front.

I sigh. I'm not getting out of this easily.

"Nara. Not getting the rest."

I look over at Nathaniel . He is twirling the knife around his fingers, with nails polished in chipping black paint. This guy scares the shit out of me.

Way more than the front two idiots. He has his hair up in a tiny little pony tail. In front of his ear he has a small tattoo of a snake wrapping around a sword. His plaid joggers have black straps around them, and his short boots seem massive compared to his ankles.

"Give us your last name babe." Says the Nathaniel guy.

"Nara Voss ." I sigh.

"Well nice to meet you Nara! Now how old are you because you're clearly not twenty one." Says blond guy.

"Do I not pass for it?" I smirk.

"No you do, but your fake doesn't."

"I'm nineteen."

"See now we definitely can't fucking kill her."

Says the brunette one.

"Well what do you think he's gonna do when we roll up with this girl?" Asks blond guy.

"Well he's not just gonna shoot her point blank in front of the Obsidian."

"He? Obsidian ?"

They all ignore my question. I don't need more information though. These guys somehow are affiliated with the Italians that my uncle is doing a deal with tonight.

My uncle is the leader of the obsidian Mafia. I haven't been a part of that life since I was eight, but memories of it haunt me every day. The gunshots, the blood, the bodies. It all prepared me for the day I would see it all again. Unfortunately, I think today is that day.

"Knock her Nathaniel." I hear.

I start to look at Nathaniel to give him some sort of plea, but everything turns to darkness.

I am shaken awake this time. I check outside of each window. We look like we are in an abandoned alleyway.

Two people walk near our car to greet these three.

I can't get a good look at them because of their height.

"Okay Nara stay here. Don't think you're getting out of here alive either."

I roll my eyes as they get out of the car. Then I hear them talking.

"Leon who the fuck is in that car??"

"Some girl who saw us kill."

"And why isn't she dead?"

"She's only nineteen man..."

"Jesus fuck Leon . What's her name?"

"Nara Voss she told us."

"Voss?"

"Yeah Voss. What about it?"

"Voss is the name of the obsidian we are meeting in a few minutes."