Chapter 8

***Allegra's pov***

“Mommy! Daddy! I’m home!” a high pitch screech woke me up from my sleep. I rolled over in my bed and groaned into my pillow. Victoria’s voice was so loud and annoying that it echoed throughout the entire mansion.

I closed my eyes, trying to ignore that the spawn of satan is in my house, but she ruined it again.

“Hello! Your favourite daughter is here!” She screeched again.

I grunted in my pillow and looked at my phone. 8:25am. This bitch couldn’t come any later? I scroll through my contacts finding the one person who could help me not kill my sister. It rang twice before she answered

“Please don't tell me thats who I think it is” Alice asked in a sleepy voice.

“Too late honey”

“Jesus Christ she’s more annoying than I remember. I’ll get ready and meet you at your room with some booze” Alice mumbled.

“This is why you’re my best friend. I smiled rubbing my eyes.

“And don’t you forget that bitch!” She said playfully and hung up.

Alice is my best friend, and my only friend actually. She’s pretty much my adopted sister. She was an orphan, living on the street for most of her childhood. She survived by pickpocketing and stealing. My father found her on one of his jobs when she was 16, she pickpocketed him and stole his watch when he wasn’t looking. He was surprised by her courage and her talent, and offered her an ultimatum: work for him, or juvenile. She said accepting his offer was the greatest decision she’s ever made in her life. We’ve been friends ever since she came to live with us.

She’s one hell of a thief. She taught me most of what I need to know about stealing effectively.

Her best phrase being ‘The difference between a good thief and a bad thief is.., timing!’

And I’m not talking about small jobs, I’m talking about government banks, rival warehouse and intercepting shipments. She’s a pro.

I got up from my bed and slowly made way to the bathroom. I was never a morning person. I combed through my mess of hair, and threw on some black jeans, a tight fitting blouse, and a cropped black leather jacket that reached my waist. I finished my look with some black booties with silver spikes in them, (just in case I needed to roundhouse Victoria on the face.) I put on minimal makeup, just mascara and some eyeliner.

Once I finished , my door barged open, revealing Alice in a black crop top, black ripped jeans , and a baggy red and black flannel and some combat boots. She kicked my door open since her hands were filled with a large bottle of whiskey and some glasses. She looked at me with the biggest smile on her face. She made her way to my dresser, placed the bottle down and opened it with her teeth. She was never very girly, one of the things I loved about her. She poured two glasses, and handed me one.

“Bottom up, bitch.” She smirked. We clinked our glasses, and downed the entire glass.

“So why is Barbie visiting?” She asked, pouring another drink.

“She’s attending the ball next week. You know how much mom likes to appear like we’re a functional family.” I laughed taking my refilled glass.

“She also brought your dickhead cousin.”

“ That motherfacker. I’ll send his ass back to the hospital if he comes near me.” She said angrily, throwing her drink back.

“Alright , three more and I think I’ll be sedated enough not to kill them.” I said refilling my drink again.

Alice and I ended up finishing the whole bottle between the two of us. We weren’t lightweights, but our small stature was definitely working against us. I only weighed 115lbs and she was around 120lbs, so needless to say we ended up getting shitfaced.

We stumbled down the halls until we finally reached the living room. My father, mother, demon of a sister, and her bitch of a boyfriend were all seated on the couch.

My sister always wore pink. And not the cute kind of pastel pink, neon fucking pink. She’s had so much plastic surgery done that she barely looks like she belongs in this family. At least 20k went to her upturned nose, 10k on her raised cheekbones, 2k per lip fill, and 30k on her double D breasts implants. Her fake hair reached down her butt and her blue eyes were the only thing we have in common.

Then there was her bitch boyfriend, Blake Radcliff. He was Alice’s cousin. They were never close, and he practically left her during her childhood on the streets. He came back into her life once he found out she was in the Mafia. He wanted to work for my father, but was too much of a princess to pass his training.

“ W******p bitches” Alice screamed, waving her hands in the air. I stood back, dazed with my eyes half closed, drunk as fuck.