LOGIN“Please stay alive baby, we promised ourselves a new life, just please stay alive” Amy’s face was filled with tears, her eyes looking red cause of all the liquid that had left her eyes.
She kept stroking Rita’s hair backwards. She had placed Rita’s head on her leg. She could feel the vehicle's movement and how rough the road was as they were shaking as a result. Suddenly, the movement stopped. Amy braced herself, ready for What Was to come next. She held Rita to herself possessively. Then the door opened, revealing two people. Amy was forcefully taken away from Rita by one of the men and the other carried Rita. “Let go of me!” Amy struggled in the hands of the person but then suddenly she felt a sting on her face. She was slapped, but by whom? Immediately she looked up to see who slapped her, it was another black uniformed person but she was a girl. She looked emotionless, her red lipstick shade making her look like a vampire. “You do not ! Raise your voice here!” She said, giving Amy a hateful look as she turned and walked away. Amy just followed, still shocked from what just happened, she was just been slapped by her fellow woman. She was taken into the tall building, inside was filled with dimly lit bulbs. She couldn’t help but look around and wonder where she had been taken to. She noticed that there were both males and females. They were not dressed like the ones she met at the club, they dressed more casually and some in shorts that didn’t cover up their ass properly. She was taken down a dimly lit hallway with several iron doors, they stopped walking when they got to the last one and she was thrown inside. “Ahhh” she winced as she fell hard on her butt, the ground was very hard and cold. They closed her inside the room. “Hey, no..no, get me out!” She shouted after them and was about to start banging the door when she remembered the slap she received earlier for shouting. She took a few steps back, and she turned around slowly to take a good look at her environment. The walls looked dirty with cobwebs, it wasn’t painted, and the room smelled like clay. There were little holes on the walls, probably a home for insects. The only opening was the iron door, no window. She noticed a small cemented bed at the corner. She sat on it and folded her legs together, gumming it to her body in irritation with her environment. She placed her head on her folded legs and slowly drifted into thoughts. In another part of the mansion… “Boss,” a voice said from outside the room. Drake on recognizing the voice turned towards the door “Come in Marcus”. Marcus is Drake's right-hand man, the second in command. “She was locked in one of the prisons and the injured one is currently receiving treatment but the place was guarded,” he said with his head down. “Mmm” Drake opened a locker a drew out a file which he threw to him. “That’s the list of her uncle's debts to us. I’m still not satisfied by his death”. He muttered, his expression cold. “So what do you suggest boss, he’s already dead and you have his niece with you,” Marcus said, and now his head is up and he’s looking at Drake. Marcus is the only person permitted to be this close to Drake. “Exactly, I have his niece” A sudden smirk played on his face for a few seconds before it finally went cold again. “Go to bed Marcus, we’ll have a meeting tomorrow,” Drake said, turning around and walking into another room. Marcus left the office, shutting the door behind him. Dining area… People are seated in the dining area, some are eating while others are talking. The dining chairs are placed opposite one another with the table in between. Each table had 10 chairs. There’s a particular table that’s different from the rest, it’s at the center of the dining hall and it’s colored black while the rest are brown. The chair is made for the strongest people in the clan and these people are picked by Drake himself. They get to go on almost all the missions with him. They are 7 in total for now, Marcus, Kate, Hayden, Bluey, Mandy, Rose, and Theo. According to their skills, Marcus is the strongest, followed by Theo who is always quiet, then Rose, Hayden, Bluey, Kate, and then Mandy. Although Mandy was the least strongest in the circle, she was not to be underestimated, they were all very good at what they did. The dining area was really noisy, everyone was lost in their food and conversations until Rose entered the hall. Immediately she stepped in, the noise died down. “Idiots” she muttered as she catwalked to her seat, her Red lipstick so bright on her lips. She was putting on a crop top which showed her under boobs since she was busty but who gives a fuck?, and tight shorts. As she sat down, one of the kitchen attendants ran to her to take her order but in the process, she fell and landed at Rose’s feet, her hand touching her shoes. Immediately she noticed it, she went on her knees and started begging, fear written all over her body. The hall was very quiet, everyone waiting for her judgment as Rose is known to be a very ruthless person.Rose was brought to her knees and forced onto the stage. Marcus stood behind her while Drake sat in front of her, lazily playing with a small knife in his hand.Then he suddenly stopped, his attention fully on Rose.Her head was lowered, but her body trembled. She knew exactly how ruthless he could be.“I hope that wench is watching,” Drake said, referring to Amy.“Yes, Boss.”His eyes never left Rose.“Which hand did you use to throw the boot?”Rose looked up sharply.“Boss…” she muttered nervously.“I wouldn’t like to repeat myself.”Slowly, she stretched out her hand.“If this hand drops, I’ll throw you into the piranha pond and make the entire mob watch you get eaten alive for ten straight minutes. Then I’ll drag you out before you die so you can live with the scars forever.”His voice was calm, but every word carried cruelty.Rose knew better than to test him. Drake never joked about punishment.Using the knife, he slowly drew lines across her palm, cutting into her skin bit by b
As early as 5am, everyone is already up, it’s almost like a sin to sleep till dawn here. Some mobsters are jogging around, some are having combat duel, with other gangsters cheering and hyping. It’s loud and chaotic. Inside the prison area… Amy’s prison room. She’s pacing around the room, she couldn’t sleep, she looks unkept. Her clothes slightly burned from the fire at the club house, her long curly hair all tangled up, few bruises on her arms and legs dirty and bloody. She obviously had injuries on her legs since she was bare footed. She kept moving back and forth, then a sound came on the door. She paused, she took few steps back, away from the door. The door opened, two unfamiliar faces, both guys. Without a word or hesitation, they went for her, they grabbed her and pinned her down to the ground roughly. Her head hit on the rough concrete floor and she sustained an injury on her head and she passed out. They tied her up and gagged her mouth. They h
A sly grin crept onto Rose's face, mischief sparkling in her eyes. She glanced at the waitress, who was huddled on the floor, begging for mercy. The waitress tried to stay composed, but the tension in the air made it clear there was something dangerous about Rose's innocent-looking smile. “Take off the shoes you touched with your hands,” Rose said, her voice dripping with contempt. The waitress blinked with confusion written all over her face as she raised her head from the cold floor. “W-what?” she stuttered, clearly struggling to make sense of the situation. “If you look at me I’ll kill you and don't make me repeat myself you smelly piece of shit!” Rose replied, her anger surfacing. “Oh no, please, please,” she stammered as she began to take off the shoes. Her hands trembled, and her body shook with fear. “H-here, ma'am,” her lips quivered as she spoke. She raised the shoe cautiously, avoiding eye contact to prevent provoking a violent reaction. By now, other members were al
“Please stay alive baby, we promised ourselves a new life, just please stay alive” Amy’s face was filled with tears, her eyes looking red cause of all the liquid that had left her eyes. She kept stroking Rita’s hair backwards. She had placed Rita’s head on her leg. She could feel the vehicle's movement and how rough the road was as they were shaking as a result. Suddenly, the movement stopped. Amy braced herself, ready for What Was to come next. She held Rita to herself possessively. Then the door opened, revealing two people. Amy was forcefully taken away from Rita by one of the men and the other carried Rita. “Let go of me!” Amy struggled in the hands of the person but then suddenly she felt a sting on her face. She was slapped, but by whom? Immediately she looked up to see who slapped her, it was another black uniformed person but she was a girl. She looked emotionless, her red lipstick shade making her look like a vampire. “You do not ! Raise your voice here!” She sai
As the heat intensified, she noticed the entrance door to the club was broken , but the exit was engulfed in flames. A spark of determination ignited within her. Without a second thought, she dashed to her room and emerged with a big, duvet and a scarf. Clutching the duvet protectively, she hurried toward Rita, who lay motionless on the floor, the stark reality of their desolation sinking in. She urgently wrapped the scarf around Rita's arm, staunching the bleeding. “Rita, come on!” Amy pleaded, gently tapping her face. “Don’t drift off on me! I need you to fight—gather every bit of strength you have and walk.” Slowly, Rita’s eyes flickered open, and with a weak nod, she began to rise up with Amy’s support “Aghhhh” groan of pain escaped her lips, but this wasn’t just any woman; Rita was a warrior. Fueled by grit and the bond they shared, she mustered a faint but defiant smile. Carefully, Amy enveloped them both in the duvet, shielding them as they braved the fiery path ahead.
He returned his attention to his phone, his expression grave. One might think he was hacking into a secure system, but in reality, he was lost in a game. Amy was still on the floor, her eyes locked onto him, trying to process the cold wickedness she saw. “How can someone be so cruel and nonchalant?” she thought, her gaze drawn to the piercing glint of metal in his brows. Her eyes flicked to her uncle, who lay on the ground, weeping and begging for mercy. Then her attention turned to Rita, groaning in agony, pale and drenched in blood. Tears flowed from Amy’s eyes again as memories of laughter and shared moments with Rita flashed through her mind. “Is this how I lose her?” she thought, despair tightening around her heart. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees, allowing her fear to dissolve. “Pl…please let th…em go,” she stammered, rubbing her hands together in desperation. His gaze shifted from the screen to her, eyes piercing and filled with cold detachment. The silence stretch







