The second the older lady was out of the door, the officers began laughing, and Annabelles’ sunken heart elevated.
“Oh, they are laughing because the old lady’s demands are unreasonable?!” she muttered to herself.
“Why the hell would we do a sweep? They're all going to die before they reach twenty anyway, and those that don’t the Morello’s have their eyes on them.”
Morello’s were a rapidly growing gang.
“They give birth like rats there!” an officer chimed. “don’t you think they will pass on their values?”
“Maybe,” one gruff voice said as he chuckled. “but they’ll go extinct eventually.”
“Yeah, its best to just let them kill each other…they will tire themselves out, and we will have less to worry about.” Another voice chimed.
Annabelle’s mind was silent for the first time since the news shared in th
The funeral was short, well as short as most unofficial funerals held by kids were, not that there was even a scale that they could compare to.The unexpected turf war had cut them short from twenty-four to eighteen, and they were now at the mercy of paying the big five ‘protection’ money.But those were not the only unexpected changes. Davis hardly spoke, and one would think that Trie had cursed him, but worse was the state of the brain. All she did was draw maps and pathways. She would light up the areas where cameras could reach and highlight the blind spots. She hardly ate, hardly spoke, and since the war, she had not attended any more poetry lessons.Betsy lost her right leg, and the group was now divided.Everything was falling apart, and like water, it was impossible to scoop the mess.“Belle, you should…” Rodrick approached the haggard mess in the corner of the common room, next to maps, papers and marking, th
Kassian.“How is everything, political matters aside?” He asked Ken, his aid and Vivanna’s cousin, as he unbuttoned his coat then tossed it on the red and gold couch in his office.They were both from a very exhausting trade meeting that had ended in a stalemate, meaning that they would have to go back for further negotiations tomorrow. Still, Ken’s expression remained passive, and his light purple gaze held no judgment or strong opinion on the trade matter.In any case, if he found a beneficial solution, he always shared. He was the best thing to happen to him since he had stepped into the spotlight. Kenneth Gordi Rorei was sharp, business-oriented, and most importantly, he had a knack for good deals and predicting social trends.It was mid-morning a week after Vivanna’s arrival, and he still had no idea when she would open her eyes.“The Dutchess became progressively more stable after Anna bega
“YOU ARE WORTHLESS!!” the dark-haired man screamed, then raked his hair for the nth time. “Why can't you get this right!!”He yelled, overturning the metallic table that held some silver appliances causing me to flinch from my suspension, but as I did, the metallic hooks that pierced my flesh tore further at my skin, forcing me to stay still in my suspended position.“Bring the blood in!! Follow the motion of energy in your body! Feel the pulse!!!” he turned, his purple eyes glowering only anger, but I could barely keep my eyes open to observe him further.There was blood on the floor, and the only thing that clued me in on whose it was was the dryness that covered my skin. Three hooks pierced each extended hand, and one large one pierced my upper back, using the pinched flesh to keep me suspended in the air. How my skin had not torn, I had no idea, but I was no different from the meat hung to dry in a butchery.
“Is there something you want to say to me?” were the first words out of Rodrick's mouth as soon as I entered ‘Maloney's’ room.“Is there something you want said to you?” I asked in response, “I am here for…”I pointed to the way too comfortable boy seated upright on Trie’s former bed with a bowl of half-eaten white mush.-Hadn't he been interrogated? Why the hell do they look as though they were having their very first sleepover?-“Seriously?” Rodrick frowned, and I crossed my arms over my chest.“Okay, it seems that there is. Let's take this outside, or would you rather we share everything before a stranger?” I asked.Rodrick’s gaze shifted from me to Maloney, then he sighed.He stood from his position, a metallic chair that had been at the foot of ‘Maloney's’ bed, then walked past me and moments later, I followed him outside
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.“Okay, so we looked at your body while you were passed out.”“what why!!!” Maloney’s hands instinctively flew to his chest.“To tell you that you have absolutely no body muscles, you are just as frail as you look outside.”“That’s not where my strength is!!”“I’ll say.”Maloney’s cheeks grew red, and I wasn’t sure if he was blushing or feeling hot. I mean, he had passed out from a fever.“What do you usually do, for money, I mean?” he asked, and I cocked my head to the side.“We steal? Isn't that obvious, or are you just trying to be polite?”“N-no, I just didn’t want to assume.”“Assume what? Hmm, you are way too thoughtful for fieldwork. I am normally the brains of the operation but starting now; I will be your shadow.”“My shad
"Heya!! This is sadly the end of book one!! Yaay, or…you know, Booo! Lol.Book two will be titled: My last wish, still centred on Vivanna, but this time with more of the heroine, Daisy.It will be out after I catch my breath, and to be honest, I was debating ending book one elsewhere, so I may add a few chapters later, don’t worry, lol not of the flashback; part two of the flashback will come later. The additional chapters will be more of Vivanna in Envia with Kassian. Anyway, I’ll keep thinking about it until I include the chapters.>.<Though, for now, I will end book one here, then when I begin ‘My Last Wish’, I will have decided on what to do.I have received pretty awesome comments, and I have to say, you guys kept me going for the longest time. Thank you for reading and taking part in my journey as a somewhat dehydrated author, and I hope to see you in bo
Dalia. Finally, finally, I finally know where Rocco keeps going. It was twelve minutes past midnight. Dalia had been in her car for hours, parked outside an old abandoned apartment complex in the woods. If her father hadn't coerced her to date a possible gang member for his investigations, then she wouldn’t be freezing her ass off instead of partying with Jeremy! Now she has to wait for Rocco to leave the building, storm inside like a jealous lover, catch a glimpse of red dynamite, a rookie in the underground market who dealt in illegal trade and had ties to the Elistar family, formally known as Elis. She dealt mainly ammunition to small gangs and blank currency, a means of trade in the black market because ritts did not cut it there. Still, she popped out of nowhere seemingly overnight and stirred not only the main gangs but also the government by threatening two members of parliaments. Dalia had suggested to arrest and
Annabelle.I shifted my mask then rubbed my tired eyes comfortably. The meeting had been on for hours, and as though that was not ridiculous enough, the meeting was virtual, but Rocco and Tony were still standing behind me, masked and acting as my bodyguards.The room was plain. If anything, it looked like a prison cell, with only a window at the top right corner of the room. The window itself was masked to avoid tracking, so I was basically in a room with no windows.The table sat a maximum of eight people. I took the head seat while seven computers, each projecting a different masked person, were placed next to each of the spaces.Gunshots sounded from outside the room, and I turned my gaze to Tony, who nodded and proceeded to the door.“Is there a problem?” A person using a badger mask asked. On the username dashboard laid the title ‘Soni’.Their voice was distorted, so I understood that they had i