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They were hers. She slipped the phone into her bag, lifting her chin as she walked. The city's rhythm seemed to match her steps now—horns, footsteps, laughter, all folding into rough harmony. Ahead, the skyline glimmered with glass towers, their windows reflecting the noon sun. Somewhere in those towers, people like her father and brother were locked in battles over percentages and power. She no longer belonged to that world. She didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. Maybe Marites only needed her for a shift, and then she’d have to face the terrifying question of what came next. Maybe her father would cut her off entirely, leaving her to survive on her own for the first time in her life.

The girl was to be crowned his Supreme Luna, a position that belonged to her alone. She couldn't contain her rage and she grabbed whatever she could find and hurled it against the wall. The small cottage she lived in soon became littered with shattered glass and upturned tables. Standing far away from her, a young woman leaned against the wall with her hands folded nonchalantly. She was Jenny, Cara's step sister and she wasn't in the least bit bothered about Cara's anger. "NO! THAT BITCH CAN'T TAKE MY PLACE!" Cara's voice was shrill and unstable. She wiped angry tears from her eyes and dropped into a chair, breathing heavily.

She is wearing black ripped jeans, a red shirt, and small heels. “Hi, you must Olivia?” She asks, extending her hand. “The one and only.” I say, and she chuckles. “I like you already. I’m Future. Silly me, I’m sure you know that already.” Future says with a bright smile on her face. “Take a seat.” She places her stuff on the coffee table. “Can I get you anything?” I ask. “No, thank you,” she says, and I take a seat next to her. She grabs her bag and takes out a notepad. “So, what kind of dress do you want?” Future asks.

Every step was coated with regrets, the burns were intensifying. He stepped into a street and was greeted with a loud sound, a band was playing on stage, it was a young girl's birthday, and the place was filled with lots of kids dressed in all kinds of costumes, almost an Halloween party. He rushed a little more, the bank was around the corner, he could smell roasted meat and vanilla, that should be the ice cream, he could pick the smell of groundnut. That one was odd, he had two hands in his pocket. He suddenly remembered that he had a dagger, those weren't allowed in the bank.

The retort is on my lips, but she sighs shaking her hooded head. “I get it. I'm a filthy beggar from the streets, a dirt-poor shady female that won't tell you her name, living with your people. It's bound to cause problems Zero. But I'm no threat to your club, and me keeping my shit private is keeping my promise.” Her deep dry voice never wavers or rises and she never drops her hood. I start to say something, I'm not even certain what, I just know those words don't gel well with me.

She seemed to be living in the street all her life and she was so used to everything. She was already holding a knife at her age and knew to threaten someone. She was a gangster in the street but she worked solo. “Do you want to have some?” Mark offered his little bread. Greta looked at him deeply. “Huh! Boy, you can’t live in the street like that. You cannot survive here if you are full of drama. Sharing is not for the street, boy. We steal and we snatch to live, do you get me?” Greta sounded very expert in her words.

Not like the people here care for anyone anyway. After getting out of there somehow with her now limping right leg, she gets into her car, which actually belongs to her father, she goes back home. Street fighting has its own drawbacks like getting a limp just like she has got one right now, but it also grants you heavy bounties if only you win for that matter. Still it is good in its own way. And, the reason why she has opted for street fighting is that she could not go to any fighting institution without her father knowing of it. Being in an underground fight is somewhat a safer side for her. Now that she is involved in this again, she will easily find a way out of the miserable job she has

Hell, after she was impregnated with his baby, Leo was welcome to her, he could have the girl when the contract was fulfilled for all Grayson cared. Saint Leo was always taking up seemingly lost causes. Perhaps that was what had drawn Leo to him? But the girl, was certainly going nowhere. She had no prospects, no marketable skills, an appalling lack of formal education, no real future. She would likely work in that club, spreading her legs for money, until she was too old and undesirable. She would end back up on the streets then, as she would mismanage her club earnings and retire penniless. People like her didn’t know what to do with money. They only thought in terms of here and now, were

Creepy I know but this is the bratva world, the world of weird stuff, blood, drug, and money. “Yuri called, he says he needs you back, Karan is due to arrive in J City this evening.” Soul’s report, his name is Leo by the way. “I am done anyway, get the money ready and make sure the cleaning crew sorts out the cold room,” I tell him. “Yes, boss.” I walked down the hallway to the shower, when I got there, I strip naked and get under the shower and let the water wash away the blood. I should not tell DJ about this because he cannot take it, he is a businessman, not a gangster and I will make sure that his involvement ends there.

"Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and eyes open. Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there that..." It was my favorite piece from Incubus - Drive. And Tate seemed to like it too. She sat down by bending her legs in front of her, wrapping her arms around them and resting her chin on her knees. She felt me ​​with every inch of her being and I had never felt more important than right now. She sensed me and wanted to smell anything I was willing to give.