Chapter 1
Hazels POV
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The continuous irksome noise haunting my beautiful, yet obscure dream. Let’s just say I was in a somewhat heaven, when hell knocked on my door and told me to get the fuck out of bed.
What the hell? I open my eyes quickly and groan at the sudden burning in my eyes, stupid sun. Suddenly, the door was swung open to meet an an-...... Oh no! RUNNNN
‘Why the hell can’t you turn your stupid alarm off, for that I am going to turn you off’ Brea squealed.
‘NO Please I can explain’ I sigh exasperatedly as I cannot deal with this amount of bullshit in the morning.
‘Go on spill’ Braelyn said lividly.
‘Uh... I.. umm... I ...... Ugh fine! Do what you have to do’ I closed my eyes waiting for the force to hit me... nothing. I slowly open my eyes to have been met with a crimson red face of Braelyn; Oh! that bitch. I glare at her through my lashes and wait for her to finish laughing, it was kind of amusing to watch as she was laughing hard, no sound coming out from her mouth.
‘O..M..G!’ She finally gasped for air ‘But on a more serious note here, you are soo funny when your scared’
‘Just shut up and get ready for school’ I stated matter-of-factly.
‘OK! Mom.... you know I love you, right?’ She asked sarcastically, with a frown on her face
‘Yeah! Love you to’ I confirmed with a tinge of softness in my voice.
First day of the semester Woohoo! Notice the sarcasm, yeah! The girls in the school want to be us and boys in the school want us. Isn’t that what life is all about? People assume that me and Braelyn are girls who have everything, but truth is we earn’t our way to the top, people don’t know who we are they assume the Countries Greatest Gang-leaders are male and more frequently “more” powerful.
We have never had a meeting with other gang-leaders but we are agreeing to it just this once and all of the gangs in the country are coming. We are going to give them a bad ass show and prove we are not innocent and sweet... we are Satans worst nightmare. This involves the most articulated devious plan of maybe, the century. We are not that foolish to let powerful hungry people into our homes or lives for that matter; we are deceptive and cunning and will do anything, and I MEAN anything to protect Brea and her me.
Braelyns POV
After I left Hazels room, I set out to my own room. As you may have known me and Hazel live together, but we have different houses/ ganghouse. You may have figured I am a gang-leader and a very good/scary/badass/innocent one at that; I lure my pray by acting innocent and hiding my powerful aura then...... BANG. They have been removed off the face of the earth.
I open my closet and find something that suits my mood today, an acid washed short shorts and a top that says ‘I hate being SEXY but somebody has to do it’ and Light Brown Lace Up Wedge Boots. I then put my camo jacket on exit the room, I go to the kitchen and see Hazel already there, I grab an apple and my motorbikes keys.
I rush out the door with Hazel behind me and sit on my baby her name is BLACKWIDOW she is a the ducati diavel, well she is an expensive bike. But when you are a gangleader you have a lot of money. Hazel sat on her motorbike and her bike is the ducati monster, I started first and revved the engine... if you’re asking we dont wear helmets... no need. I snapped back back to reality and saw we were there everybody parted like the red sea, way to make an entrance Braelyn, I smirked to myself.
Here we go a day in the hell hole, as I entered lets say my hand were itching for someone to kill, as I scan the corridor someone was getting their timetable. GREAT, a perfect prey...
