I laid there stiffly underneath the bed, hot tears streamed down my face with my hands over my mouth. I stared as the leader of the snake gang ripped my mother's fingers off with the pliers. And the other members beat my father, forcing him to watch as they raped and tortured his wife.
"Where the fuck is she!?" The leader shouted at my mother.
"I'll never tell you where my daughter is!" She spat in his face.
The leader calls his second in command to bring his pistol then pointed it at her face. My father screams in horror begging him to let her go not to shoot his beloved. But he just laughed and laughed like a maniac.
He removed the safety off his pistol then he pulled the trigger hitting her right in between the eyes. With horror, I watched as her lifeless body hit the floor with a loud thud.
"Serve you right bitch," He muttered spitting on her lifeless body.
"Now where were we?" He inquires with a smirk taking slow steps towards my father.
"Get the fuck off me!" My father yelled trying to break free from their grip. But he was no match seeing that there's three of them, and he's not young anymore.
"I'm going to ask one last time," He whispered in my father's face. In a dark and dangerous voice that sends shivers up my spine.
"Where is that daughter of yours?"
"I will never tell you anything you snake!" My father shouted trying to break free.
"Well then you're not of any use, are you?" He asked rhetorically.
Silently I prayed he would let my father go. But I know it was useless when he pointed the gun unto his forehead and pressed the trigger.
"Spread out and find the bitch!" He shouted while he makes his way out.
As everyone in the room spread out in hopes of finding me. I made sure the coast was clear then rushed over to their lifeless body.
With tears rolling down my face I pledged an oat to revenge them. Placing a kiss on both of their cheeks I headed towards the door. Knowing full well this was going to be the last time I saw my parent's I take one more glance at their body.
Making my way out the door I checked to see if the coast was clear before I tried to escape. Seeing that no one was in the corridor I walked out of the room not knowing someone was watching from afar.
As I attempted to head down the stairs I was tackled to the ground. Hit after hit the attacker sends my way. Punching me over and over with all his strength.
With all of my strength, I kicked the guy off me. Climbing on top of him I punched him over and over until he lost consciousness. As I attempted to get up someone shot me in my right shoulder, crying out in pain I darted behind a nearby wall.
I heard multiples footsteps approached me while they fired shots at the wall. Covering my ears with both hands I searched for an escape.
As I looked up I saw an open window, knowing fully well I won't make it to the front door alive. I ran towards the window and lunged right through landing in the pool.
I watched as they looked down on me as I looked upon them. One attempted to fire his pistol as I was getting out of the pool, but was stopped by his leader.
"You can run, but you can't hide Annabella!" He shouted laughing like a maniac.
THREE HOURS BEFORE THE RIVALRY GANG INFILTRATED OUR GANG HOUSE KILLED OUR MEMBERS AND MURDERED MY PARENTS IN COLD BLOOD.
It was my twentieth birthday the day I've been waiting for since I was 10-years-old. And learned about the family business which happens to be a gang. I was super excited sitting on my father's lap as he told me about it.
He said one day when I'm old enough I'll be able to take over white pearl. And there has never been a female leader, that's what makes it all exciting. I'll be the first female leader of a gang throughout history.
Now here I am searching through my closet for the perfect outfit for the celebration. So I wanted to look my best, deciding on dark skinny jeans, a black and white crop top, a gray tom, and my black combat boots.
I entered the bathroom while humming my favorite song "King of Shadow by Kat Cunning." Climbing over in the shower I applied my favorite vanilla shampoo to my midnight black hair.
After massaging through my scalps I turned the shower on to wash my hair and body. After rinsing both my hair and body I wrapped my white towel around me.
Entering my room I pranced over to my vanity table to blow dry my hair. Staring at my reflection In the mirror I looked pretty good with my 5'8 height. Big hazel eyes, plump lips, with the silhouette of an hourglass figure, not to mention I was pretty tan.
Attempting to blow dry my hair when my door was pushed open, and my mother saunters in. Mentally rolling my eyes at her behavior because she never knocks.
Sometimes I wondered if I'm her daughter. After all, she has blonde hair, eyes blue like the ocean as if you could drown in them. And her skin was white as snow, she was the description of beautiful.
"Hey Honey,"
"Hey, Mom,"
"Are you ready for today?"
"Yes. Of course, Mom it's the day I've been waiting for, ever since I was ten years old and learned about the mafia. Dad has been training me since so one day I can finally take over the white pearl gang and today's is that day."
"I'm so proud of you dear," She beamed.
"Thanks, mom."
"Honey, you do know that once you're the queen of the gang you pledge to put your life for any of your members. And there's the selling of drugs, human trafficking, and the killing can you handle it?"
"Mom, I've been ready ever since, I pledge to take care of dad's business now. And always, I stand to make you guy's proud."
As tears rolled down her eyes she hugged me while saying, she's proud of me then place a kiss on my forehead.
"I love you too mom,"
After our little moment, she asked,
"So what are you going to wear for the big celebration birthday girl? And soon to be the leader of the white pearl gang."
Beaming at her, I make my way over to my bed to show her my chosen outfit.
"It's all black," She remarked on my outfit choice.
Chuckling at her, I asked,
"Is it okay though?"
"Why don't you go with dress," She implied.
"Do I have to?" I asked whining like a four-year-old child.
"Remember we're celebrating the new birth of a queen and there's never been a female leading a mafia." She said holding my face with both of her hands while looking directly into my eyes.
"You're claiming your throne." Was the last thing she said before walking out of the room.
Walking over to my walk-in closet I spotted a burgundy dress with a slit going up both sides of my thighs. It showed a lot of cleavages because the neckline came all the way down to the breast area. Not to mentioned it was sleeveless, but it was beautiful.
I snatched my silver heels which would look beautiful with them.
After getting dressed I applied a little makeup. Which included mascara, eyeliner, lip gloss, and blush.
Checking my appearance in the mirror I looked so different but different is good right? I thought to myself. Applying the finishing touched which was perfume, of course. Checking myself once over there was a knock on my door then came my Papa's voice.
"Can I come in amore?"
"Yes, of course, Dad," I answered.
I watched as he sauntered through the door with confidence and power. He was indeed the definition of handsome with his Italian features, he has jet black hair, and...
"They're here!" Mom cried out and then there were gunshots.
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