It was another night, another meaningless, business night that I was in the big city. On my own, down there in what me and my partner called "the underworld", where among many crimes and people who most likely shouldn't just walk around free, they were and well, let's just say that someone had to take care of them, even though, most of the time, it didn't end well for them.

I was, just one person, by day, I went to college, had friends, some, might think I was normal, but I was far from that, but, the thing is, if I feel lost in all this, then I can't except other people to see me differently, right?

The only way they should feel is being scared, because, I'm not a nice person. I arrived at this abandoned building, that I was mostly using to meet up with my informants, usually, they were telling me exactly what I wanted to know, without me needing to use a bit more touchy approach but this one was, I don't know, testing me, he just couldn't be any cockier, could he?

"Where is the cargo you dumbass?"- I asked him not so nicely. You see, he was one of those, not so smart ones, why you might ask, well, he is one of the informants of the gang called Wolfes.

They aren't big but they are taking part in drug development and dealing which is a problem mostly at schools. I found out about them through some of the people at my college. There was this one party that I went to, seriously, it was my first and the last college party for me. Nevertheless, I realized they were dealing because few of the girls were drugged beyond recognition and my blood boiled inside me, I practically made it my goal to get these drugs out of New York City.

"I'm gonna ask you again, where are the drugs?"

I was closely watching his reaction, anything, but he was completely unfazed by my tone.

"I promise I don't know anything and even if I would I wouldn't say a word to you, bitch"

Does this fucker has a death wish or what?

"You did not just call me that!"

The punches started to roll in, when I was in my suit, I was losing control over my emotions and reactions. This dickhead calling me bitch was like a firework exploding in front of my face. I just started punching him.

I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. This building I was using was shady, to say the least. I was beating the shit out of him but I couldn't stop. And when I heard a loud thud on the floor I realized that he stopped breathing...

Damn it, damn it, damn it...

I did it again... I quickly run to the bike I parked outside to get my first aid kit and I made sure that this bastard was breathing before I left the building.

I knew I had a problem, I knew that for quite a long time but so far I can't imagine doing things differently. Before I left the area, I made sure to call the emergency using my voice changer and from a private line so no one would connect it back to me, and then I just left.

***

It was almost midnight, if I wouldn't go back to the house, my dad would freak out, he will start asking questions again: Where were you, Aaliyah? What were you doing? Who was with you? And then he will look at me like I'm some sort of disappointment, which, to be honest, I probably am.

I'm so deep in this mess, which is my undercover life that there's no going back anymore. And there are way too many bad people in this world for me to give up now. I have to do this for my mum.

She was the only person who was pure enough in this crazy world we live in. I promised her on her death bed that I will make it right. For me, for my brother, and dad, even if I will have to do it behind his back.

***

I arrived at the house entrance just about 3 minutes to midnight, all the lights were off already, so I had to be very stealthy to get past all the guards. Thankfully, they had one of theirs poker nights in one of the back rooms so the coast was clear, or so I thought.

"Lia, what the fuck, you scared the shit out of me!" - I heard my brother screaming at me just after opening the main door and coming inside. The light went on and I saw Diego standing in the middle of the hall with the baseball bat in his hands.

He wouldn't have the balls to hit me with it anyway.

"Relax Diego and can you please be quiet. I don't want you to wake up dad"

"You playing with fire sis, this is the third time this week you coming back home so late"

"Don't even think about asking me where I was, you know the answer".

I knew I shouldn't keep so many secrets. Diego always had my back but I just couldn't bear the thought that something could happen to him, that someone could hurt him to get to me. I was standing there, having a blackout and I couldn't hear what he said next.

"Yeah, yeah, not my business I know. If you will be so reckless, dad will find out"

"From you!?"

"No, of course not. I have your back, but he already doubled the security recently, only because Gloria heard some noises when you got back from your, whatever you're doing"

"Don't even remind me, this bitch is, argh, I can't even. Daddy forgot about mum way too quick"

"I'm with you on this, but we can't do anything, they married and we have to live with that"

"It's been nice talking to you bro but I'm tired, I will see you in the morning. Don't stay up too late. Goodnight"

"Night Lia"

I left him there and I went upstairs to my bedroom.

Don't get me wrong, I love my big brother, he's the only one who, somehow knows where I am all those nights. Well, he knows the cover story, the story that I'm taking some boxing classes, which technically is true but it's Derek, who is my trainer. I wouldn't trust anybody else for this role.

Derek was with me through thick and thin, as for Diego, I can't risk that he will be in danger more than he usually is because of our dad's business. My daddy is the CEO of Russo Security Group. One of the biggest security firms in NYC. That's why our house is one of the most secured villas you've ever seen. And my background in self-defense? Also because of it. I got my roots, but everything else I worked myself on. But more about it later.

***

My dad remarried after my mum died. His new wife is only 5 years older than me, she could be my older sister. I met Gloria for the first time when Diego was partnered with her for some project in high school. She always was a stupid dumb bitch, but before she didn't make me call her mum.

I still don't do it, I'm not twelve anymore. Then she was working as his secretary for about 2 years, when mama died she started to flirt with daddy on multiple occasions and finally and unfortunately he gave in.

Now, she became his wife but the only thing she's interested in is my family's fortune. I would gladly kill her in her sleep if I could, I dreamt of it many times and I guess, that's what keeps me in check to not rip her fake tits out every time I see her.

***

Tomorrow is a new day, I have college, which also means that I will be able to see Layla. I miss my bestie...