"𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢! 𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢..."
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Adalyn Rose Hernandez was never a first option. Her parents never wanted her and hardly gave her any attention besides...
Grabbing my piece of cloth I used to clean the blood from my fingers and face while also cleaning the blood off my favorite knife.
Not only did he get blood on me but a little on my outfit but you really couldn't see it because I'm wearing all black.
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But still, I really loved rocking this all black and now I gotta clean this out.
I huff with annoying seeing the blood not coming off. I rolled my eyes saying a few discouraging words as I hear snickering. I love my people...I really do but they shouldn't laugh at this shit.
I looked around with a death stare as they're expression dropped quick.
"This what happens when you go behind my back and betray me. NOW GET BACK TO WORK" I said as they all scurry away to attend to what they're paid to do.
I swing back on my black and white top to cover my arms. My tattoos were very much visible on my body. I wasn't ashamed to show it.
"What all I got on my agender for today"
"You have a meeting at your club today @ 5"
"That's all" I ask
"OH and also your father said and I repeated, "Your ugly ass better answer his phone calls or he's coming down here to see" he said with a grin
"If he miss me, just say. Threatening me and shit" I rolled my eyes with a chuckle.
"Call in my clean up crew to clean this up for me"
"Yes ma'am" he said as he ranned off, almost tripping. I tried to hold in my laugh but some came out.
I had him as my assistant for a couple of months now. Found him in an alley beaten so I took him in. He can freely do as he pleases as long as he earns enough money.
I build up my own organization with the exception of some help, if you called it that. He thinks he did so we're just playing along.
After running away from a place that was supposed to be called home, I really didn't have anyone at all.
I was on the streets getting assaulted every single day, trying to survive for myself.
One day, my life change for the better but it didn't jeopardize anything because my so called family is already in the dangerous shit, being in the mafia in all.
I was in an alley and had found a box to stay in.
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Flashback *third POV*
Adalyn is 13 years old. Only six months living on the streets trying to survive for herself.
