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"Andrés?" I call out, roaming through the halls of an almost never ending mansion. The white walls and shiny black marble floors blinding my half awoken self. Technically speaking, I should be used to the fact our family house is so big, but considering I'm stuck on the first floor and rarely make an appearance on the ground floor, unless it's for food, it's not that hard to understand that it's possible for me to get lost.

"Andrés I'm not repeating myself again, dónde estás!" I can feel my anger rise, I don't do well with repeating myself no matter who you are. Why have ears if you don't use them appropriately? (translation - Spanish. "Where are you?")

Next thing I know, a body collides with mine which causes me to slightly lose my balance . I look up to see who was so idiotic for not watching where they're going, only to see the exact same copy of my green eyes looking straight down at me. "Andrés, tu coño, watch yourself," I seethe, knowing that the tiniest bit more of strength put into that coincidental push would've had my ass flying on these slippery floors. (translation - Spanish. "You cunt")

"What did you want that bad that you resorted to screaming at me and damn near waking the whole house up at such early hours?" my brother raised an eyebrow in somewhat confusion however annoyance was evident in his voice. His messy bed hair and purple under eyes confirmed my theory that he only just woke up. I rolled my eyes and turned around, in which I heard loud footsteps trailing behind me, following.

"Papá said we have to go to the drug cartel, a delivery is due from Italians. And you, need to get ready." When we make it to his room I turn around, looking up to my older brother. "I'm not making a fool of myself because you take too long to get dressed." I poke my finger into his chest and then push him into his room. Hoping he takes that as a sign to stop moping around. In return, I hear him mutter a whatever after he's closed his door which only makes me roll my eyes once again. He was a real pain in the ass at the most inconvenient times.

I wander down to my room and strip out of my pyjamas just to immediately slip on a black skin tight jumpsuit and zip it up, up until my breast area. I walked in front of my full length mirror and quickly slicked my hair back into a ponytail, making myself look presentable enough to receive a drug delivery. A seventeen year old taking care of drugs? It's a yes in my book.

I took the extra time I had on my hands to admire myself and the small features that probably not a lot of people notice unless up close. Little scars scattered my body, more specifically on my chest and arm area. If you looked close enough, you could also see my stretch marks lining my breasts, which once again remind me of what a pain they are for my back every single day.

"How ironic is it that you tell me to hurry up yet you're the one admiring yourself in the mirror?" Andrés appears in my doorway dressed and ready, which disrupts me from my thoughts. Surprisingly it only took him 20 minutes, 5 minutes shorter than usual. I raise one of my eyebrows at him whilst looking at him through the mirror and open my mouth to shoot a reply back to his snarky comment, however he quickly cuts me off. "Before you say anything I'm going to the car, don't shout at me." He scurries off which just leaves me in a much better state, my morning started off horribly which took a massive toll on my mood. It doesn't help that when I went to the bathroom, I was greeted with blood everywhere, even though I'm on birth control my periods are still very much the same, not even effected the tiniest bit.

Getting myself together, I make it downstairs and ensure I've gathered all the necessary items if things indeed went wrong and I'd have to handle yet another aggravating Italian. They were a massive pain in the ass not only towards the Spanish but towards many other mafias as well, they didn't know when to stop but considering they were such good suppliers for drugs, they were somewhat respected.
Except from me. They don't deserve my respect, they haven't earned that privilege yet.
I slipped my 6 inch knife into the band wrapped around my waist and accompanied it with a small pistol. This life meant having to be prepared for the worst even on the simplest missions, sadly my mother didn't understand that and is now laying on her death bed, waiting for what she thinks will happen - the angels will take her. Too bad this family is going to hell with satan himself.