When a Gunslinger loves a Rock Star.
Chapter One|Typical Chaos
Sunday, June 26th. 11:49 pm.
Selma, Texas. Zacky.
"Thanks for a good time and be sure to get tested," I smiled at the girl I just let off the bus after a romp in the sheets of my bunk. Her eyes widened before I closed the door in her face and walked back up the steps.
"Dude, why do you always say that? You don't have anything," Jimmy said with a smile from his spot on the couch.
"I know," I smirked, taking a seat next to him. "I just love the look on their faces when I tell them that."
"You're such a dick," he chuckled, causing me to laugh.
"I swear, Zacky. When you going to find that perfect girl so we don't have to endure your groupies anymore?" Val asked with a smile as she walked into the front lounge, taking a seat at the table.
"Oh Valary, as nice as that sounds, I don't think there's a perfect girl out there anywhere for me."
I know the groupies bug my band mates and their girlfriends a little, but settling down with my own just isn't in the picture any time soon. This life of rock music, parties, and women was more than I could ask for. Having a girlfriend just complicates things because for me, they just can't seem to handle that. I'm not one to cheat, but my girlfriends couldn't help but think that I did because of the amount of women I meet every night on tour. I would need a woman who could handle the months I spend on the road, the partying or the women I meet, but considering the several girlfriends I had couldn't after saying they could, that perfect girl really couldn't exist.
Long Beach, California. Kasey.
Debris of dust and sheetrock scattered over me and the floor as bullets pierced the wall that provided me with shelter. I was kneeling low to the ground in the fetal position with my arms over my head. My friends were across the room, taking cover behind another wall of this office building belonging to Goldberg Accounting while under fire as well, leaving me isolated from my backup. Glancing at them before more shots were fired in my direction, I could see their fear for my wellbeing since there was nothing they could do to help me.I should've stayed with them, I sighed. The gunfire ceased on my side so they could reload so I took the small opportunity I had. I slipped up the pant leg of my black skinny jeans and pulled out one of the throwing knives from the holder strapped to my calf. I slipped around the corner, keeping my back to the wall and quickly flung the knife at one of the gunmen. It sliced through the air, flipping as it went before coming to a stop when it punctured the man's neck just under the right side of his jawline, piercing his jugular vein.
I ducked back behind the wall, kneeling on the floor when all gunfire was directed at me due to their fallen comrade by my hand. My crew didn't hesitate at their opportunity and open fired, taking out the four remaining aggressors. When the gunfire stopped, I pulled myself up from the ground and came out from my hiding spot. I retrieved my own firearm that I lost possession of during my run for cover. I shook my head, dusting the debris off my hoodie before brushing it off the black mask that hid my identity while on the job. The one requirement all of us had working forThe Ghost Mob.
Zack stormed over to one of the main offices belonging to our target and booted in the locked door, breaking the doorframe. "No, man, please don't do this!" a terrified man pleaded with my best friend.
"Shut up!" Zack snapped and we heard some scuffling before the terrified man was tossed out of the office.
"Please, I'll pay back everything I took," he pleaded while scooting across the floor on his ass, cowering away from Zack.
"Oh, it's a little too late for that," I responded as the four of us circled around him. "You see, Antonio is not very happy that you employed Davison to protect you from his wrath. As a matter of fact, I've never seen him so furious," I explained softly as we walked around him like a flock of vultures. He was becoming more petrified by the second.
"He doesn't want any part of any deal you could muster to save your ass. You signed your death warrant the second you dialed Marty Davison's number," Zack added, "and he's only got one message for you."
Ally stepped closer to the horrified man on the ground with her phone in hand and a call on speaker. "Good-bye, Harold. It's been a pleasure," came the calm voice of our boss.
Harold shifted his eyes as his body trembled before I stepped forward, pressing the barrel of my gun to his temple. He huffed sadly before closing his eyes and I pulled the trigger, delivering an end to his existence. I snapped my head around toward the front of the building as I could faintly hear police sirens. "Time to go," Zack ordered and we dashed for the door to the back stairwell. I made sure to snag my knife out of the neck of the gunman I killed before following behind the rest. We ran down the ten flights of stairs it took to get to the fifth floor and out the back exit to the alleyway behind the building. We ran down the continuous alleyway, running across two streets before coming to a black SUV with limo tinted windows waiting with the engine running. I knocked twice on the driver side window and it rolled down, revealing the uncovered face of another one of us.
"All taken care of?" he asked hopefully.
"Like always, Adam," I smiled under my mask as Zack pulled out his phone to call our boss to tell him exactly how the job went.
"I could hear a lot of gunfire from here and a few cops sped passed."
"Yeah, five of Davison's men were waiting for us. Shots broke out almost the minute I entered the room and I got separated from the rest," I said while Trent and Ally got in the car.
"How?" he furrowed his brows.
"I went in too far ahead of them and was about halfway across the room when I was spotted."
"Jesus Kase. Be careful."
"I know," I said just as Zack hung up his phone.
"Alright, let's head back," Zack said and Adam and I nodded. I was about to open the back passenger door when Zack grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him, wrapping his arms around my neck. It took me off guard a bit before I slipped my arms around his waist as he held me tightly. He pulled away a minute later, placing his hands on my upper arms as he looked at me, his two different color eyes – one blue, one green – piercing into my bright green ones. "I don't care how tough or well-trained you are, don't ever stray away from me again."
I nodded, "never again."
"Good," he nodded himself, "let's go." Zack and I climbed into the backseat that was already occupied by Trent while Ally had taken the front passenger seat. Adam put the car in drive, turning on the headlights before pulling out onto the street and we made our way out of Long Beach, heading to Antonio's house in Santa Ana.
"Fuck man, I am so grounded," Trent broke the silence after peeking at the time on the car stereo, reading 12:33 am. We all chuckled except Trent, seeing no humor in the truth. That was the downside of being only seventeen and living at home with mom and dad. He had to abide by some certain household rules and a 10:30 pm curfew was one of them.
I sighed as I sat back, removing the hood covering my head before my mask and glanced out the window, watching the scenery zip passed. This town was nothing compared to Huntington Beach. I love that California town where I was born and raised with its beaches and sunshine and its home to the number one most dangerous Mafia to ever exist in the US. The mob moved from New Jersey and wanted to take over Orange County, making Huntington our headquarters so to speak since the town was unclaimed territory. We pushed out drug dealers from every town in the district and killed off the mobs in Santa Ana, Anaheim, Newport Beach, Laguna Beach, and Orange, taking over territory rights. We've been in California since February of 1964 and the citizens of Huntington Beach gave us the nameThe Ghost Mob in '85 for how we do business and always have. The name came from how nobody knows who we are due to the codenames or what we look like due to the masks. Besides the mask, we're all required to wear black clothing since it makes it easier to disappear into the dark which is usually when we do our work. We're practically invisible to the world and the main reason we're so dangerous is we're more like very well-trained assassins than gangsters. There are a lot of people who work for this Mafia and I would be one of them.
My name is Kasey Alexandra Martin, birth name Davison, but if you call me a Davison, I might just cut your throat out. I've been working for the mob since I was sixteen, using the codename of Kal, when I made the choice of the life I wanted to live. My parents John and Karen had given me the choice, work for the mob or graduate High School, go to College, and live a normal life. I chose the mob life, but I still graduated from High School and can go to College whenever I want. The Mob has been a part of my life since the day I was born because my parents were a part of it as well. My mom's family has been a part of this mob going back to her grandfather and that was way before we were the Ghost Mob and The Davison Mob was my father's family Mob that's been around for so long that's it's impossible to remember when it started. I don't think even Al Capone was alive yet. My parents met through the two mobs back in '64 at six years old when the Davison Mob moved to California just after the Ghost Mob. My grandfather purposed peace with my boss' father and they agreed to share the rights of Huntington.
My parents were best friends almost immediately and eleven years later, were married at eighteen on August 19th of 1975. Seven months later on March 21st, 1976, they welcomed their first child, my older brother Chad Michael Davison into the world. Less than a decade later, I was born on December 15th of 1984 and my brother was eight years old. We had a nice family and we loved each other very much. I was always told that I look just like my mother with my father's attitude. My brother and I were very close and he was always looking out for me until he was thirteen and I was five. Chad had really started to understand what the family business was about and decided he wanted nothing to do with it so he ran away and we haven't heard from him since. My parents searched and searched for him, but they couldn't find him. They had stayed up for hours, hoping he would just come home, but he never did.
As the years went by, I learned to cope with the loss of my brother, which is how I saw it, and moved on with the help of my friends. At sixteen, I joined my mother's Mob with my best friend Zack, who I've known since first grade and life was good. I didn't take my first life till I was seventeen. At that point in my life, my grandfather, my father's father and boss of the Davison Mob, became gravely ill and didn't have too much time left in the world. With my father being next in line to run his family mob, being the first born son, it created a lot of tension between my father and his younger brother, my Uncle Marty. When my grandfather passed away, the tension had become unbearable and a fight broke out between my father and uncle and they almost killed each other. Both were admitted to the hospital with my father suffering from a stab wound to the abdomen and my uncle suffering from a gunshot to the shoulder.
After that, my father left the Davison Mob to work for Antonio, giving control to his brother. He changed our family name and moved us to a new home to keep us safe since killing my father became my uncle's life goal. Antonio even moved to a new home in Santa Ana to avoid Marty showing up at his house because he decided to be brave. After my uncle took over, he decided he didn't want to share territory withThe Ghost Mob anymore and declared war on us. He wanted us all dead, starting with my father and Antonio was more than willing to put that Mob out of business after what Marty did to my father. It helped that my father and uncle were the only actual family members left in the mob.
We worked hard to make it easier for us to eliminate them by placing cameras and mikes throughout Marty's new home with some of our guys disguised as home security installers so we could hack the feed and be sure to know his every move. We're always one step ahead of our enemy. If there's anyone who has it out for my uncle the most, it would be me because that bastard succeeded in ruining my life by taking my parents from me. It happened almost three years ago in a fight for territory on November 25th, 2002. The Davison Mob got wind that we were handling a deal with another Mob our boss was associated with so my uncle showed up with his men and opened fired. My father couldn't help himself, wanting my uncle dead just as much, and revealed himself by removing his mask. They shot at each other, but my uncle delivered a fatal shot to the chest and my father collapsed to the floor. My mother ran to his aid and my uncle shot and killed her as well.
I became hysterical and tried to run to my parents, but was grabbed around the waist and dragged out of there, kicking and screaming by my best friend. I was pretty much a comatose patient for a while after my parents' deaths, only I was awake. I wouldn't sleep, I wouldn't eat, and I wouldn't speak. The only emotion you saw from me was the tears I shed at their funeral after the wake which Antonio made sure was a closed casket. He didn't want me to see them like that. When I finally came out of my "coma", I was so full of vengeance that all I wanted to do was take my uncle's life. I wanted to just march into his home without backup and slaughter everyone in sight. I didn't care if I made it to him before I was killed because I was willing to die trying. Because of that, Antonio kept me locked up in the cell in his basement just until I was thinking more clearly instead of suicidal. Eventually I was fine, but I'm still determined to kill my uncle and I'm not going to stop till that bastard dies by my hand.
It took about forty-five minutes before Adam turned onto the private driveway of Antonio's home and drove around to the side of the house, stopping in front of the garage. Adam pressed on the garage opener that was clipped to the visor and pulled into the garage. I hopped out of the backseat, stuffing my mask partly in my back pocket and headed into the house through the door that connected the garage to the house. Zack and Trent were quick to follow and I headed straight toward the front of the house, catching our boss as he was coming down the stairs. His name's Antonio Davis, born Matthew Halls on April 21st of 1957, and he's a 4th generation Mob boss who took over when his father stepped down in '82. There was only a selected few that knew his real name and I would be one of them since he's my godfather due to the close relationship he shared with my parents. They grew up together and Antonio considers me as one of his own daughters and I've always looked at him as a second father.
Antonio sighed as he reached the bottom of the staircase before he walked over and wrapped me up in a tight hug. "Thank god you're okay," he said as I hugged him back before he pulled back, holding me away at arm's length, "how many times do I have to tell you not to stray away?"
"Once more wouldn't hurt," I smiled shyly and he chuckled a bit as he shook his head.
"I swear, if anything were to happen to you, your parents would probably Freddy Kruger my ass one night in my sleep," he gave me another hug and I chuckled a bit this time.
"I don't think they'd go that far," I said as we pulled out of the hug.
He smiled before pulling five envelopes out of his back pocket, "Here, for the Harold job," he handed one to me.
"Thanks," I said before folding it in half and I stuck it in my other back pocket, "well I'm going to head home and check on Abs and my babies."
"Okay, see you tomorrow."
I turned just as Zack and Trent came in the front entry of the house. "Hey, see you later boys," I said as I gave each of them a quick hug.
"Later," Trent replied.
"See you tomorrow," Zack said before I grabbed my car keys off the door side table and headed out the front door of Antonio's home.
I walked down the short walkway and over to my black 2005 E-Class Mercedes-Benz that was parked to the right of the U shaped driveway. I pressed the unlock button of the remote attached to my keys as I pulled out my gun that was stuck in the back of my pants. I flipped on the safety while climbing in my car and set it down on the center console. I pulled my gloves off before I slipped my hoodie off, revealing the black tank top I wore underneath and tossed them both in the passenger seat. I started my car and pulled on my seatbelt as Green Day'sAmerican Idiot started to play in the middle of the song "St. Jimmy." I turned on my lights, putting my car in drive and left Antonio's, heading home to Huntington Beach. It took about thirty-two minutes before I got back into Huntington Beach and pulled up to the residence security gate entrance of my neighborhood. I pressed the button attached to my dashboard to lift the gate and drove passed, driving down to the end of Crosswind Drive. I made a left onto Clearview Lane and then another onto Twilight Drive before making the first right onto Evening Breeze Circle. I drove down to the end, pulling into the long driveway and up to the roundabout part of the driveway that reminded me of the end of a court street. I circled around before stopping in front of my house, putting the car in park.
My home was a two story brownish colored brick house with smooth white stone trimming on the edges and the archways over the doorway of the house and the connected three car garage. The roof was covered in red-ish brown tiling and the driveway was bricked along the edge of the entire driveway all the way down till it reached the sidewalk. The center of the roundabout was bricked as well into a large circle. Along the right side of the round driveway stood a bricked half wall with a hedge that ran along on top and it rounded around the driveway and stopped at the corner of the garage. Tall trees stood behind the wall, one whose branches barely hovered over the driveway and there's bushes scattered around as well. On the left side, there stood a couple of more trees close to the house with some flower bushes. A short hedge that ran along part of the front of the house and another that followed along the edge of a pathway. The pathway led to a gate on the side of the house that gave you access to the backyard.
I removed my seatbelt and turned off my car before getting out, bringing my hoodie and gun with me, leaving my gloves and closed my car door. I pressed the lock button on my remote, locking up my car as I headed to the front door which was made of a dark oak with windows alongside both sides and I isolated my house key on my keys. I unlocked the front door before pushing it open and stepped inside. I closed the door behind me, locking it and armed the home security system by the key pad beside the door before I headed further into the front entry. The entryway was a nice decent size and the walls were painted a chocolate gray with white molding along the bottom of the walls and white ceilings. The floor was a light tan natural oak parquet hardwood floor.
Two black framed photos hung on the narrow wall that divided two archways. One was of my best friend Zack, my sister, another friend Travis, and I holding hands while excitedly jumping into the pool the day my sister and I moved into this house. The other was of my four Siberian Huskies sitting or lying side by side on the grass of Antonio's backyard when they were puppies. I had only had them for four days when it was taken. The staircase was to the left as you entered and across from it was a wide archway with two white roman style pillars on each side and a potted plant in the left corner. The stair steps were hardwood and the bottom two are wider and rounded at the ends and the staircase curved wide as it went up to the upstairs balcony. The banister was made out of wrought iron bars with a double scroll 'S' design. It curled around at the bottom of the stairs and made a fence along the balcony.
A nine light iron chandelier hung down from the ceiling beside the stairs with crystal pendants that dangled from it and light fixtures that were made to look like candles. The wall behind the staircase had four fixed style windows that gave you a view of the outside to the left of the house. The bottom two were in rectangular shape while the two on top were arched at the top with 4-lite spokes. On the right of the entry was a hall that took you straight to the garage when you round the corner with an archway on the left side that opened up to the family room. At the beginning of the hall on the right was a door that opened up to the half-bathroom.
The wide archway across from the staircase opened up to a small living room with off-white carpeted flooring where people rarely sat. There was a large dark tan couch and two dark brown armchairs that belonged to my mother. The two armchairs sat across from each other with a dark colored wooden table between them. A tall plant stood in the far corner and an end table stood beside the left of the couch with a table lamp on it. Three fixed windows were side by side on the wall behind the couch and the one in the middle was wider than the others. By the far wall, opposite of the tall plant was a framed mirror that hung on the wall above a small six drawer vanity table that had a small potted plant set on top of it. The second archway wasn't as wide as the other, but it was taller and rounded at the top. It opened to a semi-long hallway that led to a pair of double doors which opened up to the kitchen that was on the right and the dining room that was to the left. On the left of the hall was another wide archway that opened to the rarely used living room. Across from it was another set of double doors that opened to the family room.
Walking into the entryway, my attention was caught by the black and white Husky lying on the floor at the bottom of the staircase with his head up. His tail started to wag when I came into view and I smiled as I looked at one of my precious boys. "Hey Max, are you waiting for me?" I said setting my gun down on the table against the wall across from the stairs. I walked up to him and he got up from the floor to greet me. I ruffled his coat and kissed the top of his head and then I started up the stairs with him beside me as the upstairs balcony came into view. There were two hallways and two doors straight ahead from the staircase that opened up to two of the guestrooms. The left hallway followed along a wall of rectangular fixed windows that took up almost the entire height of the wall, all with automatic blinds. The hall was a little long and there were two doors that lead to one of the bathrooms and the other which was at the end belonged to my sister's bedroom.
The right hall was a lot longer with a pair of double doors at the end that opened up to my bedroom. Across from my room on the right side of the hall was another staircase that took you back downstairs and into the game room and bar. At about the middle of the hall on the left side was an archway that was rounded at the top that opened up to the study. On the opposite side from it was the third and last guestroom and further down toward the beginning of the hall was the door to another bathroom.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I headed down the left hall and stopped at my baby sister's bedroom. The door was cracked open and her light was on. My sister was born Abigail Maria on the 10th of November in 1990 and she's only fourteen years old. She was my parents' third and final child. She's always been on the quiet side, even as a baby. We have a close relationship and I'm very protective of her, even more now since our parents are gone. Coming home that night to tell my twelve year old sister what happened was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Seeing as I was only seventeen, I could have been separated from her by social services and it didn't help with the state I was in. Antonio took us in until I decided to have a house of my own when I was nineteen. My sister is the main reason I managed to snap myself out of my suicidal tendencies since she needed me now more than ever. I had purchased this house and since I've had a steady job at Antonio's five-star restaurantAshley's, I was granted legal guardianship of my sister.
Abigail gets along with all my friends and they're always looking out for her. They're all like family and she loves them, especially Zack who she sees as an older brother. She just graduated from eighth grade almost two weeks ago and she's really looking forward to a summer off before starting High School and a possible job atAshley's after her fifteenth birthday. When it comes to her eventually working for the mob, I'd rather have her go to college and create a successful and safe life for herself. I love what I do and wouldn't consider doing anything else, but I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to her because of this life. Losing my parents was enough.
I pushed open her door as I headed into her light pink painted room, hearing a growl from her bed. My pure white husky Truman was lying across the end with his head resting on her calf. I shushed him and he started wagging his tail when he noticed it was me and hopped off the bed, running over. I petted him and he licked my hand before I walked across the smooth white carpet to my sister's queen size bed where she was fast asleep lying on her side with the fourthHarry Potter book laying open next to her. I stuck her bookmark between the pages before I closed the book and set on the white vanity table beside her bed, closing her laptop a well. I grabbed the black throw that was lying across the bottom of her bed and laid it over her, covering her up and kissed her on the head. I started to head out of her room to let her sleep, quietly closing the top drawer of her white dresser that was across from the bed. Truman hopped back on her bed, stretching out and snuggling against her back. I kissed his head and petted his side, making him slap his tail against the bed before making my way to the door. I shut off the light and closed the door, but left it cracked so Truman could come out after Max followed me out. I headed back down the hall, pressing the button on the panel beside the last window, causing all the blinds to pulled down and cover the windows. Then I made my way down the second hall to my room.
Walking through my wide open doors, I turned on my light and was greeted by the last of my precious boys, my red and white husky Dewey and my baby girl Maya who were lying on my king size bed. Dewey stood up on my bed as he and Maya started wagging their tails and I smiled as I walked over to pet and love on my dogs. "How's my girl? You keep these boys in line?" I asked Maya. She wiggled around a little, rolling onto her side and I chuckled as I ruffled her gray and white coat. Then I headed across my room to the bathroom, flicking on the light and walked into the small separate room for the toilet to the left of the doorway. When I finished, I pulled the dark colored wooden door closed and walked across the smooth wooden floor to the bathroom counter. I washed my hands in the square sink that sat above the counter before I removed the holster of throwing knives from my calf. I set it down on the dark chocolate colored granite counter before I walked over to the large square shower that was see-through by the two glass walls. I pulled open the glass door, reaching in and turned the faucet handle, causing water to spray from the showerhead. I kicked off my all black converse and stripped out of my job clothes, tossing them into the hamper. I hopped in the shower and bathed myself in five quick minutes, washing my body and hair. I skipped shaving since I already did that during my shower this morning.
When I was done, I turned off the shower and got out, grabbing a towel off the shelf beside the shower. I dried off before I wrapped myself in the towel and grabbed my brush off the counter, brushing my hair out. I set my brush down when I was done and flicked off the light as I headed out. I stopped at my dresser that was pressed to the wall to the right as you walk out of the bathroom. I pulled open the second drawer and pulled out some pajamas. I dropped my towel and slipped into the blue plaid lounge shorts before pulling on the blue spaghetti strapped tank top. I grabbed a hair tie off the top of my dresser and pulled my hair up into a messy bun before I turned around and smiled at three of my dogs lying with their heads at the end of my bed. I petted each of them before I walked over to my door to turn off my bedroom light. Then I walked to the side of my bed and climbed in, slipping under the covers causing Max to get up. He moved, climbing over my legs and laid down beside me and I rubbed his belly as I closed my eyes while he nuzzled his head under my pillows. I yawned before I sighed contently as my body molded into the memory foam mattress, giving the ultimate comfort.Time for some much needed sleep.
Monday, June 27th. 11:23 am.
I stripped out of my pajamas and pulled on my black skin tight yoga capri leggings and my blue Reebok tank top. I was getting ready to take the dogs out for a run to the park. I grabbed a pair of socks out of the top drawer of my dresser, putting them on my feet. Then I walked into my large walk-in closet and grabbed my black and blue running shoes. I slipped the shoes on my feet and tied the laces before grabbing my blackNike visor off a shelf. I headed out of my closet just as my sister walked into my room, ready for the run as well and holding four collars and two dual leashes. Our dogs followed her in, acting very excited since we were going out on a run to the park which was their favorite thing to do besides taking a ride in the car or swimming in the pool. "Are you ready to go?" Abigail asked and I nodded with a smile while pulling my hair up in a high ponytail before pulling on my visor.
"Very," I said, "you guys ready for a run?" I spoke to the dogs and their tails were wagging faster and they barked a little bit. My sister chuckled as she handed me two of the collars and I fastened the blue one around Truman's neck before the purple one around Maya's. My sister did the same, fastening the black one around Max's and the green around Dewey's. Then I went and got the small black triangle bag I had in my closet to carry waters and the dogs' tennis balls. Abigail handed me a dual leash that had a little silver dog waste bag dispenser hooked on the handle and we headed out of my room with the dogs bolting out ahead of us. "I'll get the waters if you get their tennis balls," I said as I held the bag out to her and she nodded.
"Okay," she said as we headed down the stairs and she stopped to kneel down by the door side table when we reached the bottom. She pulled out the bin filled with the dog toys to get the tennis balls while I headed down the hall to the kitchen and walked past the island in the center. The kitchen was a decent size with dark wood cabinets below and above the granite countertops. The island had the same granite countertop with a small sink that was mainly used to wash hands or rinse fruits and vegetables. Two chairs were against the side of the island that hung off the edge of the cabinet beneath, giving leg room for anyone who sat there. Straight across from the island was the stove that was built into the counter top with cabinet doors that didn't open below it. The stove was a flat top with circles printed on it to illustrate were the burners were.
A knife holder sat to the right of the stove and a fruit rack stood next to it. Beside that was the black oven that was mounted into a cabinet with a matching microwave and a couple of cupboards above it. A wide black fridge with a bottom freezer stood beside the oven. To the left of the island was a black dishwasher under the countertop with the big kitchen sink on the right. There were three cabinets above and to the left of it and a large pantry stood beside the counter. There were three more cabinets that hung over the counter and a window behind that peered into the backyard with the blinds pulled down. The floor was a smooth hardwood flooring while the walls were a light yellowish-tan slightly rough stone tiling that was my favorite part about the kitchen.
I stopped at the fridge and pulled open the door, grabbing six water bottles off the bottom shelf before closing it. Then I headed back to the front entrance of my house. Abigail was hooking Max and Dewey to the leash she had as I walked into the entryway and she held the backpack out to me as I walked over. I stuck the water bottles in the bag and zipped it up before I slipped my arm through the strap and pulled it over my head so the strap rested on my other shoulder. I slipped the leash around my waist, slipping the hooks through the handle of the leash so it was secure around my waist before I hooked Maya and Truman to it. I grabbed my keys off the door side table while Abigail headed to the front door and I followed her out, but not before punching in the code to arm the house alarm.
I stepped out and locked the front door behind me before tossing the keys to my sister and she stuck them in the front pocket of my bag. We started our run, heading down the driveway and Abigail was running ahead of me and the dogs were leading us as we headed left off the driveway. "Hi Mrs. Wilson," Abigail and I greeted our neighbor as she was walking to her car to leave for work.
She smiled and waved, "Hi girls," she said cheerfully.
We continued on our run down the sidewalk of our street and rounded the corner onto Twilight Drive. At the end of that street at Clearview, we ran across the crosswalk and headed down till we rounded the corner onto Crosswind Drive. We jogged down the street, waving at security as we passed the office at the entrance of our gated community. We continued down and rounded the right corner, heading down Edwards Street. We jogged for a bit longer before coming to a stop at a signal and Abigail pressed the button for the crosswalk and we waited till we got the go ahead to cross the street. We jogged across when it was our turn and continued down the street as Edwards turned into Bel Air Lane. It was another five minutes, jogging down Bel Air to Summit Drive where we crossed the left crosswalk to head down that street before we finally got to the park. We slowed to a walk as we made our way onto the open field and there were only a few people here from where I could see, but most of them were heading to the playground on the other side of the field with their kids.
We stopped when we were sort of in the middle of the field and let the dogs off the leash, breaking the leash law for all parks, but how else are you supposed to play fetch. I took off the bag and opened it up, taking out a couple of water bottles before handing the bag to Abigail. I took a drink from one of them as she took out two of them as well. I twisted the cap back on and opened up the other bottle, holding it down for Maya. She started to lick the end of it as I tilted it, giving her a drink of water before doing the same thing for Max when he stood beside her. Abigail gave Dewey and Truman some water as well before taking a drink from her own. I twisted the cap back on the bottle and dropped it on the ground next to the bag along with my water before I grabbed two of the tennis balls out of the bag. I handed them to Abigail after she set the water bottles she had down before I grabbed the other two balls out.
The dogs got excited, jumping around and I smiled before pointing to the ground in front of me, "sit." The dogs all sat in almost a line, watching me and Abigail intently and waited for someone to throw a ball.
"Max," Abigail got his attention as she held a ball out and he stood, hunching down with his butt in the air and wagging his tail.
"Dewey," I said and he did the same as Max as I held up a ball. Abigail threw the ball for Max first and he took off after it at a high speed before I threw the ball for Dewey and he did the same. We repeated the process, me calling Maya and her calling Truman before throwing the ball and watched as they took off after them as Max and Dewey were running back with their ball in their mouth. Abigail and I threw the tennis balls for the dogs for a while, calling each of their names so they knew which one they were going for. When they started getting tired, we let them relax on the grass after giving them some more water before Abigail and I sat down on the grass and did some stretches as we talked.
"So how'd the job go last night?" she asked and I sighed, I hated telling her about the bad shit that happens.
"It went fine," I lied while avoiding eye contact and she arched a brow.
"Yeah, that was truth," she shook her head and I sighed.
"There were some problems, but we handled them and the rest was a piece of cake," I said and she continued to stare at me, "I don't want you to worry more about me every time I tell you about the shit that goes wrong, okay?"
"I know, it's just hard not to when you're the only direct family I have left," she said and I gave her a weak smile, "but I know you're too good at what you do to leave me. It would probably take a nuke to take you out." I laughed, causing her to laugh and I shook my head before looking at Max as he crawled across the grass and rested his head on my leg. I smiled and petted his head, scratching him behind his ear. Abigail and I spent about another half hour at the park, playing with the dogs before we hooked them back on the leashes and started the run back home.
When we got home and started running up the driveway, a black Jeep Wrangler with the top removed drove past us and parked along the brick wall. I smiled as I recognized the Jeep as the one that belonged to my best friend Zachary James Johnson, Zack preferably. He's one of the people I confide in so much in my life and helped pull me out of my funk when my brother ran away and when my parents died. He's a very sweet and loving person, but capable of great violence when threatened. I don't think I'd be able to really survive without him. I've always been thankful for that day in the first week of 1st grade when I left my lunch on the bus and the boy with the two different color eyes was more than willing to share his. From that day on, we were always within each other's company, sharing each other's lunches.
Zack removed himself from the driver seat of his Jeep and turned to smile at us while closing the car door behind him. The dogs started to wiggle with excitement as they wagged their tails and I released Maya and Truman. Once freed from the hook of the leash, they ran to him as Abigail released Max and Dewey from her leash. I removed the leash from around my waist before my attention was caught by another door closing. I saw Derek Stringer making his way to the back of Zack's Jeep from the passenger side. Derek I had met through the mob when I was thirteen because his family is associated with the mob just like mine has been. He's a bit hyperactive at times in the best way, always the life of the party and very outgoing. He can be on the quite side when he's more in his relaxing state and he loves to enjoy life while hanging with friends. He's been working for Antonio for only two years and he absolutely loves it. "Damn, there's nothing hotter than a woman in tight workout clothes," he smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows and I laughed as I shook my head.
"I know. She is growing up into a beautiful woman, isn't she?" I countered, placing my hand on Abigail's shoulder and she shrugged me off while shaking her head with a small blush.
"That she is," Zack smiled as he pulled my sister into a hug, kissing the top of her head while Derek and I chuckled a little.
"Come on guys," I spoke to the dogs as I started to head over to the house just as another car pulled into my driveway. I stopped as I looked and saw Ally and Adam through the windshield. I smiled, seeing the two of them bickering with each other which they did a lot as Adam slowed the car to a stop. I swear they were like an old married couple and they weren't even dating. They should be, but they aren't. I shook my head as they both got out of Adam's red Dodge Charger, continuing their argument.
"Antonio brought the job to me and asked me to askyou to come along so I'm taking lead. You're just there to assist. Why should you be in charge?"
"I should take lead because I'm stronger. You're a girl and I'm a man. You're more likely to get viewed as a pushover than I am," he protested and Ally scoffed as she slightly glared at him.
"Oh so you're a sexist bastard and I am just a little girl who can't handle rough situations?!"
"That's not what I meant," he sighed, shaking his head.
"Well that's basically what you just said."
Zack got my attention by tapping my shoulder and I glanced at him to see his attention was on Ally and Adam before holding up his fist, "rock-paper-scissors?" I held up my hand, closing it into a fist and we ponded them through the air a few times.
"Dammit," I huffed as he beat my scissors with rock. He kissed my temple before he headed inside with the dogs, my sister, and Derek after I handed my bag and the leash I had to him. I walked up to the two as they continued to bicker, mostly Ally as Adam tried to reason with her that what he said came out wrong. "Okay," I said placing a hand on each of their shoulders and they stopped to look at me, "who did Antonio give the job to?"
"Me," Ally snapped as she narrowed her eyes at Adam and he sighed, avoiding her glare, "but I was asked to ask him to come along."
"Well then Ally has lead," I said and Ally gave Adam a smug smile.
"But the job is collecting from Quentin and he's a bastard, plus a wife beater so I know for a fact that he wouldn't hesitate to assault Ally given the chance," he stated before looking at Ally, "so excuse me when I'd rather have you stay in the car while I deal with that asshole. I know you can take care of yourself, but I just don't want something to happen to you. If you want to take lead so bad than fine, but don't get mad at me when I worry about you getting hurt before I can prevent it." Adam sighed before he turned and walked away, heading into my house.
I watched him go before looking at Ally to see she was watching him too, "he loves you," I stated and she looked at me, furrowing her brow. "What? He does," I shrugged and she shook her head, "you should take that boy out to dinner."
"Whatever," she slightly chuckled as her cheeks turned a little red with a blush.
"You know he didn't really mean what he said."
"I know," she sighed.
"And if you're dealing with Quentin, I'd let him take lead and I'd also take Zack too," I said as we started to head for my front door and she nodded. "You should really take that boy out on a date," I said and she lightly pushed my shoulder.
"Why do keep saying that?" she chuckled.
"Because man. You care about him. He obviously cares about you so why not go out on a date with him."
"I care about you. Does that mean I should take you out on a date?"
"If you're paying for dinner, fuck yeah," I smiled and she laughed as we walked into the house, her closing the door behind us. "I'm going to go shower off all this sweat and I'll be down," I said as I started up the stairs and she nodded. She headed down the hall toward the kitchen and I headed to my room and into my bathroom. I stripped out of my shoes and my jogging clothes, tossing my visor onto the counter. I turned on my shower and hopped in, hissing at the cold temperature before it heated up a little. I was quick to wash my body, hair, and shave before getting out and wrapping a towel around myself. I stepped out of my bathroom and over to my dresser, pulling open the top drawer to grab a pair of bra and panties. I tossed them onto my bed and headed into my closet to pick out some clothes to wear.
I searched through my hung up jeans and decided on my dark blue capris that were cuffed at the bottom with a few small tears. I pulled them off the hanger and then went through my shirts, pulling my white and blueAvenged Sevenfold slim-fit tee off another hanger. I walked out of the closet and tossed them on my bed before I slipped off my towel to fully dry off. When I was done, I slipped on my bra and panties before I flipped all my hair forward and started to towel dry my hair a little more. Afterwards, I tossed my towel toward my bathroom and slipped into my capris before pulling on my shirt. "Looking good," I heard and looked up to see my best friend standing in the doorway.
I smiled, breathing out a small laugh, "shut up."
"Sorry, last time I complement you," he smiled and I shook my head, "So did you get the tickets for Warped Tour?"
"Yes, I got them in the mail on Saturday so we are all set for Friday in Long Beach. I'm so excited," I smiled widely.
"Me too, I can't wait to see Avenged Sevenfold," he smiled and I nodded as I headed into my closet to get a pair of shoes. I grabbed my sky blue low top converse and my white two row studded belt before walking back out. I tossed my shoes on my bed and grabbed some socks from my dresser before I plopped down on my bed. "Did Antonio give you a job tonight?" he asked and I glanced over at him.
"Nope," I shook my head before I started to put my socks on, "after last night, he's probably going to give me a break."
"True," he nodded, "I'll be working. Ally just asked me to help her and Adam out with Quentin."
"Yeah, I told her to ask you since that guy is a real douche. That job is what they were bickering about. Adam doesn't want her to get hurt and Ally doesn't want to feel useless," I said as I slipped on my shoes, tying the laces and then I stood up to put my belt on.
He nodded, "did you tell Abby about what happened last night?"
I sighed as I looked at him while slipping my belt through my belt loops. "I told her there were some complications, but I didn't tell her exactly how bad it was. I don't really want her to worry about me and be terrified that I won't be coming back every time I walk out the front door."
"That's the downside of your family knowing what it is you do when the sun goes down."
"I know," I nodded as I walked back over to my dresser, "but if she wasn't born into this like I was, I'd probably keep this a secret from her." I grabbed a pair of diamond stud earrings out of my jewelry box and stuck them in the first holes in my earlobes. "You ever planning on telling your parents?" I asked as I grabbed a small hoop from my jewelry box before closing it.
"Eventually," he scrunched his forehead while shifting his eyes and I chuckled.
"Well, I'll know when that day comes because your mother will most likely show up at my front door with a bat to beat my head in."
"Well in that case, I might just wait till she's on her deathbed," he said and my jaw dropped as I looked at him in disbelief with a bit of humor in my expression.
"You're terrible," I shook my head before I put the small hoop in the second hole in my left ear.
"I know, but you love me anyway," he smiled and I nodded.
"Maybe a little bit," I joked and he scoffed, placing his hand on his heart.
"Ow," he breathed out, "that's the last time I share a sandwich with someone in hopes of a strong friendship." I laughed as he stormed out of my room.
I snatched my phone off my dresser and ran out of my room to catch up with him as he was heading down the staircase across from my bedroom. I jumped on his back when he reached the bottom and he hooked his arms under my knees as we headed into the game room where we found our friends, my sister, and the dogs. Zack set me down as Derek pointed a pool cue at him while standing next to my pool table that was all set up for a game. "I will take you down, Zachary," Derek narrowed his eyes playfully.
"Ooo, them are fightin' words," Zack said before Adam tossed him a pool cue.
I shook my head at them before I walked over to the long bar which had to be the coolest thing the house came with. The previous owners had it built in, but left it when they moved out instead of having it moved to their new home. The bar was "L" shaped with a black stone countertop and an awesome fiery red swirly wave design with a backlight along the sides of the base. Beige bar chairs with black steel legs aligned the front of the bar and there were eight in total. Three flat screen TVs were mounted on the wall behind the bar above the stands that were lined with almost all types of liquor. I know I'm not twenty-one yet, but who waits to till they're of age to drink. Plus I throw a lot of barbeque parties with people twenty-one and older.
My sister looked up at me from where she stood behind the bar, pouring herself a drink from the soda gun dispenser. She smiled at me as I turned a chair to the side and climbed up, kneeling down on it. I rested my forearms on the countertop before tapping on it with a finger, "Barkeep, one sprite with ice."
She scoffed, her smile never faltering, "What do you think this is? A real bar? Pour your own fucking soda."
I gasped, playfully as my eyes widened, "language young lady." She laughed while shaking her head as I chuckled a little and she grabbed another glass, filling it with a scoop of ice.
"Look at that ass in those jeans!" Derek exclaimed just before smacking me on the ass causing me to jolt forward, "damn!"
I pivoted my upper body and playfully glared at him as he smiled, "touch my ass again, I'll kill you with that pool cue."
"Don't threaten me with a good time," he smirked while wiggling his eyebrows.
I shook my head before turning back toward my sister as she set a glass of ice filled with sprite in front of me, "what? No lime wedge? You are a terrible bartender," I joked.
She glared as I smiled, "don't push it," she warned, causing me to laugh.
"Love and thank you," I said as I picked up my soda, taking a sip.
"Love you too and you're welcome," she smiled before I sat down on the chair I was kneeling on. I glanced around at my friends as I took sips from my glass. Adam and Ally were talking calmly with one another at the end of the bar about their job. Zack and Derek were shit talking each other during their intense game of pool which made me chuckle as I watched them. The sliding glass door was wide open for the dogs and they were all outside playing with each other. It was nice to have a day to relax with no work and this was pretty much a typical day. Hanging around the house with a few close friends and my lovely little sister with the dogs running around was one of my favorite things to do. But in four short days, my sister and I will be rocking it at Warped Tour with a large handful of our friends. What a wonderful day that will be.
Selma, Texas. Zacky.
"Thanks for a good time and be sure to get tested," I smiled at the girl I just let off the bus after a romp in the sheets of my bunk. Her eyes widened before I closed the door in her face and walked back up the steps.
"Dude, why do you always say that? You don't have anything," Jimmy said with a smile from his spot on the couch.
"I know," I smirked, taking a seat next to him. "I just love the look on their faces when I tell them that."
"You're such a dick," he chuckled, causing me to laugh.
"I swear, Zacky. When you going to find that perfect girl so we don't have to endure your groupies anymore?" Val asked with a smile as she walked into the front lounge, taking a seat at the table.
"Oh Valary, as nice as that sounds, I don't think there's a perfect girl out there anywhere for me."
I know the groupies bug my band mates and their girlfriends a little, but settling down with my own just isn't in the picture any time soon. This life of rock music, parties, and women was more than I could ask for. Having a girlfriend just complicates things because for me, they just can't seem to handle that. I'm not one to cheat, but my girlfriends couldn't help but think that I did because of the amount of women I meet every night on tour. I would need a woman who could handle the months I spend on the road, the partying or the women I meet, but considering the several girlfriends I had couldn't after saying they could, that perfect girl really couldn't exist.
Long Beach, California. Kasey.
Debris of dust and sheetrock scattered over me and the floor as bullets pierced the wall that provided me with shelter. I was kneeling low to the ground in the fetal position with my arms over my head. My friends were across the room, taking cover behind another wall of this office building belonging to Goldberg Accounting while under fire as well, leaving me isolated from my backup. Glancing at them before more shots were fired in my direction, I could see their fear for my wellbeing since there was nothing they could do to help me.I should've stayed with them, I sighed. The gunfire ceased on my side so they could reload so I took the small opportunity I had. I slipped up the pant leg of my black skinny jeans and pulled out one of the throwing knives from the holder strapped to my calf. I slipped around the corner, keeping my back to the wall and quickly flung the knife at one of the gunmen. It sliced through the air, flipping as it went before coming to a stop when it punctured the man's neck just under the right side of his jawline, piercing his jugular vein.
I ducked back behind the wall, kneeling on the floor when all gunfire was directed at me due to their fallen comrade by my hand. My crew didn't hesitate at their opportunity and open fired, taking out the four remaining aggressors. When the gunfire stopped, I pulled myself up from the ground and came out from my hiding spot. I retrieved my own firearm that I lost possession of during my run for cover. I shook my head, dusting the debris off my hoodie before brushing it off the black mask that hid my identity while on the job. The one requirement all of us had working forThe Ghost Mob.
Zack stormed over to one of the main offices belonging to our target and booted in the locked door, breaking the doorframe. "No, man, please don't do this!" a terrified man pleaded with my best friend.
"Shut up!" Zack snapped and we heard some scuffling before the terrified man was tossed out of the office.
"Please, I'll pay back everything I took," he pleaded while scooting across the floor on his ass, cowering away from Zack.
"Oh, it's a little too late for that," I responded as the four of us circled around him. "You see, Antonio is not very happy that you employed Davison to protect you from his wrath. As a matter of fact, I've never seen him so furious," I explained softly as we walked around him like a flock of vultures. He was becoming more petrified by the second.
"He doesn't want any part of any deal you could muster to save your ass. You signed your death warrant the second you dialed Marty Davison's number," Zack added, "and he's only got one message for you."
Ally stepped closer to the horrified man on the ground with her phone in hand and a call on speaker. "Good-bye, Harold. It's been a pleasure," came the calm voice of our boss.
Harold shifted his eyes as his body trembled before I stepped forward, pressing the barrel of my gun to his temple. He huffed sadly before closing his eyes and I pulled the trigger, delivering an end to his existence. I snapped my head around toward the front of the building as I could faintly hear police sirens. "Time to go," Zack ordered and we dashed for the door to the back stairwell. I made sure to snag my knife out of the neck of the gunman I killed before following behind the rest. We ran down the ten flights of stairs it took to get to the fifth floor and out the back exit to the alleyway behind the building. We ran down the continuous alleyway, running across two streets before coming to a black SUV with limo tinted windows waiting with the engine running. I knocked twice on the driver side window and it rolled down, revealing the uncovered face of another one of us.
"All taken care of?" he asked hopefully.
"Like always, Adam," I smiled under my mask as Zack pulled out his phone to call our boss to tell him exactly how the job went.
"I could hear a lot of gunfire from here and a few cops sped passed."
"Yeah, five of Davison's men were waiting for us. Shots broke out almost the minute I entered the room and I got separated from the rest," I said while Trent and Ally got in the car.
"How?" he furrowed his brows.
"I went in too far ahead of them and was about halfway across the room when I was spotted."
"Jesus Kase. Be careful."
"I know," I said just as Zack hung up his phone.
"Alright, let's head back," Zack said and Adam and I nodded. I was about to open the back passenger door when Zack grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him, wrapping his arms around my neck. It took me off guard a bit before I slipped my arms around his waist as he held me tightly. He pulled away a minute later, placing his hands on my upper arms as he looked at me, his two different color eyes – one blue, one green – piercing into my bright green ones. "I don't care how tough or well-trained you are, don't ever stray away from me again."
I nodded, "never again."
"Good," he nodded himself, "let's go." Zack and I climbed into the backseat that was already occupied by Trent while Ally had taken the front passenger seat. Adam put the car in drive, turning on the headlights before pulling out onto the street and we made our way out of Long Beach, heading to Antonio's house in Santa Ana.
"Fuck man, I am so grounded," Trent broke the silence after peeking at the time on the car stereo, reading 12:33 am. We all chuckled except Trent, seeing no humor in the truth. That was the downside of being only seventeen and living at home with mom and dad. He had to abide by some certain household rules and a 10:30 pm curfew was one of them.
I sighed as I sat back, removing the hood covering my head before my mask and glanced out the window, watching the scenery zip passed. This town was nothing compared to Huntington Beach. I love that California town where I was born and raised with its beaches and sunshine and its home to the number one most dangerous Mafia to ever exist in the US. The mob moved from New Jersey and wanted to take over Orange County, making Huntington our headquarters so to speak since the town was unclaimed territory. We pushed out drug dealers from every town in the district and killed off the mobs in Santa Ana, Anaheim, Newport Beach, Laguna Beach, and Orange, taking over territory rights. We've been in California since February of 1964 and the citizens of Huntington Beach gave us the nameThe Ghost Mob in '85 for how we do business and always have. The name came from how nobody knows who we are due to the codenames or what we look like due to the masks. Besides the mask, we're all required to wear black clothing since it makes it easier to disappear into the dark which is usually when we do our work. We're practically invisible to the world and the main reason we're so dangerous is we're more like very well-trained assassins than gangsters. There are a lot of people who work for this Mafia and I would be one of them.
My name is Kasey Alexandra Martin, birth name Davison, but if you call me a Davison, I might just cut your throat out. I've been working for the mob since I was sixteen, using the codename of Kal, when I made the choice of the life I wanted to live. My parents John and Karen had given me the choice, work for the mob or graduate High School, go to College, and live a normal life. I chose the mob life, but I still graduated from High School and can go to College whenever I want. The Mob has been a part of my life since the day I was born because my parents were a part of it as well. My mom's family has been a part of this mob going back to her grandfather and that was way before we were the Ghost Mob and The Davison Mob was my father's family Mob that's been around for so long that's it's impossible to remember when it started. I don't think even Al Capone was alive yet. My parents met through the two mobs back in '64 at six years old when the Davison Mob moved to California just after the Ghost Mob. My grandfather purposed peace with my boss' father and they agreed to share the rights of Huntington.
My parents were best friends almost immediately and eleven years later, were married at eighteen on August 19th of 1975. Seven months later on March 21st, 1976, they welcomed their first child, my older brother Chad Michael Davison into the world. Less than a decade later, I was born on December 15th of 1984 and my brother was eight years old. We had a nice family and we loved each other very much. I was always told that I look just like my mother with my father's attitude. My brother and I were very close and he was always looking out for me until he was thirteen and I was five. Chad had really started to understand what the family business was about and decided he wanted nothing to do with it so he ran away and we haven't heard from him since. My parents searched and searched for him, but they couldn't find him. They had stayed up for hours, hoping he would just come home, but he never did.
As the years went by, I learned to cope with the loss of my brother, which is how I saw it, and moved on with the help of my friends. At sixteen, I joined my mother's Mob with my best friend Zack, who I've known since first grade and life was good. I didn't take my first life till I was seventeen. At that point in my life, my grandfather, my father's father and boss of the Davison Mob, became gravely ill and didn't have too much time left in the world. With my father being next in line to run his family mob, being the first born son, it created a lot of tension between my father and his younger brother, my Uncle Marty. When my grandfather passed away, the tension had become unbearable and a fight broke out between my father and uncle and they almost killed each other. Both were admitted to the hospital with my father suffering from a stab wound to the abdomen and my uncle suffering from a gunshot to the shoulder.
After that, my father left the Davison Mob to work for Antonio, giving control to his brother. He changed our family name and moved us to a new home to keep us safe since killing my father became my uncle's life goal. Antonio even moved to a new home in Santa Ana to avoid Marty showing up at his house because he decided to be brave. After my uncle took over, he decided he didn't want to share territory withThe Ghost Mob anymore and declared war on us. He wanted us all dead, starting with my father and Antonio was more than willing to put that Mob out of business after what Marty did to my father. It helped that my father and uncle were the only actual family members left in the mob.
We worked hard to make it easier for us to eliminate them by placing cameras and mikes throughout Marty's new home with some of our guys disguised as home security installers so we could hack the feed and be sure to know his every move. We're always one step ahead of our enemy. If there's anyone who has it out for my uncle the most, it would be me because that bastard succeeded in ruining my life by taking my parents from me. It happened almost three years ago in a fight for territory on November 25th, 2002. The Davison Mob got wind that we were handling a deal with another Mob our boss was associated with so my uncle showed up with his men and opened fired. My father couldn't help himself, wanting my uncle dead just as much, and revealed himself by removing his mask. They shot at each other, but my uncle delivered a fatal shot to the chest and my father collapsed to the floor. My mother ran to his aid and my uncle shot and killed her as well.
I became hysterical and tried to run to my parents, but was grabbed around the waist and dragged out of there, kicking and screaming by my best friend. I was pretty much a comatose patient for a while after my parents' deaths, only I was awake. I wouldn't sleep, I wouldn't eat, and I wouldn't speak. The only emotion you saw from me was the tears I shed at their funeral after the wake which Antonio made sure was a closed casket. He didn't want me to see them like that. When I finally came out of my "coma", I was so full of vengeance that all I wanted to do was take my uncle's life. I wanted to just march into his home without backup and slaughter everyone in sight. I didn't care if I made it to him before I was killed because I was willing to die trying. Because of that, Antonio kept me locked up in the cell in his basement just until I was thinking more clearly instead of suicidal. Eventually I was fine, but I'm still determined to kill my uncle and I'm not going to stop till that bastard dies by my hand.
It took about forty-five minutes before Adam turned onto the private driveway of Antonio's home and drove around to the side of the house, stopping in front of the garage. Adam pressed on the garage opener that was clipped to the visor and pulled into the garage. I hopped out of the backseat, stuffing my mask partly in my back pocket and headed into the house through the door that connected the garage to the house. Zack and Trent were quick to follow and I headed straight toward the front of the house, catching our boss as he was coming down the stairs. His name's Antonio Davis, born Matthew Halls on April 21st of 1957, and he's a 4th generation Mob boss who took over when his father stepped down in '82. There was only a selected few that knew his real name and I would be one of them since he's my godfather due to the close relationship he shared with my parents. They grew up together and Antonio considers me as one of his own daughters and I've always looked at him as a second father.
Antonio sighed as he reached the bottom of the staircase before he walked over and wrapped me up in a tight hug. "Thank god you're okay," he said as I hugged him back before he pulled back, holding me away at arm's length, "how many times do I have to tell you not to stray away?"
"Once more wouldn't hurt," I smiled shyly and he chuckled a bit as he shook his head.
"I swear, if anything were to happen to you, your parents would probably Freddy Kruger my ass one night in my sleep," he gave me another hug and I chuckled a bit this time.
"I don't think they'd go that far," I said as we pulled out of the hug.
He smiled before pulling five envelopes out of his back pocket, "Here, for the Harold job," he handed one to me.
"Thanks," I said before folding it in half and I stuck it in my other back pocket, "well I'm going to head home and check on Abs and my babies."
"Okay, see you tomorrow."
I turned just as Zack and Trent came in the front entry of the house. "Hey, see you later boys," I said as I gave each of them a quick hug.
"Later," Trent replied.
"See you tomorrow," Zack said before I grabbed my car keys off the door side table and headed out the front door of Antonio's home.
I walked down the short walkway and over to my black 2005 E-Class Mercedes-Benz that was parked to the right of the U shaped driveway. I pressed the unlock button of the remote attached to my keys as I pulled out my gun that was stuck in the back of my pants. I flipped on the safety while climbing in my car and set it down on the center console. I pulled my gloves off before I slipped my hoodie off, revealing the black tank top I wore underneath and tossed them both in the passenger seat. I started my car and pulled on my seatbelt as Green Day'sAmerican Idiot started to play in the middle of the song "St. Jimmy." I turned on my lights, putting my car in drive and left Antonio's, heading home to Huntington Beach. It took about thirty-two minutes before I got back into Huntington Beach and pulled up to the residence security gate entrance of my neighborhood. I pressed the button attached to my dashboard to lift the gate and drove passed, driving down to the end of Crosswind Drive. I made a left onto Clearview Lane and then another onto Twilight Drive before making the first right onto Evening Breeze Circle. I drove down to the end, pulling into the long driveway and up to the roundabout part of the driveway that reminded me of the end of a court street. I circled around before stopping in front of my house, putting the car in park.
My home was a two story brownish colored brick house with smooth white stone trimming on the edges and the archways over the doorway of the house and the connected three car garage. The roof was covered in red-ish brown tiling and the driveway was bricked along the edge of the entire driveway all the way down till it reached the sidewalk. The center of the roundabout was bricked as well into a large circle. Along the right side of the round driveway stood a bricked half wall with a hedge that ran along on top and it rounded around the driveway and stopped at the corner of the garage. Tall trees stood behind the wall, one whose branches barely hovered over the driveway and there's bushes scattered around as well. On the left side, there stood a couple of more trees close to the house with some flower bushes. A short hedge that ran along part of the front of the house and another that followed along the edge of a pathway. The pathway led to a gate on the side of the house that gave you access to the backyard.
I removed my seatbelt and turned off my car before getting out, bringing my hoodie and gun with me, leaving my gloves and closed my car door. I pressed the lock button on my remote, locking up my car as I headed to the front door which was made of a dark oak with windows alongside both sides and I isolated my house key on my keys. I unlocked the front door before pushing it open and stepped inside. I closed the door behind me, locking it and armed the home security system by the key pad beside the door before I headed further into the front entry. The entryway was a nice decent size and the walls were painted a chocolate gray with white molding along the bottom of the walls and white ceilings. The floor was a light tan natural oak parquet hardwood floor.
Two black framed photos hung on the narrow wall that divided two archways. One was of my best friend Zack, my sister, another friend Travis, and I holding hands while excitedly jumping into the pool the day my sister and I moved into this house. The other was of my four Siberian Huskies sitting or lying side by side on the grass of Antonio's backyard when they were puppies. I had only had them for four days when it was taken. The staircase was to the left as you entered and across from it was a wide archway with two white roman style pillars on each side and a potted plant in the left corner. The stair steps were hardwood and the bottom two are wider and rounded at the ends and the staircase curved wide as it went up to the upstairs balcony. The banister was made out of wrought iron bars with a double scroll 'S' design. It curled around at the bottom of the stairs and made a fence along the balcony.
A nine light iron chandelier hung down from the ceiling beside the stairs with crystal pendants that dangled from it and light fixtures that were made to look like candles. The wall behind the staircase had four fixed style windows that gave you a view of the outside to the left of the house. The bottom two were in rectangular shape while the two on top were arched at the top with 4-lite spokes. On the right of the entry was a hall that took you straight to the garage when you round the corner with an archway on the left side that opened up to the family room. At the beginning of the hall on the right was a door that opened up to the half-bathroom.
The wide archway across from the staircase opened up to a small living room with off-white carpeted flooring where people rarely sat. There was a large dark tan couch and two dark brown armchairs that belonged to my mother. The two armchairs sat across from each other with a dark colored wooden table between them. A tall plant stood in the far corner and an end table stood beside the left of the couch with a table lamp on it. Three fixed windows were side by side on the wall behind the couch and the one in the middle was wider than the others. By the far wall, opposite of the tall plant was a framed mirror that hung on the wall above a small six drawer vanity table that had a small potted plant set on top of it. The second archway wasn't as wide as the other, but it was taller and rounded at the top. It opened to a semi-long hallway that led to a pair of double doors which opened up to the kitchen that was on the right and the dining room that was to the left. On the left of the hall was another wide archway that opened to the rarely used living room. Across from it was another set of double doors that opened to the family room.
Walking into the entryway, my attention was caught by the black and white Husky lying on the floor at the bottom of the staircase with his head up. His tail started to wag when I came into view and I smiled as I looked at one of my precious boys. "Hey Max, are you waiting for me?" I said setting my gun down on the table against the wall across from the stairs. I walked up to him and he got up from the floor to greet me. I ruffled his coat and kissed the top of his head and then I started up the stairs with him beside me as the upstairs balcony came into view. There were two hallways and two doors straight ahead from the staircase that opened up to two of the guestrooms. The left hallway followed along a wall of rectangular fixed windows that took up almost the entire height of the wall, all with automatic blinds. The hall was a little long and there were two doors that lead to one of the bathrooms and the other which was at the end belonged to my sister's bedroom.
The right hall was a lot longer with a pair of double doors at the end that opened up to my bedroom. Across from my room on the right side of the hall was another staircase that took you back downstairs and into the game room and bar. At about the middle of the hall on the left side was an archway that was rounded at the top that opened up to the study. On the opposite side from it was the third and last guestroom and further down toward the beginning of the hall was the door to another bathroom.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I headed down the left hall and stopped at my baby sister's bedroom. The door was cracked open and her light was on. My sister was born Abigail Maria on the 10th of November in 1990 and she's only fourteen years old. She was my parents' third and final child. She's always been on the quiet side, even as a baby. We have a close relationship and I'm very protective of her, even more now since our parents are gone. Coming home that night to tell my twelve year old sister what happened was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Seeing as I was only seventeen, I could have been separated from her by social services and it didn't help with the state I was in. Antonio took us in until I decided to have a house of my own when I was nineteen. My sister is the main reason I managed to snap myself out of my suicidal tendencies since she needed me now more than ever. I had purchased this house and since I've had a steady job at Antonio's five-star restaurantAshley's, I was granted legal guardianship of my sister.
Abigail gets along with all my friends and they're always looking out for her. They're all like family and she loves them, especially Zack who she sees as an older brother. She just graduated from eighth grade almost two weeks ago and she's really looking forward to a summer off before starting High School and a possible job atAshley's after her fifteenth birthday. When it comes to her eventually working for the mob, I'd rather have her go to college and create a successful and safe life for herself. I love what I do and wouldn't consider doing anything else, but I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to her because of this life. Losing my parents was enough.
I pushed open her door as I headed into her light pink painted room, hearing a growl from her bed. My pure white husky Truman was lying across the end with his head resting on her calf. I shushed him and he started wagging his tail when he noticed it was me and hopped off the bed, running over. I petted him and he licked my hand before I walked across the smooth white carpet to my sister's queen size bed where she was fast asleep lying on her side with the fourthHarry Potter book laying open next to her. I stuck her bookmark between the pages before I closed the book and set on the white vanity table beside her bed, closing her laptop a well. I grabbed the black throw that was lying across the bottom of her bed and laid it over her, covering her up and kissed her on the head. I started to head out of her room to let her sleep, quietly closing the top drawer of her white dresser that was across from the bed. Truman hopped back on her bed, stretching out and snuggling against her back. I kissed his head and petted his side, making him slap his tail against the bed before making my way to the door. I shut off the light and closed the door, but left it cracked so Truman could come out after Max followed me out. I headed back down the hall, pressing the button on the panel beside the last window, causing all the blinds to pulled down and cover the windows. Then I made my way down the second hall to my room.
Walking through my wide open doors, I turned on my light and was greeted by the last of my precious boys, my red and white husky Dewey and my baby girl Maya who were lying on my king size bed. Dewey stood up on my bed as he and Maya started wagging their tails and I smiled as I walked over to pet and love on my dogs. "How's my girl? You keep these boys in line?" I asked Maya. She wiggled around a little, rolling onto her side and I chuckled as I ruffled her gray and white coat. Then I headed across my room to the bathroom, flicking on the light and walked into the small separate room for the toilet to the left of the doorway. When I finished, I pulled the dark colored wooden door closed and walked across the smooth wooden floor to the bathroom counter. I washed my hands in the square sink that sat above the counter before I removed the holster of throwing knives from my calf. I set it down on the dark chocolate colored granite counter before I walked over to the large square shower that was see-through by the two glass walls. I pulled open the glass door, reaching in and turned the faucet handle, causing water to spray from the showerhead. I kicked off my all black converse and stripped out of my job clothes, tossing them into the hamper. I hopped in the shower and bathed myself in five quick minutes, washing my body and hair. I skipped shaving since I already did that during my shower this morning.
When I was done, I turned off the shower and got out, grabbing a towel off the shelf beside the shower. I dried off before I wrapped myself in the towel and grabbed my brush off the counter, brushing my hair out. I set my brush down when I was done and flicked off the light as I headed out. I stopped at my dresser that was pressed to the wall to the right as you walk out of the bathroom. I pulled open the second drawer and pulled out some pajamas. I dropped my towel and slipped into the blue plaid lounge shorts before pulling on the blue spaghetti strapped tank top. I grabbed a hair tie off the top of my dresser and pulled my hair up into a messy bun before I turned around and smiled at three of my dogs lying with their heads at the end of my bed. I petted each of them before I walked over to my door to turn off my bedroom light. Then I walked to the side of my bed and climbed in, slipping under the covers causing Max to get up. He moved, climbing over my legs and laid down beside me and I rubbed his belly as I closed my eyes while he nuzzled his head under my pillows. I yawned before I sighed contently as my body molded into the memory foam mattress, giving the ultimate comfort.Time for some much needed sleep.
Monday, June 27th. 11:23 am.
I stripped out of my pajamas and pulled on my black skin tight yoga capri leggings and my blue Reebok tank top. I was getting ready to take the dogs out for a run to the park. I grabbed a pair of socks out of the top drawer of my dresser, putting them on my feet. Then I walked into my large walk-in closet and grabbed my black and blue running shoes. I slipped the shoes on my feet and tied the laces before grabbing my blackNike visor off a shelf. I headed out of my closet just as my sister walked into my room, ready for the run as well and holding four collars and two dual leashes. Our dogs followed her in, acting very excited since we were going out on a run to the park which was their favorite thing to do besides taking a ride in the car or swimming in the pool. "Are you ready to go?" Abigail asked and I nodded with a smile while pulling my hair up in a high ponytail before pulling on my visor.
"Very," I said, "you guys ready for a run?" I spoke to the dogs and their tails were wagging faster and they barked a little bit. My sister chuckled as she handed me two of the collars and I fastened the blue one around Truman's neck before the purple one around Maya's. My sister did the same, fastening the black one around Max's and the green around Dewey's. Then I went and got the small black triangle bag I had in my closet to carry waters and the dogs' tennis balls. Abigail handed me a dual leash that had a little silver dog waste bag dispenser hooked on the handle and we headed out of my room with the dogs bolting out ahead of us. "I'll get the waters if you get their tennis balls," I said as I held the bag out to her and she nodded.
"Okay," she said as we headed down the stairs and she stopped to kneel down by the door side table when we reached the bottom. She pulled out the bin filled with the dog toys to get the tennis balls while I headed down the hall to the kitchen and walked past the island in the center. The kitchen was a decent size with dark wood cabinets below and above the granite countertops. The island had the same granite countertop with a small sink that was mainly used to wash hands or rinse fruits and vegetables. Two chairs were against the side of the island that hung off the edge of the cabinet beneath, giving leg room for anyone who sat there. Straight across from the island was the stove that was built into the counter top with cabinet doors that didn't open below it. The stove was a flat top with circles printed on it to illustrate were the burners were.
A knife holder sat to the right of the stove and a fruit rack stood next to it. Beside that was the black oven that was mounted into a cabinet with a matching microwave and a couple of cupboards above it. A wide black fridge with a bottom freezer stood beside the oven. To the left of the island was a black dishwasher under the countertop with the big kitchen sink on the right. There were three cabinets above and to the left of it and a large pantry stood beside the counter. There were three more cabinets that hung over the counter and a window behind that peered into the backyard with the blinds pulled down. The floor was a smooth hardwood flooring while the walls were a light yellowish-tan slightly rough stone tiling that was my favorite part about the kitchen.
I stopped at the fridge and pulled open the door, grabbing six water bottles off the bottom shelf before closing it. Then I headed back to the front entrance of my house. Abigail was hooking Max and Dewey to the leash she had as I walked into the entryway and she held the backpack out to me as I walked over. I stuck the water bottles in the bag and zipped it up before I slipped my arm through the strap and pulled it over my head so the strap rested on my other shoulder. I slipped the leash around my waist, slipping the hooks through the handle of the leash so it was secure around my waist before I hooked Maya and Truman to it. I grabbed my keys off the door side table while Abigail headed to the front door and I followed her out, but not before punching in the code to arm the house alarm.
I stepped out and locked the front door behind me before tossing the keys to my sister and she stuck them in the front pocket of my bag. We started our run, heading down the driveway and Abigail was running ahead of me and the dogs were leading us as we headed left off the driveway. "Hi Mrs. Wilson," Abigail and I greeted our neighbor as she was walking to her car to leave for work.
She smiled and waved, "Hi girls," she said cheerfully.
We continued on our run down the sidewalk of our street and rounded the corner onto Twilight Drive. At the end of that street at Clearview, we ran across the crosswalk and headed down till we rounded the corner onto Crosswind Drive. We jogged down the street, waving at security as we passed the office at the entrance of our gated community. We continued down and rounded the right corner, heading down Edwards Street. We jogged for a bit longer before coming to a stop at a signal and Abigail pressed the button for the crosswalk and we waited till we got the go ahead to cross the street. We jogged across when it was our turn and continued down the street as Edwards turned into Bel Air Lane. It was another five minutes, jogging down Bel Air to Summit Drive where we crossed the left crosswalk to head down that street before we finally got to the park. We slowed to a walk as we made our way onto the open field and there were only a few people here from where I could see, but most of them were heading to the playground on the other side of the field with their kids.
We stopped when we were sort of in the middle of the field and let the dogs off the leash, breaking the leash law for all parks, but how else are you supposed to play fetch. I took off the bag and opened it up, taking out a couple of water bottles before handing the bag to Abigail. I took a drink from one of them as she took out two of them as well. I twisted the cap back on and opened up the other bottle, holding it down for Maya. She started to lick the end of it as I tilted it, giving her a drink of water before doing the same thing for Max when he stood beside her. Abigail gave Dewey and Truman some water as well before taking a drink from her own. I twisted the cap back on the bottle and dropped it on the ground next to the bag along with my water before I grabbed two of the tennis balls out of the bag. I handed them to Abigail after she set the water bottles she had down before I grabbed the other two balls out.
The dogs got excited, jumping around and I smiled before pointing to the ground in front of me, "sit." The dogs all sat in almost a line, watching me and Abigail intently and waited for someone to throw a ball.
"Max," Abigail got his attention as she held a ball out and he stood, hunching down with his butt in the air and wagging his tail.
"Dewey," I said and he did the same as Max as I held up a ball. Abigail threw the ball for Max first and he took off after it at a high speed before I threw the ball for Dewey and he did the same. We repeated the process, me calling Maya and her calling Truman before throwing the ball and watched as they took off after them as Max and Dewey were running back with their ball in their mouth. Abigail and I threw the tennis balls for the dogs for a while, calling each of their names so they knew which one they were going for. When they started getting tired, we let them relax on the grass after giving them some more water before Abigail and I sat down on the grass and did some stretches as we talked.
"So how'd the job go last night?" she asked and I sighed, I hated telling her about the bad shit that happens.
"It went fine," I lied while avoiding eye contact and she arched a brow.
"Yeah, that was truth," she shook her head and I sighed.
"There were some problems, but we handled them and the rest was a piece of cake," I said and she continued to stare at me, "I don't want you to worry more about me every time I tell you about the shit that goes wrong, okay?"
"I know, it's just hard not to when you're the only direct family I have left," she said and I gave her a weak smile, "but I know you're too good at what you do to leave me. It would probably take a nuke to take you out." I laughed, causing her to laugh and I shook my head before looking at Max as he crawled across the grass and rested his head on my leg. I smiled and petted his head, scratching him behind his ear. Abigail and I spent about another half hour at the park, playing with the dogs before we hooked them back on the leashes and started the run back home.
When we got home and started running up the driveway, a black Jeep Wrangler with the top removed drove past us and parked along the brick wall. I smiled as I recognized the Jeep as the one that belonged to my best friend Zachary James Johnson, Zack preferably. He's one of the people I confide in so much in my life and helped pull me out of my funk when my brother ran away and when my parents died. He's a very sweet and loving person, but capable of great violence when threatened. I don't think I'd be able to really survive without him. I've always been thankful for that day in the first week of 1st grade when I left my lunch on the bus and the boy with the two different color eyes was more than willing to share his. From that day on, we were always within each other's company, sharing each other's lunches.
Zack removed himself from the driver seat of his Jeep and turned to smile at us while closing the car door behind him. The dogs started to wiggle with excitement as they wagged their tails and I released Maya and Truman. Once freed from the hook of the leash, they ran to him as Abigail released Max and Dewey from her leash. I removed the leash from around my waist before my attention was caught by another door closing. I saw Derek Stringer making his way to the back of Zack's Jeep from the passenger side. Derek I had met through the mob when I was thirteen because his family is associated with the mob just like mine has been. He's a bit hyperactive at times in the best way, always the life of the party and very outgoing. He can be on the quite side when he's more in his relaxing state and he loves to enjoy life while hanging with friends. He's been working for Antonio for only two years and he absolutely loves it. "Damn, there's nothing hotter than a woman in tight workout clothes," he smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows and I laughed as I shook my head.
"I know. She is growing up into a beautiful woman, isn't she?" I countered, placing my hand on Abigail's shoulder and she shrugged me off while shaking her head with a small blush.
"That she is," Zack smiled as he pulled my sister into a hug, kissing the top of her head while Derek and I chuckled a little.
"Come on guys," I spoke to the dogs as I started to head over to the house just as another car pulled into my driveway. I stopped as I looked and saw Ally and Adam through the windshield. I smiled, seeing the two of them bickering with each other which they did a lot as Adam slowed the car to a stop. I swear they were like an old married couple and they weren't even dating. They should be, but they aren't. I shook my head as they both got out of Adam's red Dodge Charger, continuing their argument.
"Antonio brought the job to me and asked me to askyou to come along so I'm taking lead. You're just there to assist. Why should you be in charge?"
"I should take lead because I'm stronger. You're a girl and I'm a man. You're more likely to get viewed as a pushover than I am," he protested and Ally scoffed as she slightly glared at him.
"Oh so you're a sexist bastard and I am just a little girl who can't handle rough situations?!"
"That's not what I meant," he sighed, shaking his head.
"Well that's basically what you just said."
Zack got my attention by tapping my shoulder and I glanced at him to see his attention was on Ally and Adam before holding up his fist, "rock-paper-scissors?" I held up my hand, closing it into a fist and we ponded them through the air a few times.
"Dammit," I huffed as he beat my scissors with rock. He kissed my temple before he headed inside with the dogs, my sister, and Derek after I handed my bag and the leash I had to him. I walked up to the two as they continued to bicker, mostly Ally as Adam tried to reason with her that what he said came out wrong. "Okay," I said placing a hand on each of their shoulders and they stopped to look at me, "who did Antonio give the job to?"
"Me," Ally snapped as she narrowed her eyes at Adam and he sighed, avoiding her glare, "but I was asked to ask him to come along."
"Well then Ally has lead," I said and Ally gave Adam a smug smile.
"But the job is collecting from Quentin and he's a bastard, plus a wife beater so I know for a fact that he wouldn't hesitate to assault Ally given the chance," he stated before looking at Ally, "so excuse me when I'd rather have you stay in the car while I deal with that asshole. I know you can take care of yourself, but I just don't want something to happen to you. If you want to take lead so bad than fine, but don't get mad at me when I worry about you getting hurt before I can prevent it." Adam sighed before he turned and walked away, heading into my house.
I watched him go before looking at Ally to see she was watching him too, "he loves you," I stated and she looked at me, furrowing her brow. "What? He does," I shrugged and she shook her head, "you should take that boy out to dinner."
"Whatever," she slightly chuckled as her cheeks turned a little red with a blush.
"You know he didn't really mean what he said."
"I know," she sighed.
"And if you're dealing with Quentin, I'd let him take lead and I'd also take Zack too," I said as we started to head for my front door and she nodded. "You should really take that boy out on a date," I said and she lightly pushed my shoulder.
"Why do keep saying that?" she chuckled.
"Because man. You care about him. He obviously cares about you so why not go out on a date with him."
"I care about you. Does that mean I should take you out on a date?"
"If you're paying for dinner, fuck yeah," I smiled and she laughed as we walked into the house, her closing the door behind us. "I'm going to go shower off all this sweat and I'll be down," I said as I started up the stairs and she nodded. She headed down the hall toward the kitchen and I headed to my room and into my bathroom. I stripped out of my shoes and my jogging clothes, tossing my visor onto the counter. I turned on my shower and hopped in, hissing at the cold temperature before it heated up a little. I was quick to wash my body, hair, and shave before getting out and wrapping a towel around myself. I stepped out of my bathroom and over to my dresser, pulling open the top drawer to grab a pair of bra and panties. I tossed them onto my bed and headed into my closet to pick out some clothes to wear.
I searched through my hung up jeans and decided on my dark blue capris that were cuffed at the bottom with a few small tears. I pulled them off the hanger and then went through my shirts, pulling my white and blueAvenged Sevenfold slim-fit tee off another hanger. I walked out of the closet and tossed them on my bed before I slipped off my towel to fully dry off. When I was done, I slipped on my bra and panties before I flipped all my hair forward and started to towel dry my hair a little more. Afterwards, I tossed my towel toward my bathroom and slipped into my capris before pulling on my shirt. "Looking good," I heard and looked up to see my best friend standing in the doorway.
I smiled, breathing out a small laugh, "shut up."
"Sorry, last time I complement you," he smiled and I shook my head, "So did you get the tickets for Warped Tour?"
"Yes, I got them in the mail on Saturday so we are all set for Friday in Long Beach. I'm so excited," I smiled widely.
"Me too, I can't wait to see Avenged Sevenfold," he smiled and I nodded as I headed into my closet to get a pair of shoes. I grabbed my sky blue low top converse and my white two row studded belt before walking back out. I tossed my shoes on my bed and grabbed some socks from my dresser before I plopped down on my bed. "Did Antonio give you a job tonight?" he asked and I glanced over at him.
"Nope," I shook my head before I started to put my socks on, "after last night, he's probably going to give me a break."
"True," he nodded, "I'll be working. Ally just asked me to help her and Adam out with Quentin."
"Yeah, I told her to ask you since that guy is a real douche. That job is what they were bickering about. Adam doesn't want her to get hurt and Ally doesn't want to feel useless," I said as I slipped on my shoes, tying the laces and then I stood up to put my belt on.
He nodded, "did you tell Abby about what happened last night?"
I sighed as I looked at him while slipping my belt through my belt loops. "I told her there were some complications, but I didn't tell her exactly how bad it was. I don't really want her to worry about me and be terrified that I won't be coming back every time I walk out the front door."
"That's the downside of your family knowing what it is you do when the sun goes down."
"I know," I nodded as I walked back over to my dresser, "but if she wasn't born into this like I was, I'd probably keep this a secret from her." I grabbed a pair of diamond stud earrings out of my jewelry box and stuck them in the first holes in my earlobes. "You ever planning on telling your parents?" I asked as I grabbed a small hoop from my jewelry box before closing it.
"Eventually," he scrunched his forehead while shifting his eyes and I chuckled.
"Well, I'll know when that day comes because your mother will most likely show up at my front door with a bat to beat my head in."
"Well in that case, I might just wait till she's on her deathbed," he said and my jaw dropped as I looked at him in disbelief with a bit of humor in my expression.
"You're terrible," I shook my head before I put the small hoop in the second hole in my left ear.
"I know, but you love me anyway," he smiled and I nodded.
"Maybe a little bit," I joked and he scoffed, placing his hand on his heart.
"Ow," he breathed out, "that's the last time I share a sandwich with someone in hopes of a strong friendship." I laughed as he stormed out of my room.
I snatched my phone off my dresser and ran out of my room to catch up with him as he was heading down the staircase across from my bedroom. I jumped on his back when he reached the bottom and he hooked his arms under my knees as we headed into the game room where we found our friends, my sister, and the dogs. Zack set me down as Derek pointed a pool cue at him while standing next to my pool table that was all set up for a game. "I will take you down, Zachary," Derek narrowed his eyes playfully.
"Ooo, them are fightin' words," Zack said before Adam tossed him a pool cue.
I shook my head at them before I walked over to the long bar which had to be the coolest thing the house came with. The previous owners had it built in, but left it when they moved out instead of having it moved to their new home. The bar was "L" shaped with a black stone countertop and an awesome fiery red swirly wave design with a backlight along the sides of the base. Beige bar chairs with black steel legs aligned the front of the bar and there were eight in total. Three flat screen TVs were mounted on the wall behind the bar above the stands that were lined with almost all types of liquor. I know I'm not twenty-one yet, but who waits to till they're of age to drink. Plus I throw a lot of barbeque parties with people twenty-one and older.
My sister looked up at me from where she stood behind the bar, pouring herself a drink from the soda gun dispenser. She smiled at me as I turned a chair to the side and climbed up, kneeling down on it. I rested my forearms on the countertop before tapping on it with a finger, "Barkeep, one sprite with ice."
She scoffed, her smile never faltering, "What do you think this is? A real bar? Pour your own fucking soda."
I gasped, playfully as my eyes widened, "language young lady." She laughed while shaking her head as I chuckled a little and she grabbed another glass, filling it with a scoop of ice.
"Look at that ass in those jeans!" Derek exclaimed just before smacking me on the ass causing me to jolt forward, "damn!"
I pivoted my upper body and playfully glared at him as he smiled, "touch my ass again, I'll kill you with that pool cue."
"Don't threaten me with a good time," he smirked while wiggling his eyebrows.
I shook my head before turning back toward my sister as she set a glass of ice filled with sprite in front of me, "what? No lime wedge? You are a terrible bartender," I joked.
She glared as I smiled, "don't push it," she warned, causing me to laugh.
"Love and thank you," I said as I picked up my soda, taking a sip.
"Love you too and you're welcome," she smiled before I sat down on the chair I was kneeling on. I glanced around at my friends as I took sips from my glass. Adam and Ally were talking calmly with one another at the end of the bar about their job. Zack and Derek were shit talking each other during their intense game of pool which made me chuckle as I watched them. The sliding glass door was wide open for the dogs and they were all outside playing with each other. It was nice to have a day to relax with no work and this was pretty much a typical day. Hanging around the house with a few close friends and my lovely little sister with the dogs running around was one of my favorite things to do. But in four short days, my sister and I will be rocking it at Warped Tour with a large handful of our friends. What a wonderful day that will be.
Notes
Job|Pajamas|Running|Normal
Antonio's Home.
Kasey's Home:
(rooms described in this chapter)
House|Entryway|Staircase|Abby's Room|Kasey's Room|Kasey's Bathroom|Kitchen|2nd Staircase|Game Room|Bar
Kasey's Car.
Kasey's Dogs:
Max|Truman|Dewey|Maya
Finally Chapter One. Sorry it took so long, but I have a lot going on with babysitting my little brother Carson and little sister Carly almost all day five to six days a week while my father and step-mom are working. Plus, my step-mom just had another baby almost three months ago so now there's Brady that I have to take care of. Thankfully my father had himself fixed so he can no longer have anymore kids seeing how he officially has 9! Brady was a complete accident, but he's so cute! LOOKIE!!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I wish I could have ended this one a little better, but I really just wanted it to be done. It took me forever to write and it didn't help that I read over it 25 times, changing little things, but it is done and I'm about 99% satisfied with it. Please let me know what you think. It's highly appreciated.
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AngelNight
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Thank you. :)
8/25/13