I felt a hand wrap around me and roughly pull me away from the weak pile of shit that was at my feet.
> I cut him off with a wave of my hand after breaking away from Will, my brother's right hand man.
> His broken whisper didn't break the cold exterior I was trained to have. Instead, I scowled and turned my attention to Danny.
> Turning around, I began walking down the alleyway, a path I knew all too well.
> I whispered, my body shaking as I finally managed to stand back up.
By now, my platform heels were bringing my feet an unbelievable amount of pain, but it was one that I was used to.
The revealing outfits, the high heels, and luring men to their deaths, that's what I grew up doing. This is what I know; it's the life I live.
But it wasn't something I chose. No, I didn't decide that I wanted this.
I was born into this.
Growing up in a gang was far from easy, especially when it's one of the most feared gangs in London. The lifestyle was far from something I wanted, but I had to adapt.
Now, I'm not some weak girl, who can't handle blood and gore like Will constantly teases me about. But I can never find it in myself to watch the people get shot, to watch their life end. No, no, I can only go as far as to bring them outside, rough them up a bit, then walk away like nothing happened.
Being a part of 'London's Eyes' my whole life, I only started working when I turned fifteen. At the age of seventeen, I am still the baiter of the gang, so I really wasn't kidding when I said that I lure men out to their deaths.
There was only one gang that was above us in rankings. It was run by a man who should still be considered a boy, if not for the fact that he truly was the most feared man in London. His gang was known for being extremely violent and merciless, and for basically running London.
They were known as the 'Kings'.
I shook my head to rid myself of thought of them, almost as if one of the Kings would pop out at me just because I was thinking about the gang.
Evie, focus, get home now.
My legs were shaking as I continued to walk through the empty, dimly lit streets. I knew that I looked like your cliché about to be attacked kind of girl, the one you would find dead in a trash bin the next day, with my makeup smeared and my trashy outfit completing the whole look.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, I pulled off my heels and began walking barefoot. I knew how to get home using the back streets of London, ones that were strategically picked so that I would rarely run into anyone. Which was something that never happened, until tonight.
The sound of a passing car caught my attention, and the gleam of the headlights coming from behind me told me that it was coming closer and closer by the second. Brushing it off as just a family returning from a trip of some sort, I didn't think anything of it.
> Any normal girl would have frozen over with fear and take off sprinting in hopes to escape.
Only, I'm not any normal girl.
my brother snapped from the front seat, his eyes hard and cold.
> I mumbled resting my head against Nate's shoulder.
> I snapped, sitting upright this time. >