"Now why would Big Daddy want you dead." I mumbled to myself as I followed the man into the alley. It was obvious he spotted me and was probably thinking I wanted the D or something. That was the plan; dress like a skimpy girl and find the target, follow him and do the business. I turned into the alley and saw him at the back of the dead end. He charged towards me, knife in hand. I easily deflected it and pulled out my gun. I knocked it off the back of his head and kneed him in the gut. I rammed the butt of the gun against his tail bone, causing him to crumple to the ground and he lay there. I stepped on his chest with my left combat boot, the only thing I refused to take off and switch for something girly. I got a clear view of his face and it was obvious that he was a drug addict. The sharpened knife showed that this wasn't the first time he killed since it was also rusty. I bent down, my foot still pushing against his chest. "I can definitely see why he want's you dead."

"Please! I didn't do anything to anyone! I- I have to live! People need me!" He cried out.

"Lovely lines, there." I harshly whispered. "Must have been often you heard those words." And I backed off but my foot pressed harder on his chest causing him to wheeze.

"No! Are you the police? Am I being arrested?"

"Of course not." My mouth quirked to the side in a snarky smile. "The police would let you live." I took off my avaitors showing him the dark irises of my contacts, winked and I shot him twice in the heart. I blew out the smoke and whispered to the dead body, "Don't cross into Mafia territory next time. Buh-Bye, Baby." and I fired again, right through his head.

You may be confused since a lot of people are. I'm not a kick-ass prostitute. I'm not some 'Sugar Daddy's' girl and I am defiantly not a girlfriend of a member of the Mafia. I am part of the Mafia and was raised by them. I'm 20 years old now and my name is Violet Bell. Big Daddy runs the entire show and everyone calls him Big Daddy but I'm the only one can call him 'Father' because he is just that to me. I'm his daughter though I have no idea who my mother was, but I do know that my father loved her and was quite fond of her. He says he's cold to the bone now, but I could see it still hurts him. I walked into the bar where men in suits are chatting amongst themselves and drinking shots, beer, liquor and anything that can intoxicate you. Some had their guns by them on the tables while others kept them hidden in their pockets. As I walked through the crowd, towards the bar, I heard one of the men yell, "Look! It's little Vie lookin' all girly." I smiled at Joe who had a women sitting in his lap. She was wearing a red dress that wrapped around her and she giggled at his remark. By the looks of it, she was drunk and that pretty little dress was going to be on Joe's bedroom floor in less than two hours.

"Careful there, Joe. I may have to shoot you if you keep flirting with me and not your little lady." And I curtsied causing the men to laugh.

"There's the Blue Bell we know and love." Said one of the men amongst the crowd and they continued in their own conversations. I sat at the bar and asked the barmaid for something that wasn't drugged. She gave me a coke in a glass and I smiled at her.

"What's the matter, Violet? Target not exciting enough for you?" Flo, the bar maid, asked.

"No. He was a drug case and you know how those are, Flo." She gave me a reassuring nod.

"Yeah, That's why I don't do baiting anymore. I just stick to making drinks." Flo said as she wiped a glass.

"Uh-huh. But he was also a killer."

"I see. So that's a good thing. Having your first killer case is always worth celebrating."

"But it was different. I don't know... I guess it was the fact that he was guilty or deserve it. I- It's hard enough to take a life once a week but a killer's life? That's something for the police."

"Honey, we are the police. 'Round this parts, we do the law enforcing because," She raised her voice to a yell, "We are the law!" A round of hoots, hollers and cheering came from the men and the occasional gun fire at the ceiling. "Calm yourselves, boys! We don't want to bring the roof onto ourselves."

I laughed at her enthusiasm. Flo was my only female friend and there was a damn good reason too. Around these parts, the girls are the damsels and nothing else. They want the boys to protect them and they think that's that best thing a Mafia boy could do. I agree with them but they are so distressful and more limpy than a steamed noodle. For God's sakes! Can they grow some muscle? Flo was the only other woman who used to help Big Daddy with his 'jobs' but gave it up when she said, and I quote, "Got bored getting all the suckers out there.". So she resorted to making drinks, since she already loved to.

A man walked in with a duffel bag, wearing a black t-shirt and skinny jeans. Sometimes we'd have a poor soul walk in, unknowing of the place and the people, and order a drink. Flo would start to pour the drink and then proceed to shoot the wall to signal the his drink was ready. No one would kill the poor guy, just scare him to death. It was all good fun until Big Daddy showed up. That's when the real fun starts; Raids, Mass attacks and the occasional birthdays.

Anyways, the poor soul walked in and I was shocked. It wasn't the fact that he walked in so oblivious but it was the fact that he was young. He looked around his early 20's and maybe it was also the fact that he was attractive. But above it all it was his accent; British. Very British. He walk in kind of looking around for something but then headed to the bar, toward the seat beside me.

"Hello, there." He said to Flo who gave him a smile that showed the amusement she was feeling. "Do you have a phone around here?"

"'Course we do, son. Would you like a drink while I get the phone?" Flo winked at me giving me the sign.

"I'd love that. Just a coke will do." he said.

"Actually," I interrupted, "How about I buy you your drink." I said, taking of my glasses. I looked at the guy and Flo raised an eyebrow. This was our secret code, just to give the guy a break if it was my call.

"On the house, then. You lucky boy." Flo said as she sauntered off to get the drink.

The guy looked at me with brown eyes. "You didn't have to do that." He said smiling.

"Of course I did. New York hospitality, right?" I smiled back.

"Thank you. I'm Dan, by the way."

"Dan, that's a nice name. I'm Violet."

Just as I said it, one of the boys, Mathew, came up to me and said, "Hey there, darling. Don't you think your pop's not going to like it when he see's you flirting in his bar?" He slid his arm around my shoulder as if to say, "She's mine, little boy. She's off limits."

"But Father isn't here, is he? That means until he comes back, this is my bar." I took his hand off of my shoulder and dropped it. "So I get to talk to who. Ever. I. Want." I said turning to look at Dan as Matt slithered off to get more boozed up. "So what is a guy of your type doing in New York, specifically these parts of New York. It's not necessarily a tourist attraction." I could hear one of the boys cocking a gun and I flipped them the middle finger behind my back so Dan couldn't see.

"Yeah, I'm from London, England. Me and my friend came down here for a quick vacation but I can't find him. We said we'd meet up at Times Square but I bet he got drunk with one of my other friends so I want to call him and pick him up."

Flo came up and gave him his coke and the phone. He called his friend and then hung up after a quick conversation.

"He's not drunk. Thank the Lord." He laughed.

Flo then said, "Your welcome." and sauntered off.

"Ignore Flo, she's a little bit..." I circled my index finger around my temple.

Flo being Flo obviously hear that and with her back facing me yelled, "I will cut off that trigger- pulling finger and I will use it to mix my drinks, you sheltered, little virgin, slut."

"She isn't kidding." I whispered to Dan.

"About what? The finger cutting or your virginity." He whispered back and I blushed wildly. I was stunned, I hadn't blushed in... I hadn't blushed at all.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." I said, leaning closer. I could see the feeling behind his warm brown eyes against my hard, black contact covered eyes. If he was drunk he would have leaned in for a kiss but I knew better. I leaned back quickly and took a swing of one of the boys beers that were sitting on the bar. "You better find that friend of yours, before something crazy happens to him. It is New York, right?"

"Oh, uh. Yeah I should." He took a napkin and a pen and scribbled something onto it. He handed it to me. "This is my phone number. My phone is currently dead but if you, uh, want to call, um, tomorrow, or, like, whenever... Call me." I took the napkin and smiled at him.

"I'll defiantly try." I said flashing him one of my trademark innocent smiles.

"Great. Um, I should go now." He said, getting his dufflebag from the seat beside it.

"You should. I hope to see you soon."

"Same. Bye Violet."

"Bye, Dan." I said and he left the bar and walked out the door.

Suddenly all the boys started, gradually getting louder, saying, "OooooOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" I shot them a look.

"What did I do!?" I asked profoundly.

"Violet, likes a boy!" Said one of the men.

Flo leaned on the bar and said, "Oh, Honey, he is some fine British crumpet that I'd love to take a bite out of."

The men started to laugh and joke around saying stuff like, "Violet's got a thing for the Queen's men!" and, "I bet Violet would love to sip his tea."

"Oh would you all shut up!" I yelled above the noise. I looked at the bar's door, sort of wishing he'd come back.

"You know you can't call him, right? I mean, your Mafia material and he's..." Flo was saying, while waving her hand towards the door he left through.

"I know." I said, cutting her off. "But it was nice to feel like a normal girl, for once." I whispered to her.

Normal.

I would have loved that. A normal, teenage life. I'd always wanted one and I never did. I hadn't even had my first kiss, let alone boyfriend. When your Big Daddy's daughter, no man would want to be near you.

I stuffed the napkin in my pocket and softly smiled. "So kill me," I said. "I kind of like the guy."

I was pretty sure someone would at least try to kill me but, just this once, the family let me have my moment.

**One Year Later ***

"Everyone get down!" The police and the SWAT team had crashed through the bar doors and began to shoot every man in sight. We all reached for our guns but they were all gone. We were weaponless. The men tried to punch the nearest cops but died. Big Daddy, Matt, Joe, David, Camron,Devin, and most of the men were laying motionless. I was still sitting on the bar stool. It was like I was glued down to it, frozen in place. One of the cops in a helmet shot Flo through the head. I screamed in a shrill voice, "Flo!" But she couldn't hear me, she was dead. I started to cry madly, "Daddy! Help! Please! Daddy, Father! HELP!" But he couldn't because he was dead. I looked at the man who shot Flo, he took off his helmet to reveal his dark brown hair and his chocolate brown eyes. It was Dan. He looked at me and aimed his gun towards me, smiling the same smile from the night at the bar.

"Call me." He said. And then shot me.

I shot out of bed. My throat felt dry so I must have been screaming in my sleep again. I turned on my dark purple lamp by my bed, which illuminated half the room. I walked into the bathroom that was attached to my room and flicked the lights on. Refusing to look at my reflection, I washed my face, as if I was washing away the dream. But I wasn't. The dream would return constantly. Once every week on average and every time I it would end the same. That Dan kid, saying, "Call me." and then killing me. I looked at my reflection, black hair, fair skin and violet eyes. I had adopted the Alexandria gene from my mother and she decided to call my Violet so my eyes could be my own namesake. I may not have know my mother for a long time, but it was the most fucking stupid idea ever. Don't get me wrong, I like my name, but it's just fucked up when someone asks me, "Why is that my name?" to answer with "My Mom though it was cool to name me after my eyes.". It's just something you don't really like to say out loud.

On the side of the sink, there lay my colored contacts. Ever since I started to work in the gang, I had to put the contacts on so no one could point out my unusual iris color. I took the contacts out of their case and put them in. I stared at my reflection again, debating weather or not I should go out for a run. I checked the clock that hung on the bathroom wall; 2 am. Yeah, it was too late. I took out my contacts and slipped into bed once more. I thought about the dream and the Dan kid. I rolled to my side, facing my nightstand, pulled open the top drawer and took out a napkin. On the napkin it said, Call me. Dan. And then his phone number. Why was he stuck in my head? I was never going to see him again. I was never going to call him. I never could. But I did try. But then the buildings power was cut. Fucking fantastic timing, right? I needed to accept that I would never be normal. I couldn't have a normal life, or a normal friend. Or even a normal family. It was all... anti-normal. I was gun waiting to go off and I had to accept it. I had to accept a lot of things. I had to accept that the next day I would have to go to London. I had to accept that I never knew how mom died. I had to accept that once my dad died, I took over the gang. In the morning, a lot would happen.