Sound track 1: Nick Cave The Bad Seeds) Red Right Hand

In this world, money doesn't come easy. It's either make it or take it. The Munoz crime family was a business I was born into 18 years ago by my mother, who had died giving birth to me. My father, who was the most powerful crime boss in New York at the time, had created a company to cover the mess he had created with other families to protect his own. The Night Crawlers. I know right, ironic name. But that's what he called it. And so Night crawlers Inc. was created, the company planned races and silently (problematically) dealed weapons and to cover that up, pretended to sell alcohol. For the next few years, my older brother Eric and I lived under his guidance as an accountants and after, life went along. Eric was sent off to Britain as the company branched out more and became bigger to handle the Britain branch, and I was left here, with my father who managed the main branch in New York.

Until he got killed in the middle of our family house. I suspected one of the crime bosses from the area had sent someone to kill him, but the police just suspected he killed himself. Stupid, they probably got payed off.

Anyways, unknowingly, my father set up a will that had put everything in detail, bit by bit. What was the most shocking thing on it though, was the fact that he chose me, a 14-year old female, to be the new crime boss and head the company and family name. That, angered my older brother who thought it was very unfair that the "female" and youngest in the family was set to control everything. I did think so too, but I had to lead them. And so for the next four years, I managed to run the company, having to stop going to school. At that, I had to grow up quickly as I made deals from left to right and had to handle the weight of the job. That was until, my father's will stated something else. The company was to move to Britain when I turned 17. I supposed since my mother's side of the family was here, but didn't want to do anything about me due to the "crime boss" title. Either way, I made the decisions to pack up and leave, migrating all the workers over there with all the equipment and such, a process that lastly took a year. And now, here I was, a 18-year old New York born Spanish-American crime boss arriving in the new country of Britain.

I stepped out of the large steam train, a breeze running through my shoulder-length black hair and my hand gripping the suitcase I held. My brown eyes looking everything over. I looked around the train station in which was crowded by people of this nation.

United Kingdom huh. The last time I visited was two years ago. What changed? I rolled my shoulders as I made my way out of the station. Sleeping on a train wasn't as comfortable as you think. I felt stares run down my back as I strolled through the various crowds.

Wow, people really liked to be proper around here... Or was it just me. Or probably my clothing.

I looked down at my self, a black button up with a grey suit vest and some normal pants and shoes. Being a crime boss had many down falls as over the years, to get my point across to the other bosses or gangs, I had to look more intimidating being a whole female thing and plus, the clothes were very comfortable to wear. But in this dangerous world, sometimes I had to have others address me as Alan to come off as male. From a distance, I saw a hand wave me over and recognizing the tall, bulky person, I laughed. I walked over to the tanned man who dawned brown hair with kind green eyes.

"Uncle Andre!" I exclaimed, as I went to give him a hug in his open arms."Aw, look at my little butterfly! Already so grown!" He chuckled out, padding my back as I let go.

"You know why I'm here." I stated. He nodded "Indeed I do."

He led me to my car that I'd left a few years back. Ah my old black Austin Twenty. "Still has the motor I put in?" I asked, getting inside with my suitcase .

"Hasn't been touched in years." He said as we drove down multiple streets.

I looked out the window, watching many unfamiliar faces pass by "So, how's the business here? How does Eric feel about it?"

"Well, I think you should go confront him. He's trying to make business here with the Peaky Blinders. Selling guns and allowing race access."

"Excuse me?" I said as I turned serious "Eric is selling guns and race access?"

Andre nodded "Tried for the past year.."

I cursed under my breath "No one is supose to do gun deals besides myself and those who I ask to do it. And race access? That's for the Race committee to schedule, not him. And who the fuck are the Peaky Blinders?"

"They were a strong ally of your fathers' before he died but they disappeared. After a while they suddenly appeared again. But on the offense.a"

"I wonder why..."

"I wouldn't know, but all I know is that they got Alfie on their side."

"Alfie? They actually got Alfie to side with them?"

"Yeah. Alana, you have to be careful around here. Since you permanently moved here, you'll be considered the strongest ally, you may have enemies along the way."

"I've figured Uncle, life in New York has always been the dead or alive situation, I know how it works. And I'll ram through my enemies if I have to."

Andre chuckled as he stopped the car "I always figured why my brother chose you."

I got out of the vehicle to see the enormous warehouse. My new headquarters.

"Plus, New York was much more worse than here."

"You may be right about that Alana."

I hauled my luggage through the door that Andre opened and went through. The rush of familiar faces then came to me, calming my nerves down.

People surprisingly already had started working setting everything up as a side of the warehouse was focused on managing money and planning Horse racing events, organizing every file and desk and the other was focused on importing guns out of the country and throughout Britain, setting all the maps on chalk boards up.

I set all my things down as I cracked my knuckled "GOOD MORNING NIGHT CRAWLERS!" I yelled out, the workers that consisted of female and male, all turned.

"I KNOW THE CONCERN ALL OF YOU HAVE WITH YOUR LIVING ESTATES, WE'VE SET UP A LIVING SPACE FOR EACH OF YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES."

I put my suit case down and opened it, revealing it to be full of keys with paperslips with names attached.

"I really appriciated all of you for making this big move from a small company to a big one. MAY THE NIGHT CRAWLERS MOVE FORWARD!" I yelled out, raising a fist up. Everyone cheered and clapped. After everyone settled down, I walked up the metalic steps that led to a small office that I had already setup when I visited. And so I entered and sat in my wooden seat. I exhaled.

I have to talk to Eric. Immediately, I sighed and clenched the bridge of my nose with my fingers.

"Okay..Set everything back to how it was suppose to be.."

I opened my desk drawer and took out my bronze brass knuckles.

...What? Dire time calls.

I stuffed them the pockets of my pants and looked out the window that was beside me.

So.. Eric and I are going to have some.. family time.

And who the fuck are these Peaky Blinders?...