I deleted my latest story and I will continue this story, really. Just came across the fact of how girls are being treated by some and got an inspiration to write this story. Girls out there, there is a lot of kidnapping going on around the world, maybe not for the same reason as this story, but I want to warn you all to take care of yourselves and not be alone during night time especially. You have to take life seriously and also take precautions accordingly. So here goes...

In the life of a criminal

Summary: It's not easy, no. Living the life of a person who works for someone who uses girls to earn money, but I didn't have a choice. If only I did... Fax Niggy

Chapter 1

"Fang, you have to go get the group being shipped today." I nodded, walking off to do the job my boss had given me.

I loaded my gun and tucked it in the front of my pants, before driving to the harbour with a few other guys, to collect the girls that are being exported to Detroit from various parts of the world.

You might be wondering what the heck I was on about, but unfortunately for both of us, you heard/read right. I worked for a criminal who kidnapped chicks from different parts of the world and sold them off to sick people, who wanted slaves. But heck, he got a lot of money.

I did not want to get into this job, but seeing as my boss, Grane, practically raised me when he found me on the streets, an orphan child, I had to work for him. My best friend, Iggy, had also been put into the same hell as me, as he was with me on the streets. Yes, we had practically grown up together and suddenly, a bushfire occurred and our street had burnt down killing both our families but us as we had been playing outside.

I sighed and looked at all the captured girls. Every one of them was crying or sobbing, except this one girl. She had mocha skin and big brown eyes. She was pretty, alas; her fate had brought to this hell that she had to endure. She wasn't crying though. She looked dead, like she had given up on everything and is just going to let her life lead the way. I saw Iggy looking at the same girl, eyes softening. I sighed, he was the soft one.

We took them to Grane and left to go to the room that Iggy and I shared. We were inseparable and were always together, through tough time and also fun times, thought that didn't occur very often.

"Did you see her?" Iggy asked me.

"The mocha skin?" I replied, to which he nodded. "Yeah, I did."

"Dude, why are we even doing this?"Iggy asked irritably, punching his pillow. Let me tell you, this is the millionth time we are having this conversation.

"Because, Ig, we don't have a choice. Now sleep. We'll go out tomorrow and clear our minds." I said, even though we both knew we won't be able to sleep. That girl's face had haunted us. So dead...

"Yeah. Night Fang"

"Night"