Entrance
I was there the day that confused gender blond walked in. It was a sad sight really, but the fact that he could find my hideout let alone get into it without getting shot was something I've never seen before. He looked a year or two younger than I. His blue eyes were a strange mix of fear, regret and determination. As soon as his sneaker crossed the threshold my men jumped him and pinned his arms behind his back. Then to my surprise, he still didn't utter a sound.
"What should we do with him?" My lead man asked.
"You," I looked at the boy. "First of all how were you able to find and get into my base? Then why would a lowlife like you would dare to enter here?"
"I wish to speak with the mafia boss." He said simply.
"What business could you possibly have with me?" I asked harshly.
"You? But you're a-"
"Female?" I finished, interrupting him. "Yes I am female. Do you have a problem?"
His eyes were staring at the ground for my men refused to let him look up at me after he walked in the room. They knew my protocol. He struggled to get a look at me. I was sitting on a large amp in the middle of the main room. This eventually proved too hard for him and his neck muscles went limp again.
"It isn't a problem. I wish to ask you if I could join your mafia." He replied emotionless.
"You? A runt? Join MY mafia?" I laughed and at that moment he pulled from my goon, Ron, pulled out a pistol and pointed at me point blank.
"Would a runt be able to get into this crap building and be able to point a gun at their so called leader?" At this point I looked very closely at him, his nostrils flared and his breath was ragged. He was dressed in a black and white striped long sleeve shirt with a pair of faded jeans and worn out black sneakers. It looked like he was broke. I glared at him.
"Go ahead, pull the trigger. I dare you." I said expressionless. His eyes widened but he did not move. "You may not be a runt after all but you sure are stupid. I mean, going all this way, getting in here to just threaten the leader you want to appease. If you would have killed me, Ron would have killed you and then you would have died a rat. Your anger will be your downfall."
He looked almost surprised, like I caught a part of him he forgot existed. He put his pistol back in his back pocket. He gave me a long hard look before he spoke. "Fine, then tell me what I need to do." His eyes shown defeat.
"Ron," the goon looked at me awaiting his order. "take this boy to the holding room and lock him up. As for you boy," He looked at me "that's where you will sit until I figure out what to do with you. You are too valuable to dispose of but too temperamental to keep." He snarled but didn't say anything.
"Wait," The boy said before Ron drug him away. "Can I at least know your name? I mean names are pointless but I at least know I should be more of a gentle man than calling you bitch." He flashed a cocky smile.
"I am Raven and you may address me as such." I say sternly
"Raven huh? I like bitch better." He grinned, before I reply he says "I'm Mello." Then walked away in the direction Ron was taking him. Ron stumbled to catch up.
"Mello…. Mello my ass!" I muttered.
I decide it's time to crawl into bed. I should be used to get a gun pointed to my head but I'm still exhausted after every time it happens. I jumped off the amp and head to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. Sigh, I'm still the same person. With my long black hair that reaches halfway down my back and no amount of hair products will get it to curl. Just the way I like it. My eyes are dull with sleep but they're so dark, they're almost black. My face is pale and is only marked with black eyeliner I forget to put on half the time. With goons around I really don't need to look all that attractive. I pull off my black leather pants and jacket. Then my deep purple shirt comes off too. I slide into my royal purple silk pajamas. I crawled into bed and try to fall asleep. I decide I'm going to make a late night visit to that brat Mello.