Summary: After awakening from a near-fatal accident, Masha finds herself both in New York and in the middle of a full scale mafia war. There is no one you can trust. No one is expected to help you. Welcome to the Mafia!

Ashj: I is baaaaccccckkkkkkk! -groans and stretches arms-

Masha: What the hell is this shit! -points to summary-

Ashj: Sorry, I'm not good at summaries

Masha: I can tell. -.-

Ashj: Quickly Masha! The disclaimer!

Masha: Naomirannah and her ridiculous user name does not own Luck Gandor, the year 2003, the Ford Focus, New York, or any of Bacanno's character, however, she does own me. GOD HELP ME!

Ashj: NOW READ! -slaps a hand over the mouth of a struggling Masha

Prologue

New York, The Big Apple, The City That Never Sleeps, and her father's state of birth. Masha Johnson wouldn't have believed that she would move there prior to her two year crime spree. She had always thought that she would be content over there in California, living her life by working a low wage job at a convenience store and residing in a dank apartment in a shady neighborhood.

At that was the way she thought before her older sister got married to some shady looking Russian named Aleksander. He always seemed to wear a pair of tinted orange glasses and have a cigarette in hand. Despite meeting the rest of her family, oddly, he zoned in on her at once, screw the other relatives. He kept bugging her, trying to get to know her, and they got along fine. Three years ago, one year after her marriage, he gave her a job proposal, and she jumped at it like a hyena to fresh kill.

She never trusted that man, in fact she more had this irking suspicion that he was down I something dirty, like crime dirty. Well, dammit, she was right all along. It started off with simple errands, delivering messages and running packages then later escalated to recruiting, arson, blackmailing, etc.. She never killed anyone, oh no, never. Her sister put in that much for her.

That's right, she knew what was going on, what kind of dirty, filthy, violent shit her husband had gotten her little sister into… and she was fine with it. Masha was so sure that she had never experienced something so exciting in the whole 17 years that she lived.

Then of course, shit hits the fan just when something's getting good, like always. Her sister died in some sort of accident followed shortly by Aleksander's disappearance, putting her on the spot as her groups new 'leader'. Problem was, Masha's mental state was in shambles. Fuck man, her sister's dead. And not only was she dead but she left a three-year-old named Katja in her hands.

Now that wasn't so bad… except for the fact that young Miss Katja thought that she, Masha, was her mother! Really? Not much of a shocker actually, despite their seven year difference, the two of them practically looked like twins.

So, here she was, alone, taking care of a confused three-year-old, single handedly leading largely wanted gang, oh, and not to mention she was still in high school. Sounds Grand doesn't it?

So one day, it was made so very apparent that her sister never taught her child it's not safe to play in the street. There was Katji, the cute lil devil, playing with a ball in the middle of the street, when some fucking Ford Focus comes screaming around the corner at oh say, 70 fucking mph, going right at the cute lil devil. Now if you're asking me why she would let her three year old niece play in the middle of the street, they lived in a cul-de-sac and there have been no records of any car, namely Ford Focus's, that have ever come screaming around a corning and rammed into poor your defenseless girls.

Right so, next thing she knew, she was propelling her cute lil niece off to the side as a fucking Ford Focus rammed straight on into her. The windshield shattered, she went flying onto the hood, and her back just so happened to meet said pieces of glass. Ow. And then she slid of when the damn car just so happened to skid to a halt, onto her back.

She attempted to blink the stars out of her eyes unsuccessfully and they got larger and larger, listing to the screams of her niece become quieter and quieter, and watched as the puddle of blood under her get bigger and bigger. That blood was the last thing she ever saw for the next two years.

Ashj: Finished! =D

Masha: Read and Review please, we adore criticism, but not flamers

Ashj: yes actually, i am not looking for any critique on my character's seeing as I've had bad luck and gotten people who apparently can't wait for any character development. Though i would appreciate it is this was getting a tad bit corny, warn me and I'll shoot my editor. As for the writing style, the 'seeming like your having a bot of a chit-chat with the reader' i think is nice, i don't want this story to seem too stiff, ya'know? There will be dialogue in the next chapter and some Luck-ness.

Masha: SAVE ME!