I remember as a young child being thrown into the foster system. I was told by my parents that I would never amount to anything. That I was a mistake,an accident that should have never come to fruition. I was told that I was someone else's problem now.
All of this and I was only 5. How could anyone tell a five year old all that stuff?
After years in foster care, I decided that I have had enough and I ran away to live on the streets. Didn't nobody want a black girl anyway. Turns out,That was the greatest decision of my life. You see, scouring the streets of Detroit is one thing, when you're 11 years old, it turns into a fight for survival. Every day I was either fighting for food or fighting to keep men away from me. Then one day, my life changed forever. I was on the corner begging for food when I met him. Everyone in Detroit knew him as Taker, one of the biggest mobsters and crime lords in the entire United States. He ran Detroit and every thing in it. He was the king of it.
He was a name that put fear in the hearts of even the most mightiest of men. The man was about as tall as a skyscraper and had tattoos up and and down his arms with jet black hair and blazing emerald eyes that seemed to pop against his pale skin. You immediately knew that this man was seriously dangerous. And yet for some reason, that didn't scare me at all.
He made eye contact with me and those hard emerald eye immediately turned soft. You could see that he was upset about a young girl being just on the street like this. He made his way towards me and my heart should have stopped in fear, but no it started beating faster like it somehow knew that I was going to have my life changed forever. He kneeled down in front of me and spoke.
"Hey there darling, I'm Mark,what your name?" I look up at him. He has a deep baritone voice with just a slight southern twang to it. "My name is Violet sir. Just Violet." He nodded his head at my answer. "How old are you Violet?" He asked me. "I'm eleven sir." I replied back. After what seemed like a multitude of questions he asked me what so many other people had asked before. "What are you doing out here by yourself Violet?Don't you have a family?"Ahh yes that age old question.
" In all honesty sir, I'm out here to survive. I don't have a family and I don't anyone to take care of me. I'm all by myself." I say with sincere honesty. His eyes go softer and I can almost see the wheels turning in his head. It was at this time that my hunger decided to make itself known as it growled ever so loudly. "Come on Violet you're coming with me. I won't let you stay out here any longer." He said as he stood up and held his hand out for me to grab. I take it and stand up. He wraps his arm around his shoulder as we start to walk down the street, and in this moment I feel myself walking away from my past.
[14 Years Later]
A groan sounds out in the dimly lit room as I look down at the bloody blonde man on the floor holding his ribs.
"I'm gonna ask you again Tyler, Where the fuck is my product?" I say with a deathly tone
"I swear to you Violet, I don't know what happened to it!" He said.
I roll my eyes and nod to my men John and Baron as they continue to stomp on Tyler's body making him cry out in pain. "Hold his hand out on the concrete" I bark at them.
John holds him still on the floor while Baron lays his hand flat on the concrete. I walk over, my red bottoms echoing in the room until I'm right in front of him. I go and step on his hand, making sure my heel is digging straight into his hand.
He starts screaming out in pain and I just roll my eyes again and aim my gun right at his temple. "SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT!" I yell at him. I sigh and count to ten to calm myself. "You see Tyler, when you play with my product, you play with my money, and when you play with my money, that's when shit gets real. So final chance, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SHIT?" I scream out.
"The Flairs have it." He wheezed out. At the mention of their name, my blood boils. The Flairs were also known as one of the biggest corporations in the south and our biggest rivals. For them to take our shit was majorly disrespectful. Best believe my father will hear about this.
"Thank you Tyler,You're Dismissed." I say before I put two bullets in his temple. I roll my eyes and sigh. "Clean this shit up." I say to the boys as they nod their heads and move to go dispose of the body.
I pull out my rose gold IPhone 7 and call up my dad, slightly disgusted that was Tyler's blood was all over my milk chocolate skin and that it has now ruined this brand new dress of mine. My father answered on the third ring.
"What is it Vi?"He asks groggily. I must have woke him up. It is 2 o'clock in the morning after all. "Those Goddamn Flairs stole our shit dad! I want you to send out Kevin,Sami, and Finn to go track their asses!" I hiss into the phone. "Yeah ok sure Vi. I'll do it in the morning. In the meantime please let me sleep. Ok?" I sigh "Yes papa. I love you get some sleep grumpy!" I say teasingly. "Love you darling,don't forget you have a meeting tomorrow." He said before hanging up.
I put my phone away and press the button for the elevator to take me upstairs into the mansion. A few seconds later and I reach the main floor of the mansion where I see John and Baron hanging out with their girlfriends Nikki and Naomi who's also my personal hairdresser and stylist in that order.
As I make my way into the room, Naomi is the first to look at me and a frown takes over her face. "Girl! I just got that dress yesterday! You ruined it already!?" "Calm down Nao, I'll have Emma clean it." I say referring to my maid and she seems to nod her approval. I turn to look at John and Baron. "Did you boys get rid of him?" I ask. "Of course we did Vi, you didn't hire us for nothing." Baron says smirking. I roll my eyes, "yeah yeah whatever. I want everyone to go get some rest. John and Baron, you two are coming with me tomorrow to the meeting with Shield Inc"I say looking at them all nodding their heads. "Good, at that note, good night everyone." I say before turning and walking up the stairs to my room.
My room reflected my personality, the walls and my bed were jet black but I had an accent color of bright red. I wasn't always a unforgiving,ruthless bitch but years of working with my father in the business made me that way. I sigh as I take off my dress and hop in the shower. I have everything in the world right at my fingertips any yet, there's always a part of me that felt empty. At first I believed it was because I wasn't successful enough and thus I worked my ass of to be able to run not only Detroit, but the entire Midwest, something not even my father could do. Now however, I realize just what I'm missing: someone to love and someone to love me back. It's hard to keep relationships when you live a life like this.
I never want to date a man who thinks that he can control me, because I would knock a nigga straight out if her tried that controlling shit with me. No, I just want to find the right man who can relate to me.
Problem is there's no one like that out here.
I finish my shower and put on my tank top and shorts and climb into my luxurious California king bed. Tomorrow is another day, and hopefully, this meeting goes by smoothly. Wouldn't want to kill someone now.
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