a/n: omg guys so I've been wanting to do a story like this for quite sometime and now I finally! Did! It! So show support because this story really will good I promise you that now without further a due I give you the gangster game. If you don't get shepard's hair cut here's a link of what it looks like . ?9960a5&9960a5 do you like? Or no?
Shepard's hair was an undercut with lots of curly, thick long hair on top. The bloody red color making it seem like fire in the light.
Shepard's eyes were as green as the leaves you would only find in the summer and as bright as a rare emerald.
Her teeth were as white as a dove and as straight as a ruler.
Her lips were as soft and as smooth as silk, as pink as gerbera daisy and plump like strawberries.
She had this look in her eyes that said I don't give a shit, I'll kill you without hesitation and don't fuck with me. It frightened most people and it wasn't just the look it was the way she walk, talked it was her whole demeanor.
But that's not the worst of it. Her farther, avinché Shepard was a…no. The gangster that no one dared to fuck with.
Everyone usually kept there distance from the twenty one year old assuming that she was just like her farther. A cold hearted psychopath. And maybe she was, but that's what people turned her into.
One day after she was about to end her life because she had nothing to live for, her mother died. Shepard found out that her mother was shot repeatedly in the head, it was a closed casket service of course so she never got to see her mother to say goodbye. She also found out that it was her father who killed her mother or in the least one of his men because she was about to blab to the cops about an operation that shepard's father was planning.
After that day at the funeral Shepard devoted her life to the nypd New York police department, without her father knowing, to bring down her scumbag father and there was only one way to do that.
"Dad." Shepard whispered, "I want to join the family…business."
The man looked up at his daughter coldly. The two stared blankly at each other, neither being able to stare each other down.
He smirked, "You wanna join the business, huh? What makes you think you got what it takes?"
Shepard shrugged. "I'm yours aren't i?"
He gave a little laugh, "that's what your mother use to say."
Use to. Maybe she would still say that if you hadn't killed her you twisted fuck!
Shepard rubbed the nape of her neck, "Yeah. She did." She gave a dry laugh in a attempt to not sound suspicious.
The door was kicked opened in a fuss. Three men came bursting through, two of them restraining a man who was struggling against the other men hold.
"Fuck all of you!" The man screeched.
Now the man on the right was garrus Varkarian, people called him Garry and archangel on the count of well…who knew? "Yeah. Yeah. Keep that mouth open so I can put a bullet through it." He snarled.
The man on the left was Kaidan alenko otherwise known as p.b. which pretty boy, man that boy was pretty. "We gotta'em boss!" He shouted proudly.
Avinché shook his head, "Didn't I tell you I would find you? Morris?"
Morris-apperently- laughed. "What are you gonna do avinché? Huh? Wait until someone catches up with you. Either it be the nypd or the goddamn reapers! I heard stories about that gang! They're crazy! You're all gonna die!"
Avinché just smiled as he pulled out an old western styled silver revolver, "I'm gonna ask you this Morris, who do'a work for?" He place the barrel to the quivering mans forehead still smiling like the goddamn manic he was.
Morris spat all over the mobsters face."Go to hell."
"See ya there." Avinché pulled the trigger sending the mans brain and blood every where including his face Kaidan and garrus's.
"Get this shit cleaned up. Along with him, chop him up and feed him to the dogs."
"Yessir!" The two said a union as the dragged the corpse out the room.
Avinché turned back to his surprisingly unfazed daughter.
He smiled at her with a little blood and brain had gotten into his mouth when he shot the man in his teeth. "Welcome to the business."