"Grey!" His voice boomed through the house, I dropped the shirt back into the box as I rolled my eyes. "Don't make me call you again!" I walked out of my new room and headed downstairs.

"What?" I asked lazily as I walked into the living room. "Kinda trying to get settled in here."

"Lose the smart mouth before I make you," Damon said sharply and took another hit of his blunt. "I need you to make a drop."

"I got my first day of school tomorrow, I don't need hickeys on my body," I said as I shrugged. "Trying to keep the bad ass image, not whore." He walked to me and grabbed my jaw, I narrowed my eyes at his.

"You take what you're given," he said through his teeth and blew the smoke in my face. "You are a whore." With that, he let go and I moved my jaw.

"Not of free will," I shot back making him give me a sharp look. "I do get pleasure and free weed so, why should I complain?" He pushed me back and I chuckled.

"Get out of my face," he demanded and I rolled my eyes in reply.

"Whatever you wish, daddy," I said only to earn a cold look from my so called father. I smirked and turned to walk upstairs, I walked into my room and kicked a box. I wish I had a fairy godmother for this shit.

I finished unpacking and putting everything where it belonged. I was decorating my room when my door suddenly opened. I turned to look at Kieran.

"Get dressed, Grey," he demanded as he tossed my knife on the bed. "We have to get riding."

"Not tonight," I said lazily. "I just had an 12 hour ride and I'm tired."

"If your ass isn't downstairs in 10 minutes, it's mine," he snapped back, walking out and slamming the door behind him. I sucked my teeth and let out an angry breath as I went to my closet for clothes.

I straightened my long black hair, then topped it off with MAC makeup. I picked my Goddess necklace up from the vanity, and hooked it around my neck.

I walked over and slipped on my black heels.

"Grey!" Damon yelled and I rolled my eyes, I bit my tongue and snatched up my phone. I headed downstairs as I looked in my iPhone 7 screen fixing my bright red lipstick. "Stop primping and bring your ass."

"A Queen is never late, everyone else is simply early," I quoted, which only earned me a slight push from Kieran.

"Just get in the car," he said with a chuckle, I smirked and walked out to see the Mercedes in the yard.

I got in the back and shut the door, Damon got in the drivers side and Kieran got in the passenger. Damon pulled out and I checked my makeup once more.

"Do we need to make a run-through?" Kieran asked, I rolled my eyes followed by a scoff.

"My name is Greyson Love, I'm known in this business," I simply replied, I sat up straighter in my seat. "I'm the Queen around here and well I have a target on back. Yet, I don't care."

"Sit back and shut up," Damon said, making me look at him.

"Ask a little nicer and I might actually listen," I said through my teeth, he reached down and flashed his gun.

"I will ruin your white pants," he replied through gritted teeth, I grumbled as I sat back.

I was scrolling through Instagram when I felt the car jerk to a stop. Damn, was that really necessary? I clicked my phone off and tucked it away in my back pocket, I stepped out from the car and shut the door behind me.

"Damn mud," I grumbled, I walked around the muddy area and followed the driveway up to the house. As soon as I stepped over the threshold, the pleasant smell of weed filled my nose.

I bit down on my lip as a smirk snuck up on my face, I walked in further as I made sure to take in the scenery.

I stepped down into the living room where two guys sat on the couch, they were too busy counting stacks of money to notice me.

I strolled over to where the money was stacked, I leaned over and snatched up a few bills from one of the stacks.

"Mama needs a shopping spree," I said to myself, I shifted through the money counting the bills. It was suddenly snatched from my hands, my head shot up to see a man standing in front of me. "You're writing a death wish touching any money in my hands."

"Feisty one," he replied calmly, with a smirk playing at his lips. I took a step forward, our chest barely touching. I stared into his plain brown eyes as I took some bills from his hands.

I didn't break eye contact as I stuffed them away in my bra, I turned away from him.

"Smart choice not fighting back," I sighed, I pivoted on my heel to face him again. "I'm what they call, selfish." I tipped my head back with a laugh. "And self conceited, but that's irrelevant."

"We run a strict business here, mama," he said, ignoring my comment. "It's not all fun and games." He reached down, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up, flashing his gun.

I only replied with a laugh as I reached behind my back, pulling my gun out.

"When I shoot, I don't miss," I chuckled. "Hence the tally marks, I'm trying to reach thirty, but you take what you can get."

"You're not what I expected," he shot at me, but I only smiled and waved my hand that held my gun.

"Stop, you're making me blush," I sniggered in response, I tucked my gun back away and crossed my arms.

"Cobra is what they call me," he attempted to change the subject, his eyes moved to my necklace. "Goddess?"

"If the shoe fits," I replied with a lazy shrug, I held out my arm flashing one of my many tattoos. Non Desistas, Non Exieris. "Never give up, never surrender."

"Yeah, keep those words in your head when you're being tortured for the truth," he retorted, but I only laughed in his face.

"Please, I can satisfy a man and break him at the same time," I shot back, I could tell he wasn't enjoying my attitude, but I didn't give a fuck. "You can speak." I watched as his lip twitched, but he bit back his words.

"We'll have your back as if you're blood to us, family more like it," he replied strained, I bit back the smile threatening to spread across my face. "I'm pretty sure you know what happens if you betray family, it's not pretty. When I tell you to shoot, you shoot. When I need you to make a play, you do it. I'm your daddy."

"Daddy kink, I like," I responded with a smirk, but then it dropped as quickly as it came. "I don't like being told what to do, so don't." I reached under my shirt, pulling out my knife where it was being held.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" I answered as I twirled it swiftly between my fingers, I gripped the handle and twisted the point against my fingertip.

"You're one crazy bitch, aren't you?" He shot at me. I was known for my "joker" smile, it was known to make people uncomfortable.

"You might as well call me Harley Quinn," I replied with my wicked smile, I then put my knife against my lips. "Sh, don't tell."

I pivoted on my heel, looking back where Kieran and Damon stood still. I strolled right past them as I tucked my knife back away safely.

***

"Grey, you can't be late for your first day of school," Kieran barked, I groaned as he swatted me with a pillow. I listened as his footsteps receded from my room, followed by the door closing behind him. I sighed deeply as I ran my hands down my tired face.

I finally made it to the bathroom after contemplating whether I really needed an education or not. I tugged my t-shirt over my head and slipped out from my boxers, I tossed the two over to my dirty clothes pile.

I let the water warm up as I brushed through my knotty bed hair. Why don't I just shave it all off? Amber Rose, I'm coming for your career.

The hot water running down on my body felt like I was being wrapped up in a fluffy blanket. Then, you had the stupid shampoo that wanted to make you go blind.

I shut off the water and blindly reached for my towel laying to the side. I stepped out on to the bath mat and wrapped the towel around me securely. I walked over to the sink and grabbed my toothbrush along with my toothpaste.

I wiped my mouth clean from any stray toothpaste and headed back out to my room. I scooped up my clothes I picked out last night and tossed them on to the bed.

After what felt like thirty minutes, I got my bra hooked right and slipped on matching underwear.

I was putting on skinny jeans and I struggled to pull them on. I jumped and sighed as I buttoned them. The downside of having a butt and thighs.

I finished putting on my personality, which still didn't do much, then opened my jewelry box. I was known for my tattoos, but also for my piercings.

What? I was known to be quite fond with pain, getting piercing and tatted was my way of getting that.

I sprayed Perfect Wonderland perfume on my body, followed by rubbing lotion on any revealing skin. I snatched my phone from the charger and shifted it to my other hand. I switched my light off, closing my bedroom door behind me.

"Aye, where's my bag?" I called as I stepped into the kitchen. I slowed down my rush when I saw a girl shirtless facing the stove. Damon, put a leash on these chicks. "Where's Damon?"

"Upstairs," she answered before turning around to slide a plate of pancakes on the counter. I shook my head as I rolled my eyes, I started to walk out from the kitchen, but I turned back. I swiftly grabbed a fluffy pancake from the trio stack and strolled back towards the living room.

I saw my book bag hanging from a hook beside the door, I had to launched myself from the floor to get it off the hook. Short people problems. I slung the strap over my shoulder and looked over at my car choices.

"I feel like driving," I started with a thinking face. "Maserati." I grabbed the keys from the hook and headed out the door before Damon came downstairs.

I walked through the multiple pick of cars till I reach my matte black Maserati.

I pressed down on the unlock button making it beep, I tossed my bag in my passenger seat as I slid in the drivers seat.

I turned the key, cranking up the car and revving the engine a bit. I switched on my radio as I pulled out of the drive way and raced out.

"Last night I took a L, but tonight I bounce back," Bounce back leaked through my speakers as I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. I finally found my way to the school and found a parking space somewhat close to the entrance.

I looked up at the big school and glanced around at it as I stepped out of the car. I could tell the school colors were burgundy and white, I turned to see the sign. Westside High School, Home of the Wolverines.

At least they got a cool mascot.

I walked across the parking lot and up the stairs into the hallway. Of course being the new girl, you get a lot of stares. Even more when you have tattoos and piercings.

I looked around and my eyes landed on two girls, they jumped when I looked at them. I had to refrain from rolling my eyes at the weaklings.

"Where's the office?" I asked, one of the girl finally responded by pointing down the hall. I nodded a thanks her way and continued my journey down the hall. I pushed through the double doors open and strolled to the front desk.

I heard keys clacking when I reached the secretary, her glasses balancing on her abnormally large nose. She had this stank face plastered on her face. She kinda reminded me of Roz from Monsters Inc.

"Greyson Love, I'm new," I spoke up, I guess I interrupted her work, because she gave me a nasty look. I only responded with a taunting smirk before she rolled back to the filing cabinet, she opened the metal drawer with a loud rattle.

"Here," she grumbled as she handed me a file, she went back to typing on her old keyboard. I was about to walk about, but I turned back to the secretary and leaned over.

"I got a tampon if you need it," I whispered, she glared up at me as I gave her a proud smile. I turned away from her as I walked back to the double doors, pushing one of the doors open with my hip as my eyes scanned over the papers.

My locker turned out to be a top locker, so that was sort of a plus. I pulled it open as I finished putting in my locker combination. The stares were burning a hole in my back and distant whispers filled my ears.

I shut my locker leaving it empty, and turned around to the two girls catching glances my way.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's impolite to stare?" I wondered, they quickly looked away before hurrying down the hallway.

I searched through the hallway attempting to locate my first hour, which happened to be Spanish 3. I could speak Spanish along with French as good as I could English, I was currently working on my Latin.

After pushing through the crowded hallways, I finally found the correct classroom. I slipped in through the doorway and headed through the aisle towards an empty desk. 

The desks continued to fill up as the clock ticked closer for the bell to ring. Someone took the desk in front of me, and instantly swiveled around to face me with a slight smile.

"You must be a new here," he spoke smoothly.

"Congratulations, you can state the obvious," I replied with clear sarcasm, his smile faltered as he turned back around to face the front.

After the bell echoed throughout the classroom, the teacher entered the classroom closing the door behind her. She greeted the class in Spanish, with only a portion of the class replying to her. Is education really that important?

Second hour rolled around, that happened to be Biology Advanced. I climbed up on a stool and watched as people walked in, but no one sat beside me. Assholes.

It was finally lunch time and I was as happy as a four year old in a candy store. Refraining from choking the life out of people is pretty exhausting.

I made my way around the back of the school and leaned back against the rough brick wall. I opened the top to the mint can and turned it over, letting the blunt fall on to my palm. I pulled out my lighter from my hip pocket.

I held the flame over the end and inhaled the smoke, I smirked as I blew it out.

"Finally," I mumbled. "Happiness."

"Enjoying yourself?" Someone asked, I looked over to my right to see a guy smirking. His black hair was being blown back by the soft breeze, while the sun enhanced his bright green eyes. Tattoos covered his right arm while only a few covered his left.

I watched as his teeth played with his bottom lip, he walked my way and stopped beside me.

"Join me, I enjoy the company," I commented with sarcasm dripping from my tongue, but his smirk never faltered.

"You're not a germaphobe, right?" He spoke again, I looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Last time I checked I wasn't," I replied, he causally took the blunt from my fingers and took a long hit. "Oh, go ahead, help yourself."

"Sharing is caring," he teased as he blew out the cloud of smoke.

"Well, I don't give a fuck," I shot back before I took my blunt back. "Besides, you might have a disease."

"You don't look like a girl that would be scared of a disease," he replied, I was taken back at his quick wit.

"Fucker,"

"Nope, it's Reece Carter," he said with an arrogant smirk. "Mind sharing yours?"

"Grey," I answered. "Grey Love."

"Your name is Grey?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Is that a problem, Carter?" I shot at him.

"Not at all, Love," he jeered, it took everything in me not to slice that stupid smirk from his face. I passed the blunt to him without a word, he looked away from me as he took a drag. "What brings you to California?"

"It's just another state," I replied.

He passed the blunt back before asking, "Is it just you?"

"You ask a lot of questions, Carter," I said with clear annoyance. "If I wanted to be interrogated, I'd go to the police station."

"I can't just let some stranger walk into my school without me knowing them," he said as if it was obvious, I raised both eyebrows this time.

"Your school," I said with a scoff that morphed into a chuckle. "Let me guess, football quarterback too?"

"Captain, actually," he corrected, I stifled a laugh. "Pretty good at it."

"Arrogance," I said with a wince. "It's not attractive." I bent over putting the blunt out.

"A moon tattoo?" I looked over at him, his eyes focused on my lower back. I stood back up straight and pulled out my container.

"It's all the way down my spine," I said. "The moon phases."

I doused myself in perfume and put in eye drops.

"You look like a girl that has a whole closet full of secrets," he commented, he caught me off guard, but I didn't let him know that.

"Here's a secret for you," I said as blinked rapidly clearing my vision, I looked over at him. "I don't like nosey people in my business, so stay out of my way and we won't have problems." He chuckled as pushed himself off the wall, he stepped up to me. For the first time, his smirk was gone and his green eyes grew cold.

"I'm being nice, which is very rare," he said as if he was scolding me. "I mean, if you want to be on my bad side, please, be my guest. But, let me warn you though, it won't be a good decision."

"Boys like you make me laugh," I sneered. "See though, I don't like to laugh, the sound utterly irritates me." I shouldered past him, walking back into the school.

The day continued on as I avoided Carter the best to my ability. Just hearing his voice at the moment would make my blood boil.

After the bell finished ringing, indicating the day was finally at the end. I pushed through the crowded students as I hurried down the hallway, through the double doors.

These ignorant kids didn't know how not to stand in the middle of the fucking parking lot, so I might've grazed one. Once I got home, I busted through the door, heading straight for the fridge.

"Your ass in those jeans," I heard Kieran's voice sound behind me, I rolled my eyes as I pulled back with a water in my hand.

"Where's Damon?" I asked him, ignoring his compliment. He took a swig of his beer before replying.

"Out back," he sighed, I walked past him, but not forgetting to tap the top of the bottle making it bubble up. He let out an angry breath and I sent a wink his way.

I pushed open the sliding glass door as I stepped through and slid it close behind me. The sound of a bullet piercing through a soda can sounded through my ears.

"What if you accidentally shoot a poor animal?" I asked as I walked up beside him, he didn't look at me as he pulled the trigger once again.

"You may be a disappointment at times, but you make me proud to call you my daughter," he spoke, laying the gun down in front of him.

"Is that suppose to be inspirational?" I asked with a chuckle. "Try a bit harder." I slid the gun over my way and started taking it apart. "You named me Greyson when my name was suppose to be Mackenzie."

"That sounds like a name for a bitch," he responded as he started messing with another gun. "But then again–"

"Shut up," I cut him off, he only laughed as I rolled my eyes. "You really want to insult me while I'm holding a gun?"

"You could pull the trigger and I still wouldn't flinch," he laughed, I shrugged lazily as I started putting it back together.

"What made you want to raise me this way?" It was like the question spilt from my lips, like I couldn't stop it. Or take it back.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm saying, make me the way that I am,"

"The fuck is that suppose to mean?" He shot back. "I raised you to become an independent strong woman."

"Independent, strong woman that's a criminal," I corrected. "I mean, do you believe I could make it into one of those fancy colleges?" I popped the bullets in the gun before I spoke again. "Like Harvard or the one that sounds like a fish?"

"Where in the hell is this coming from, Greyson?"

"I'm seventeen and almost the most wanted woman in the world," I said, shrugging my shoulders lazily. "I mean, I can do shit blind folded that some people can't even do with a manual."

"I didn't raised you to be school smart, I raised you to be street smart," he shot back, as he hit my temple with the top of the gun. "You thought I was going to teach you that every princess has a Prince Charming? No Grey, I taught you to be a Queen with or without a King."

"With this attitude, I'll never find a King," I replied with a scoff. "Not that I need one."

"All that love bullshit will only slow you down in life," he continued.

"I don't need that bullshit to keep me going," I said as I aimed the gun at the cans. "I can do bad all by myself."