Bea Messina

"Where is he?" I growl out, holding the gun to the man's temple as we stand in the middle of the alleyway.

"I don't know! He cut me off moths ago!" The man cries, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Wrong answer." I growl out again before pulling the trigger and lodging a bullet in his head.

His body falls limp and I walk away scowling, getting in my car and driving to the next city.

I have been looking for my father for the past six months. He has been on the run, trying to postpone his inevitable death. When I find him, him along with his gang, are all going to die a painful death.

Entering the bright Anaheim, I drive to a hotel and pay for a room for one night. There's word on the streets Forsaken gang members have been seen in these parts. Tomorrow I'm going out to find them.

Sighing to myself, I place my duffel bag on the bed and continue towards the bathroom. I take a quick, hot shower and slip on a loose shirt and shorts and hop under the blankets. Falling asleep instantly.

Waking up bright and early, I head to the bathroom and get dressed. I slip on a grey sweater crop top and high waisted, washed blue jeans.

Curling my hair slightly and putting on a bit of mascara. I had to look decent to attract older men so I could lure them into the alleyway.

After finishing, I grabbed my things and threw them in the trunk of the Devil. I smiled and jumped in the front seat, driving down the road to the bar.

I grabbed my phone and my wallet and walked into the small bar where Jasper Starace was supposed to be. He's a big member of my fathers gang and will know where their hiding out.

I also know he has a wife three kids he'll do anything to protect, perfect leverage.

I walk up to the bar and order a drink. I stand there and scan the thin crowd for my target. Word is Jasper likes to hook up with a lot of young women at the bar, perfect for me.

Seeing him, I smirk and walk over to him. His eyes land on me and they trail up and down my body. "Hey baby." He purrs patting his lap as he sits on the leather couch.

I bite my lip slightly and straddle his waist. "What's your name sweetheart?"

"I'm Hope, but you can call me what ever you want." I whisper in his ear, playfully biting at his ear lobe.

"Well Hope, why don't I show you to the upstairs, the owners here know me and I can get you anything you want." He whispers in a seductive tone.

I nod and he takes my hand, leading me up the steps to the upstairs loft. I knew this was up here and I knew he was going to invite me up here, he does it with all the girls.

As soon as we enter the room, he closes the door behind him and pins me to the wall. He licks and sucks at my neck and I just roll my eyes. Subtly, I grab the gun from the waistband of my pants and pull it out. I hold it to his temple and he immediately backs up with his hands up.

"Tell me where Christopher Messina is now." I say sternly, gaining my composure.

"Why do you want to know?" He spits angrily, scowling at me.

"Look dude, I don't have time for this. I know where your kids go to school. Tell me where he is, now!" I say in a threatening tone.

"He's in Los Angeles. I can give you the address, just please don't hurt my kids." He pleads backing up. I sigh and tuck the gun back in my waistband.

He gives me the address and before I leave, I turn to him "sorry Jasper." When he was about to say something, I planted a bullet between his eyes, can't have him informing my father.

I calmly walk back downstairs and out to my car, preparing for the short drive.

Pulling into the address Jasper had given me, I reload my gun and get out of my car. I lock it and continue towards the steps, ready for the fight ahead of me.

Ace Martello

"Sir, she's been spotted." Isaac says in his usual serious tone as he stand in front of me.

"Where?" I ask snapping my eyes up to meet his.

"Los Angeles, she's going after her father." He said looking over the map in his hands.

He slams it down on the desk and points to a small bar in Anaheim. "She shot one of his members here and was given the address for his safe house in the city. That's approximately a 40 minutes drive, she's probably already there"

"Dammit Bea." I mutter shaking my head, what has she gotten into now?

Bea Messina

Standing in the middle of bodies looking blood into the floor, one remains living. My father backs up, trying to escape the fate I have in store for him.

"Wait don't kill me! We could be great partners!" He plead putting his hands up to guard his face.

"Maybe you should've thought of that when you threw me in a cell, or when you gave me to Dante. Now, your going to meet the same fate as him." I spit out, practically growl.

He doesn't oppose as I raise the gun and shoot it straight through his forehead, now it's over.

I look over the scene and sigh, it didn't have to be this way.

But now, by unwritten rules of gangs, I'm the leader of the Forsaken. Not that there is much left.

I take a quick picture of my fathers body and leave the house, getting in my car and heading to Texas, that's where the gang is living.

****

Reaching Dallas, I quickly drive to the house I would much rather forget. Stopping in the driveway, I sigh and look at the house.

I look down at my clothes, making sure there is no blood on them. I nod to myself and exit the car.

With a bit of a scowl, I walk up to the door and hesitate before knocking.

Moments later, a young man, maybe early twenties, came to the door with a scowl. "Who're you?" He asks looking my body up and down.

"Your new leader." I say growling and pushing past him. Moments later, guns from every direction are pointed at my head. I shake my head and smirk, putting my hands up.

"The hell you are." The man from before says.

"I'll show you." I say reaching down into my pocket and taking out my phone. I quickly throw him the phone and his eyes go wide. Moments later, he motions for the other guys to put down their guns. They look confused but comply nonetheless.

"What's your name?" He asks sighing and handing me back the phone.

"BlackJack. That's what I'm more commonly known as anyway, as for my real name? It's Bea, Bea Messina."

"He was your father? And you killed him for his gang?" He asked with wide eyes.

"No, but if you ever call me by my real name, there will be consequences, to anyone, I am BlackJack. I killed him because that sick son of a bitch locked me up all my life and sold me like a sex doll." I explain shoving my phone back in my pocket.

"Well, I'm Jackson. I'm the second command." The man says sticking his hand for me to shake.

I nod to him and he introduces the burly men around me. "This is Matt and Kirk, they do a lot of the dirty work." He says pointing to a tall blonde and an even taller brunette.

I wave to them and Jackson continues, "and that's Nolan and Willis, they do a lot of the deals." He say pointing to the last two brunettes.

"Alright, let's get to work people, we can't be the third feared anymore, let's work on getting that rank up to number one." I say crossing my arms over my chest.

They nod and Jackson leads me to an office.

I smirk and sit down in the chair, this is going to be fun.