The storage was far and it was surrounded with lots of trash. The storage building was sketchy and old, there was also no parking lot. So I had to park a mile away.

I rang the bell to signal the clerk that I'm here. A white man walked up with a smile on his face, I didn't return it. With a smug on my face I just stared at him, making him instantly drop his smile.

"How may I help you?" He asked. "Is storage unit 76 still owned by King Williams?" He went to his old dusty computer and typed away. He took a minute or two as I waited impatiently.

"Yes, King Williams still owns the 76th unit." He said with a big smile. His smile is getting on my nerves, so I rolled my eyes and went on my way to the unit.

"Wait!" He called out from behind me. I ignored him since I know he'll probably say something about not going into the storage unit because it's not mine.

I passed unit after unit, until I stopped at 76. A small barely noticeable smile found it's way on my lips. The unit needed an eight digit PIN to open the doors, one which I don't have. I groaned knowing that I'll probably be here all day.

So I began putting in birthdays of my long list of family members. After trying 20 people's birthdays I still haven't gotten it right. What PIN did my dad use? I know he doesn't just put any numbers and be like 'yeah that's gonna be my password'

My dad has terrible memory, so in order for him to remember something it has to mean something to him. Besides family what other things mean a lot to my dad?

Can't ask my dad because he specifically told me not to come here, which is a dumb move to make. Why would you tell me not to come here after you just told me about it?

"You know your a really bad sister." Jhak said. I jumped and looked back seeing my brothers again, Tre and Jhak. I groaned, why can't they stay in one place and just leave me alone!!!

"How did you find me?" I asked. Tre grabbed the PIN box from my hand, "You took MY car, and I always track MY cars."

I mumbled things under my breath as he began typing in people's birthdays like I did. "I did that already, you oversized two headed roach."  I insulted.

Tre looked at me, "Shut up you toothless bum. Go on somewhere else, whatever is in here belongs to us."

I scoffed and pushed him aside, "Move dinosaur, this is mine. I found it first." Tre and I struggled to get the box from each other, as Jhak stood still watching us.

Jhak rolled his eyes in annoyance as he snatched the box from Tre, "Gimme that, I know the password." Then he typed in some numbers.

The box made a beep beep sound as a green light blinked on top of it. I pulled the door up and wasn't tall enough to pull it all the way up, so Tre pushed me away so he can finish what I started.

"What was the PIN?" Tre asked.

"His wedding day" Jhak answered

We all walked in the slightly dimmed room, then Jhak pulled the door back down causing the room to be dark. "You could have at least switched on the lights, stupid." I huffed.

A click was heard and then the lights were on, Tre was standing under a light bulb with a string attached to it. "Shut up NuNu, and start searching for the good stuff." Tre said

I growled and huffed, this is exactly why I hate working with people, especially family.

The room was the size of a big living room, there wasn't much here, mainly it was just documents. So I went to the desk on the left side of the room and searched it.

Paper was scattered everywhere and dust was piling up. Which made Jhak sneeze a lot, "Maybe you should go outside, I don't wanna catch your case." I sassed. Jhak looked at me in disgust as he held a paper in his hands, "Go grow 3 inches my germs are picky, they not finna go in a 5'4 'despicable me' minion."

I scoffed at his insult, "At least ion gotta go lurking for my lost sperm everything I'm done having sex, and if you wondering how i know this. Ask them girls you be tweaking with every night. So you better go on somewhere with your weak pull out game."

Tre laughed, "Damn you almost got 8 girls pregnant?" Jhak stuck a middle finger at me, "Shut up, at least ion gotta lose control of my body every time I get big mad."

I dropped the papers in my hands and ran to Jhak, but before i could get to him. Tre picked me up, I kicked and thrashed struggling to get out of his hold.

"Let me go so I can bite his face off!!!" I yelled. Jhak taunted me by sticking out his tongue and doing silly dances, "Ooooo I'm so scared, I'll look just like Freddy Krueger." He said.

Tre groaned, "Jhak stop it, this is serious we gotta search this place." Jhak stopped playing and rolled his eyes, "Come on, you act like these boring useless papers are gonna help us positively."

Tre began to ease up on me by loosening his arms, truthfully I don't like harming my family members but when people like Jhak irritate me. I've gotta do something about it.

So i head butt Tre with the back of my head making him let me go. He stumbled back in pain as he groaned. Jhak stood still with a smirk on his face, "I can take you, show me whatchu got minion."

I growled and ran to him, he threw a very predictable punch. One which I dodged and at the same time threw a strong kick to his abdomen. He hurled up from the pain he received from it.

I took this opportunity to pull his hair so he can look up at me, "You should practice more, you need it...Noob." Then I punched his already bruised face, knocking him out.

By the time I was done with Jhak, Tre stood up holding his head. "Do you even have a brain? It's like your head is filled with bricks." He groaned.

I rolled my eyes and went back to my search. The room was messier now than when it was before we got here, but I don't care. It's not my unit anyways.

As I went looking through papers, Tre placed Jhak on a small chair then helped me look at papers. "You know he finna go snitch." I shrugged my shoulders, "Ion care, he can tell however he want. Imma still put my hands on him when i needa put my hands on him."

Tre chuckled, "You changed NuNu." I hummed, "I know that...what I do is who I am. So either you except it, or except it." I said.

"Ma said you working with Mafias." He said. I nodded, "Yes, i am." I casually said.

"It's a bad idea for you to be doing that, I don't know why dad even got you doing this." He said seriously. I rolled my eyes, "Dad introduced me to fighting and weapons.. I got into it when dad told me what he used to do in his days. So i dug things up and started working in the assassination industry." I said.

Tre scoffed, "And what did Dad do? He just let you run like a wild dog?" I groaned, "Dad hated what I was doing but supported me regardless of his feelings."

Tre looked down, "And what about Monique? Is she into it like you?"

I shook my head no, "Monique only went on 3 missions, she hated the violence. Despite the fact that she's killed hundreds mercilessly."

"What if someone gets killed because of what your doing?" Tre said frowning directly at me.

"No one will die, I've got it under control. I'm an assassin, I know what I'm doing."

Tre shook his head in disappointment, "Are you even going to carry on the next Key?" I hesitated, looking down at the papers in my hands. Ignoring his eye contact, honestly I don't want children, or a husband. Ever.

So I looked Tre in the eyes, "No"

"You know what they do to you if you don't. They'll reject you as the Key, and beat you out the gang."

I rolled my eyes, "I don't care, these rules that we all have to follow are dumb. And I don't like having a leash on me." Tre looked at me stupidly, "Do you even hear yourself? You used to live for the gang, what's gotten into you?"

"Life, there's more to life than just running and hiding from our rivals. It makes no sense, I've had no childhood, my first and last lover died in my hands, and my head alone is a champion trophy for the Alphas."

Tre scorned, "You'd rather kill people for living than be with family." I placed the papers on the desk and fully faced my brother, "I love my family from the moon and back, I just don't like the fact that we fear our bullies when we should be on top of the world. We're Royals remember, and Royals rule. So why are we running like prisoners when we should be enjoying life. I'm tired of running, and if it means i have to kill for living then I will."

"Do you even like what your doing? Because it seems to me your just doing it to get away from running." Tre asked.

I smirked, "I love what I'm doing"