My mother had 7 kids, the oldest Milani we call her Momo. The second Tre, the third Tyrone sometimes we call him ty. The fourth Jacques, but we call him Jhak. Then it's me, next it's Monique, and lastly the twins. Travis and Ja'Neicey or what we call her JaJa.

The first time I got shot was when I was 4, the Alphas found us again. We were just about to head to bed after having a family dinner.

Like every night I hated it, mom would stay on me. Constantly calling me out for the things she already disapproved of me doing.

Just as I walked in my shared room with Monique gun shots down the street was heard, my dad had quickly demanded us to split up.

I grabbed Monique who was ready to go, and we ran out the back door. We ran down the street trying to get to Uncle Craig's house, running as fast as our litte legs could carry us, but sadly we were seen.

Some Alpha members were posted just outside of Uncle Craig's house, when they seen us running the other way they quickly ran after us. We weren't fast enough to outrun them, even with our track techniques.

They caught us and dragged us back to Uncle Craig's house, they made us watch as they tied our cousins and their parents to chairs.

They made us watch as they spilled gasoline around the house, and they made us watch as they burnt down the house with them in it.

We heard their screams and cries for help. Our neighbors couldn't even call for the police since they were petrified.

A man that was really tall came up to both of us he bent down to our height. He had a scar running down from his eyebrow to his cheek, it was really long.

"They did a good job hiding you, now which one of you is the key?"

My sister and I remain silence, because that was what we were taught to do. We didn't even show emotions when they killed our uncle, aunt, and cousins. Royals are taught to hide their emotions, expecially from the enemy.

He smiled and turned around, he then turned back to us and slapped Monique then me. We both fell to the ground, my cheek stung as my mouth began to taste bitter.

I looked at Monique and saw that she was spitting out blood.

Skreechhh

We all looked to the left, down the street and saw a car approaching fast. And it wasn't any car it was my dad's car, Monique and I made a run for it as bullets went flying. We ran to wherever our legs can take us, the further we got the less danger we were in.

Suddenly there was a motorcycle following us at full speed, we zig-zagged and tried to get it off our tails. We got cornered in an alleyway, the driver on the motorcycle took out his gun and pointed it to Monique. Monique was emotionless ready to get shot, the driver then pulled the trigger.

I thought fast and jumped in front of Monique, making the bullet enter me. I fell knocking down both Monique and I.

The pain in my gut stung, am I going to die?
I slowly felt my self drift away. Was I scared? No, to be honest I was happy. Happy that I didn't have to hide anymore.

"NuNu stay awake, mommy and daddy will be here!!" Monique yelled. The last thing I saw was Monique crying. For me.

We're all human, no one is capable of holding in their emotions for long.

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To be honest, the best time of my life was elementary. I had friends which were all boys by the way, girls are obnoxiously annoying. We would always talk about getting to the top, and becoming famous. Since we were in the hood, most people didn't even get a chance to get out.

The key family, my family, is the only part of the Royals that have to stay in hiding. It's pathetic, I hate hiding like scared little bitches. But like Dad always says, 'There's a season to hide, a season to fight, and a season to honour'.

Once middle school hit, my family had to move. This was the 3rd time we moved, and it's getting tiring. We moved to Chicago, a territory that doesn't belong to the Alphas. Everything was ok, until early 8th grade year.

One day I was sick so I had to stay home, and Monique had to go to school alone. The school bus was to pick up and drop her off at her bus stop, which is a block away from the house.

That day she didn't come home and we searched everywhere for her. My dad knew that the Alphas must have found us, and took her thinking she's the key.

My dad called lots of family to go and take down a group of Alphas the next state over. They went away the next day, and that same night was the night Monique was found.

She stood at the front door, with her clothes barely covering her. She had bruises all over her face and arms, and lastly the most terrifying thing was that she had blood on her pants.

Dad killed more than the amount of the Alphas he said he would. Him, my cousins, uncles, and aunties killed all the Alpha gang members in New Jersey and New York. He was fierious at what they did to Monique.

It took a month for Monique to tell us what they did to her. We had our suspicions, but just wanted Monique to confirm it. They beat her, then they raped her. 5 grown men kidnapped my 13 year old sister to beat and touch her. That was what triggered my anger and hatred toward the Alphas.

I started having a hunger to kill, I wanted to look them in the eyes as they died. I wanted to blow up a city that the Alphas owned. I wanted their leader dead with a receipt signed by me.

Months went by and we found out Monique was 6 months pregnant, and my mom but she was 7 months. As much as family friends wanted Monique to abort her baby, Monique refused. We stood by her side and supported her decision, we were never a fan of abortion.

2 weeks before my middle school graduation when Monique's baby girl decided to come out. We named her Unique, since she was unique. Monique was happy to see her baby girl, and so was everyone. My little brother and sister who were supposed to be twins but were born 3 days apart, were also happy even tho they're like one month older than Unique.

This happiness ended when the Alphas raided the hospital we were at. They found out about Monique having one of their baby and were there to collect. We escaped the hospital through the basement, but Monique didn't make it. She died of blood lost and the shot wound she received saving me.

I cried as my sister died, and that was the last time I seen her. My dad took care of everything, we planned a funeral and all that other stuff. Then we moved again. I took it as my responsibility to raise Unique, plus I look just like her mother she won't recognize.

High school was my rebellious stage, when we moved to Georgia, another state thats the Royal's territory. Most of my elementary friends were in the same high school I went to, which is very weird. But turns out they had moved to Georgia because Miami was burning.

During my high school life, I focused on school when in school. Once it was over I would get in lots of trouble, my friends and I stole a lot of everything. We stole from stores, cars, broken into people's homes, we even got into a car chase with the police. If I weren't driving that night we'd for sure would have gotten arrested.

I got a boyfriend early Junior year, he was the best he even was rebellious like me. But I wasn't disrespecting my parents or anything, just to society. High school graduation comes and let's just say it didn't go well.

The Alphas rolled up with their fancy guns and cars, and shot up the place. My boyfriend died and one of my friends got injured. Oh and 2 students died, honestly I didn't care about them. I was devastated, and actually disconnected myself from everything and everyone.

I began with just harming my local stray cats, then I went up to dogs, and lastly my first human victim, an Alpha member. By bus I traveled to the nearest state that I would most likely find an Alpha member.

It took a maximum of 17 hours to get that done. And when I succeeded, I wanted to kill more. I eventually was doing it every weekend, I got efficient at it and upped my kills. I killed families of Alpha members. Men, women, and children, I didn't care I just wanted them dead.

My actions caught up with me when some Alphas invaded my house late one night and nearly killed my older brother Tre. That angered me, and for some reason I blacked out. But what my parents told me I never blacked out. In fact I murdered all 6 of them in less than 5 minutes, I was smiling and laughing as i was doing it. It was like I was a completely different person.

We went the the gang's physiologist and she diagnosed me with ASPD, and D.I.D. My dad took me away and left my mom with my other siblings. We moved to a whole different country, Germany. In Germany, my dad bought land and for 6 weeks he trained me stuff I thought he couldn't do.

My whole life I thought my dad was just a gangster, turns out he's an assassin. Back in his days, mafias all over the world would hire him to be their hit man.

He taught me every marshal arts you could think of, he taught me how to use every other weapon besides a gun. Since I already knew how to use one. He also taught me to fast for 2 months straight. We did it often and I got the hang of it.

I've learned more and more about my dad, and the biggest thing I found out from him was that Monique is still alive. He faked her death, and kept her hidden. I didn't talk to him for a month nor did I trained with him, I trained by myself. How could he do this and not tell anyone? Who does that?

We started talking again and he even took me to see Monique. We reunited and blah blah blah. A few years later at the age of 21, Monique and I went on our first mission together.

We were to kill one of the top 6 Italian Mafia leaders, he was the one that gave the Alphas all the info they needed about my family. He inputted spies in every neighborhood we moved to and told the Alphas everything.

I grew an obsession of bombs, fires, cars, and the most serious one, fear from those around me. I feed off of that, and grew powerful too.

From then on I went on missions after missions, some were with Monique, some were with randoms, and some by myself. What ever mission I was sent onto I always got it done, leaving no crumbs behind.