Bad to the Bone by lela richards (best ereader under 100 .txt) 📕

in Cali. I call you when I can but just know I'll be coming your way really soon."

With that I hung up and looked out the window I sat next to. The lady places a plate of food infront of me. 

"Baby I can tell by your demeanor, you've just got out of jail."

My body tensed, i tilt my head to the side trying to understand this woman that stands infront of me.

I just couldn't read her.

"Eat up baby, I'll come back when you are done."

I ate slowly savoring every bite. This is the best food I've eaten in almost 3 years. I finish my food and instead of waiting for the kind lady to come back I take my plate to the back. I wash all of the dishes sitting on the counter and cleared the tables. As I head back toward the kitchen, I hear the lady's voice very stern but slightly shaky. I peek through the cracked door to see her pinned to the wall by her neck. The form pinning her was a man about 6'2" very musclar. I stop to think of the possiblity of outcome. But my anger overrode me. 

I burst in the office and i slammed his head against the table, he bounced off ad swung at me. Blood slid down his face.with every swing I stepped back until I was against the wall. Right where I wanted him to be.

"STOP." The lady yells. I look over at her and blood trinkles down her fist.

The man swings and i moved just  in time. His fist goes straight through the wall. I punch him in both ribs, fast and hard, until I hear cracks.

He steps back and groan in pain. I jump up wrapping my legs around his head I fling him to the ground, leaving him unconsciencous. wheather he is dead or not I don't know, don't care.

I check the lady's hand.

She goes to check his pulse.

"His pulse is faint but you did not kill him. Leave now I'll handle the rest. Come back tomorrow and we will talk then."

I do as she says and head back toward the house I once ran from. I  get to the giant doors and knock. No one answers. I twist at the door knob and it opens. As soon as I walked in I hear a comotion from what seems to be the kitchen. I sneek to the corner of the wall and just listen,

"What are we to do about the old hag downstairs?"

"She's not deade yet?"

"No boss she's still kicking."

"Well she will learn not to mess with Banssani."

My Life's a lie

Banssani, that name sounded familiar. I don't know where it's from but I'm very sure I heard that name.

I hear footsteps coming in my direction. I look around frantically for somewhere to hide. My eyes spotted the front door that I maraculously lefted open. I dart for the door and closed it behind me. I turn around and knock on the door as if it was the first time I've came upon this door. I did three quick knocks and waited for someone to come and answer the door. No one came imediately, after 2 minutes a very short man opened the door he was like 5'2" and looked very angry.

"What do you want."

"Excuse me?"

"Did I studder? What. Do. You. Want?"

"No you didn't studder but do you want to?"

"Is that a threat?"

"No it's a promise, get out my way I live here now."

As I try to push my way through the door, I feel a cold metal pressed against my waist. I look down to see the man's gun aim straight into my stomach. I didn't back up this motion, I rather pushed forwards and disarmed the man. I took the gun and shot him in the foot.

"I'm his fucking daughter you dumb ass."

My dad comes running around the corner to see the man on the floor holding his foot. He was jaw dropped.

"What's going on here?"

I walk right passed him into the kitchen, to leave him to talk to the waste of life on the floor.

I went into the fridge to find a boat load of food and beverage. I grabbed 2 sodas and I sat on the counter.

My dad walks in just as I finish my first bottle of soda.

"So you shot him?"

"Yep." I say bluntly.

"Why?"

"He was a waste of my time, one. Two he wouldn't let me in even after I told him I lived here and when  tried to walk in he placed a gun at my waist. So I took it and  shot him with it."

Dad just stands there in awe. opening and closing his mouth, nothing coming, in a lost of words.

I chug the last bit of soda in the bottle then I jump off the counter.

As I head for the door I hear

"Wait a second."

I turn on my heels to face this man. I smirk with amusement at the fact he is completely clueless about me.

"Who was your trainor."

"You see 'dad' somethings about me, you will learn to know. Somethings you'll just die wondering."

I turned to walk out the door.

"Would you mind showing me where I'd be sleeping."

I hear footstep coming behind me, I continue to walk.

We walk up the stairs. He stops at the top. "That room all the way in the back is yours. All rooms other than yours, mine and my front office is off limits. Don't not enter them. I beg of you or the consequences will be very harsh even for me."

 I walk toward my room and I stop at my door.

"This room isn't girly girl is it?"

"Nope bailey told me you didn't like girly stuff when you guys were on the road, you'll like what you see."

I walked in and loved what I seen. I locked my door and fell on my bed.

 

Dad's POV

 

 

I rush down stairs after closes her door. Down to the basement whe the rest of men are waiting for me. 

"Bruce."

"Yes sir?"

"I want you to find out everything Roxy has done in the past 6 to 7 years."

"Yes sir."

"Have that done in an hour."

 "Yes sir."

I walk to the room in the corner of the basement. I open it to see the old lady on a chain in the corner praying and crying. She hear the door close and and she rose to her feet. Tears flowed down her face, I see the fear in her eyes.

"God is fearious. He said, 'touch not my annointed' he coninue to hurt me. He told me to tell you, your wife isn't dead but you'll never see her again, and the young lady you have upstair has a secret and you won't know what it is until it's too late."

Anger grew in me I slapped the lady and I walked out.

Back in Business

 

Roxy POV

I wake up in my room. Somehow under the covers. I take my phone off of the nightstand next to me to check the time.

7:27 a.m.

I get up wanting to take a jog.

I head through the giant closet into the bathroom. I turn on the hot water in the shower and I go back into the room. I put a chair under the door knob and grab the only pair of jogging clothes out of the closet and lay them on the bed.

When I get the shower the water was steaming hot. I let water run down the scars on my chest and stomach. Touching each one, remembering what and who them there. Words don’t explain what I begin to feel.

I quickly get out the shower after cleaning myself and I go get dressed. I brushed my teeth then my hair. I pull my hair back but covering the scar on my temple.

When I walk back into the room I realise my belongings are in a loveseat in the corner. I grab my picture of my om brother and I and I tucked it into my bra.

I slowly open the door that exits my room and slowly head down the hall.

A man walks across the foot of the stairs so I duck behind a wall.

Inch down the hall stopped at the foot.

"Hey boss we just got word that Bernie was killed last night at the Veronica's diner. The bitch was knocked out when we got there so we know it wasn't her, but the person who did it was brutal. Both his lungs were punctured and there was bleeding in the brain. Oh yeah and all but 2 of his ribs were broken."

A low growl rumble through the house.

"Whoever did this will pay. Find whoever did this and bring them to me."

With that I walked all the way down stairs.

"Oh hey Roxy your up early."

I roll my eyes and turn to the man.

"I'm taking a run I'll be back in an hour and a half."

"No breakfast?"

"Nope," I ran out before this dreaded conversation could go on?

I ran toward the diner.

As I reached near a couple black Rolls Royce cars drove by slowly.

Immediately I realized that they were my father's men. I turned my back toward the road and act as if I am tying my shoe. After they drove by I stood up and began to jog to the diner.

When I got to the diner, I went around back to the kitchen door and enter through there.

As soon I stepped in the lady from last night grabbed my arm, I stiffened in alertness. She quickly let go realizing this discomfort.

I followed closely behind her, back to the office which looks as if a murder never happened in the room.

She closed the door and flipped a switch on the wall. You physically couldn't see what the switch did, but the my ears popped after a brief second.

"Okay I could leave this switch on for 5 minutes at a time. Any longer it'll burst your eardrums."

I nodded as I sat down in the chair that sat in front of the desk.

"Who are you and I want the truth."

"Tisland. Roxy Tisland."

"Who was your trainer?"

"Franky."

"Franky Sazario,"she asked with smirk on her face.

I tilt my head to the side studying this  woman from head to toe.

"Yes, why?" I sounded blunt and calm, but truth is my blood is boiling for the waste of time.

"Well first off that's my daughter and 2 that's isn't something she would think of."

I smile smugly, "well all she had to do was teach me the basics and the voices did the rest." I fall over laughing seeing the shock on this woman's face.

She flips the switch and my ears popped once