For a cold hearted gang leader you sure know how to steam things up.

Stop haunting me!

Okay, quick note: I've been receiving death threats about my spanish.. jk, not really.

but yeah, im using google translate for now for the spanish so its guaranteed to be complete rubbish. but i promise to revise over it and get the proper spanish sorted. but for now just pls bare with the horrid google translated version. thanks!!

P.S i don't want to cram too much action and excitment in every chap because that would be too much n fairly unrealistic. so, im just giving the characters time for a cold shower until the action begins again ;)

**sigh** i want myself an Antonio... :(

Alison’s POV

I drove down the highway speeding along, leaving tree after tree behind. My mini cooper had its hood down and the cool summer air blew onto my face and swirled my hair into complete chaos, which was absolutely fine by me. I felt liberated, in control. To emphasize that I pressed down on the accelerator and took the speeding to another notch. I sighed and smiled as the warm sun poured over my face and exposed arms.

 Today had been the last day of school and I would be graduating. My high school life had always been synonymous to the banality of a typical rich Californian girl, molded out of strict precepts and regulations, but now that this chapter of my life was approaching closure, I could feel the anticipation that had been building throughout the years bubble to the surface. The rigid days of where having a stick stuck up your ass was considered proper was over! It was now the time to bend and break the conformity of what had been expected of me. I had no debt held with anyone and I could now make my own choices.

The past few weeks had been plausibly the hardest of my life. Exams had me staying awake late at night and the prospect of independence, although desperately craved was terrifying. I knew that I had yet to discover who I really was but putting up a façade had always been so much easier and never disappointing.

 I was afraid of not finding happiness but worse, not finding myself.

Throughout the years I had blamed my melancholy on the life I lived thinking it wasn’t what I wanted. But what if I never found what I wanted?

I shook my head as if trying to physically get these thoughts out.

 Freedom would be a well deserved reward even if I never found exactly what I wanted, I rebuked to the pessimism trying to dull my mood.

I got home just before dawn and decided to have dinner with my dad. We hadn’t spent some time together in ages and I needed to be with him, if only for one small dinner, it would be enough.

After taking a long bath and completing my reference for my Law course I headed down to the dining room to meet my dad.

He was already seated and was reading a file whilst he sipped on his whisky. I slowly slipped in the chair in front of him and he looked up giving me a smile.

“ah, you’re here Alison.” He said closing the file shifting it on the chair next to him. “how was your last day at school?”

“Remarkably pleasant, I said bye to all the teachers and a few of my friends. I imagine it was pretty sad but you know, college is right around the corner, so..” I shrugged my shoulders. “im okay with it.”

 Hell to the yes was I okay with it!! Dude, I have been waiting for this for a mild 18 years of my life!! No biggy right???

 Of course, I refrained from such improper comments. It would have been fairly comical showing this side of me to my dad. I gave an inward sigh. Even my father didn’t really know who I was.