My father has always told me that there is a thin grey line between what the public believes is good and what they perceive as evil. Being the daughter of the Persian Mafia, makes you have to believe that. I first shot a gun when I was eight, then took a life when I was ten, someday the title of gang leader will be passed down to my twin brother Ethan, and we have to be ready to defend that title.
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"Don't be salty just cause I kicked your ass today!" I screech. Ethan has me thrown over his shoulder and is opening the door to the main house.
"I pulled something in my arm yesterday, that's why you won." Ethan says, attempting to defend himself.
"Sure." I respond, pushing myself away from his body and falling flat on my back on the cold tile flooring. I lay still for a few seconds, trying to catch my breath.
"NAT! Are you okay?" He asks, leaning over my body and waving his hands in my face.
"I didn't expect that to work....that was painful." I get out, still not being able to catch my breath.
"Loser." Ethan says, extending his hand for me to take. I swat it away and stand up.
"Imma go shower, and then do we want eggs or pancakes for breakfast." I change the subject, running up the stairs.
"I wanted a smoothie." Ethan whines.
"Then make your own smoothie, dumb ass." I respond, rounding the corner into my room. I take out the cloths I want to wear today, darkwash Jean's and a crewneck with skateboarding skeletons on it, and slide on my socks into my bathroom.
After my shower I get dressed and do my hair, scrunching in product so my semi wavy hair can look better than a puffball when it dries. As I am doing my hair I hear the front door open, it hangs loosely on its hinges after another gang broke it in years ago. My father decided that it would be best if we kept it that way so we could hear if someone broke in.
I slide back into my room dancing to my Spotify playlist and put on my necklaces and rings. The accesorites always made me feel like a Disney Villan, and I'm not complaining.
In the background of my music I can hear talking, I turn down my music and creep over to the stairs so I can see the the first floor below.
"Noah?" Ethan says, as five big men make themselves at home in the house.
"Ethan." One replies, dryly.
Noah....why do I know that name?
"Hey dad....what's going on?" Ethan says, a questioning look in his eye. I chose to stay put for the time being, and continue watching from the stairs.
"All will be explained in a minute my boy." Dad says, slouching. I can tell his leg is busted, and he looks tired.
"Where is the girl?" I hear one of the men whisper to another.
"Honey can you go get Nat?" My mother comes in behind my father, and then goes into the kitchen for an ice pack. "Would you or anyone else like something to drink?" Mom offers the other men. My father says something to her and she rolls her eyes.
"How sneeky." Ethan stands at the edge of the stairs, shaking his head at me.
"Oh shut up." I tease, standing and walking downstairs with my brother.
Although we are twins, Ethan looks nothing like me. He looks more persian than I do. My mother is half and I received most of her traits instead of my father. My eyes are light brown, and Ethans are almost black. Our hair looks similar in color and texture, but mine is much longer than his.
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The thin Grey Line
Action*Practically unedited read at your own risk* 18 year old Natalia Karimi is the daughter of a feared Persian gang leader, she has been taught not to take shit from anyone and that there is a thin grey line between good and evil, and that is where he...
