3 chapter 2

Finally, I was in Las Vegas, it was 7 pm but I still got there.

I was searching for the address that my dad had scribbled down in his messy handwriting.

The family I was staying with is my dad's close friend, Simon, I don't remember ever meeting him but he has known me since I was a baby, but he moved down here to start an organized crime group

Or commonly called a "mafia." not as good as ours, of course, we are famous for work, The Micheals was known through the 'crime' world or whatever you'd like to call it.

I have already changed into, "Jupiters" outfit, I figured if I have to go to school, places out, and everything that doesn't involve 'business'.

It was a dress, honestly probably something my 2nd youngest sister would like, she was more into dresses, pink, and princess.

It was short going to mid-thigh, it blushed pink with tan and darker pink flowers, had small sleeves that you couldn't see if I had my long hair. My sister, Lucine, or Lucy as we called her when we got this dress she called it a "mini dress" so that's what I am wearing, along with a necklace, that with a plain silver chain and the letter J, dangled from it. It looked like the necklace Regina George has in Mean Girls but instead of an R, it's a J and of course, my white Reebok tennis shoes to complete the look.

I was looking into the rearview mirror, applying the black mascara to my eyes making sure it doesn't clump together, I grabbed the small coach backpack and opened it up, pulling out the 9mm making sure it had a few bullets in the chamber, I reach inside the bag and pulled out my car-max.

I reached in the back of my car for a white purse, I double-checked to make sure the gun was safe mode before shoving into the purse, I got out of my car, holding down the skirt to my thighs.

I walk to the door, with my head held high, my shoulders back, and my back straight. I walk up to the front of the house, and that's when I notice that the wooden door was left slightly open. I walk up to its opening, and closing it quietly,

'What the fuck is going on.' I thought to myself, I pulled out the 9mm, and walked up to the door frame to see a teenage boy with bloody knuckles standing over a man with his face half beaten in.

"What the fuck is going on?' I asked, my gun still aimed at his chest.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I could ask you the same thing!" I told him. I kept my voice steady.

"This is my house! So, who the hell are you?"

"Nova Micheals." I jumped pointing the gun now at the deep voice, it was a man with seemingly black hair and brown eyes.

"Who are you and how do you know me?" I questioned him.

"Everyone knows who you are, and besides I'm Simon." Simon. This is the man I'm gonna stay with.

"Well, you already seem to know my name." the boy came over to the stairs that his father was standing on the last step.

"She doesn't seem like she's one of the Micheals, dad, are you sure it's her?" Dad? Simon's got a son? My dad never mentioned he has a son.

"Son, stop disrespecting, Jupiter here." He winked, oh, so he already knew? I must have seemed surprised.

"Nova, me and you're parents have had this plan for years. I know everything about this, except for when are we gonna expect your siblings?"

"2 weeks, a month for the others." I watched the boy walk away to a man who was unconscious on the floor, not even 20 feet away from me.

"Alright, Do you need help getting your bags out of your car?"

"I think, I can handle it," I told him, I turned around putting my gun in my purse, that couldn't have gone any better. I mental facepalmed.

", go help Nova with her bags," Simon said, in a voice that he thought I couldn't hear. I go outside and unlock my car.

"My bags are in the trunk," I told him. He nodded and walked back while I grabbed the small backpack from the backseat, my charger, my water, and a small duffle bag I bought as well.

"Is this it?" He asked me, holding up the one big suitcase and smaller than that one suitcase.

"I didn't have clothes," I stated, and that was the only words exchanged until we all the way up the stairs.

"Your room is here." He told me, we walked all the way to the end of the long hallway, the floors were wooden, dark brown wood, the walls were a light red color. A picture in between the doors, there was a woman in a lot of him.

Olivia. I thought to myself, my dad told me about her and how she died in a car accident. How did Simon and Olivia having a son never come up when he was telling me about them?

"Here, you go, Jupiter," he said, the way he said my name was little rough like he was unsure how to say it.

"Thank you?" I asked for his name.

"Zane." He told me, I shook my head.

"Thank you, Zane."

"If you need anything else, ask my dad." He told me. I nodded my head at him, as he closed the big white door, and then I started to unpack.

My walls back home were lime green, a color my parents decided was gender-neutral. At home, I had my name on the wall in black block letters, placed proudly, "Nova" I have always truly loved my name, Nova. it falls out of your mouth so effortlessly, it was original.

The new room had bare walls beside the smooth grey paint covering it, it didn't have block letters, it didn't have stars on the ceiling that glow in the dark, it didn't have the picture frames of my loved ones, it didn't have my large bookshelf with my favorite books in it, the dresser my mother used as child and matching mirror, It did have a large TV hanging up on the wall in front of the king-size bed. The closet was on the left of the TV, it was a very large walk-in-closet.

"Nova?" Simon knocked on the door.

"Yes?" I called back out.

"Get ready, we're gonna introduce to our family." He said that but I knew what family really meant. His mafia, his crime group, in a way it did feel like your family, I mean when you kill someone together or just do criminal acts, period. You start to feel as you are in a family but as soon as someone gets caught they will rat every single one of you to the cops to save their own ass.

"Nov, did you hear me?" Simon asked.

"No." no apology, Micheals' don't apologize. Ever.

"Dress, like Nova." He said, a laugh laced through his words as he said. I nodd my head.

"Be ready in 15." I thought about what to wear.

Nova or ya know the OG me, were dark clothes, black jeans, and a crop top but it was kinda hot to wear jeans but jean shorts.

I reached inside my bag grabbing a pair of high-waisted jeans, a black 'shirt' it a crop top but it has small black sleeves, it's barely an inch thick, maybe not even that. There was a good 3 inches from where you can see pale stomach, you could actually see the very ends of my stretch marks. I shrugged my shoulders, then grabbed a blue flannel, that was my grandfather's but now is mine, and I grabbed a black belt to bring out my smaller waist.

I didn't think it was a good idea to put my white shoes on, so I grabbed my vans that had green and orange shoelaces in them. I went to the closet and pulled out the hair tye in my hair, I had my hair half up and half down, um, well, I tried to put half up, half down but it looked better. I part my bangs in the middle and shrugged my shoulders. I went over to my little bag, and put out 2 small gold hoops, they were mother's but now they were mine.

I put them into my ears, took off the 'J' necklace. I put my septum piercing back in and I figure that's as "Nova Micheals" as it gets.

I reached across the bed, and grabbed the purse, getting the gun and shoved it into the side of my pants.

I walked out of the hallway, fixing the flannel so it was straight, "you still don't look like the Nova Micheals." Zane came out of his room, which was a door away from me.

"How did you expect me?"

"I don't know. Just not, this?"

"Gee, thanks." I said, a tight lipped smile.

"I didn't mean that w-"

"I'm just messing with you, Zane." I told him, and he nodded his eyes. He skipped ahead of me. Now, I don't like Zane, I mean we've barely had a conversation with each other but he is a cute boy. Zane was just definitely my type of trouble.

Brown eyes and to match a tuffle of brown curls on his head, thin lips, and few freckles on his tan skin. He was built, but not in an unattractive way with too much muscle but they were definitely there, he was tall, well taller than me, he seems interesting.