Chapter-1

I stand in the mirror staring at myself wondering who is looking back. I have blood drenched into my favorite white dress, my hair tangled like a spiderweb, and cuts and bruises all over my body. That girl looking back, is not who I am. Looking straight into my dark brown almost black eyes, is a broken girl with her walls built so high all she wants to do is to tear them down.

"Jade!" My brothers both yelled running up into my room, "What?" I ask brushing through my hair while turning on the Jacuzzi in my massive bedroom with a connected bathroom.

My brothers Jasper and Sage run into my room and jump onto my just made bed. Our family just moved here from Los Angelos. We are all well known as the Snakes. Jasper is the oldest (known as 'The Viper') Sage (known as the 'Python') then me (known as the 'black mamba') We are the three children of the worlds most wanted mafia leader, Devón Santiago. The three of us each run a branch of our dads mafia; the Black Skulls. Jasper runs the undercover, Sage the computers, and me the combat and weaponry. "Come on chica!"' Sage yells, "We are going to out for dinner!"Jasper finishes.

"So go get your sexy ass changed!" Sage said trying to sound as if we have been stranded on an island without food for a week.

The boys walk out my room when Jasper stops at the doorway. "You okay Hermosa?" I look at him and sigh. "That was too close Jas," We just got back from a mission at a local bar and casino. Sage and his men got caught inside and called for reinforcements. Of course me and my men got there in time, but by the time we got in it was too late and I had to kill them all.

"I know, I know." Jasper said running his fingers through us shaggy dark chestnut hair. "Sage should've been more careful."

"But Jasper! It wasn't just Sage! Your team didn't get the cameras hacked in time to get a visual of what was going on! And my team is getting weaker by day! I carry them. The only reason that they aren't dead is because I can take all of their weight! Can't you see it Jas'? We're getting weaker by the day! And we've only been here for two fucking days!" I shout at him.

All the sudden Dad shows up at the door. My dad is pretty hot I'm not even going to lie. He's tall at least 6'3 with amber orbs, olive skin and dark brown hair. Just to my luck I got majority of his genes. With long dark brown (almost black) wavy hair, at least 5,10' with my fathers olive skin and dark orbs.

"Jasper leave us." He orders sternly to my brother. Jasper turns and walks away. "You're not wrong Mija. We are getting weaker which is why we're going to be working with the Cavanaughs, just to take down the Red Skulls. The we will part our ways and head back to California."

I look at my dad and give him a nod, giving him the idea that I agree. The Cavanaughs are another mafia family that my mother and father grew up with and work with when we need to get small

gangs out of the way. This is a different case though. My family are the Black Skulls and the Cavanaughs are the Scorpions. Together we are targeting the Flames, one of the biggest drug cartels and sex the trafficking groups known to mankind.

I don't know much about the Cavanaughs except for that they are almost as strong as a family as us. I know that Angelo Cavanaugh is a brutal man to the outside, but also respectful and kind. He has five kids and a wife who Mom is friends with. Based on the stories my father tell he's just a big softie in reality.

I tell Dad, "That's a brilliant idea Dad. I can try training my guys harder and get them prepared for training with the other Scorpions." He nods, kisses my forehead and walks out of the room.

I walk into my bathroom and rip of my cloths, (I mean they're not salvageable anyway) and throw them into the trash. I climb into my jacuzzi and turn on the jets. Fifteen minutes later I climb out and wrap a towel around my body. I walk into my walk into my walk in closet and look for something to go out in. I grab a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, a black lace crop top, with a leather jacket and a pair of red stilettos. I wrap my hair into a sleek ponytail and put some red lipstick onto my full lips. I grab my gun and put it in the waistband of my jeans and put a knife in my leather jacket pocket. (Don't judge me I've got to be prepared for anything)

I run down the stairs to see my brothers sitting on the coach on their phones. "Okay, I'm ready Chicos!" I say walking towards my the garage with my brothers following.