I am rewriting GP. Most of it will remain the same but it will be a little different. I'll update each chapter as I work on them so please be patient. The original one will stay up for now. But for now, enjoy the rewrite of chapter one 💜💙

Kadens pov

I couldn't forget the fear that she always had in her azure blue eyes. I couldn't forget the way her freckles would lace on one cheek over her perfect button nose over to her other cheek. The pattern of one freckle on her left cheek always caught my attention. It was just one dark one that had a trail of others that went up the side of her eye over her eyelid. Like a perfect C of freckles that went from dark to light.

Her hair was blond then but slightly turning into a light brown as the months went by but she was always dying her hair a colorful color so I've always wondered what it looks like now. Her lips were the only thing I ever dreamed about and on this particular day; Valentine's day, I was going to kiss her. My mom said that Valentine's Day wasn't about gifts but about reminding the person you love how much you love them so instead of buying candy and flowers, I dressed in my old easter suit that my mom bought last year for Easter and I made her a note telling her Happy Valentines Day. I drew a picture of her and I at a park with hearts colored every color that came in my box of crayons letting her see all my love for her on the page.

I didn't even know what love actually was back then but I truly believed that at that time - I loved Stormi. At the time, my reasons were probably dumb like she was the first girl to ever challenge me in an arm wrestling match. She was the only girl that played football and she was quite good too.

I didn't get that kiss at school that day. She never came to school. Ever again. The adults didn't tell me anything besides she probably transferred schools or something. It was hard for me to let it go. We lived next door to eachother in the same apartments since we were babies. Our moms were best friends. How do you disappear and your best friend doesn't know where you are?

But, I have been looking for her ever since I became a teenager and got my first cellphone. It would be easier to find her if her last name was the same but it has been changed so has her parents names. There's so record of death records, marriage records or any records with their changed names so finding her is a needle in a haystack.

A knock on my office door causes my attention to turn from the night sky looking over the night city to Romeo who enters without waiting on an answer.

"Sorry, bro. You wasn't answering when I knocked. I just wanted to make sure you were alright." He smiles as he puts his drink on top of a file on my desk and he sits down in my chair. "So, this is what it feels like to be king." He ask as he puts his hands behind his head and leans back in his chair lifting his feet on my desk.

Romeo and I have been friends since grade school. He's been my right hand man since my uncle introduced me to this life sophomore year. He's fucking annoying but he's loyal.

"Get the fuck out of my seat." I tell him as I smack the back of his head. He whines as he gets up and grabs his drink eyeing the big wet circle on the file. "I didn't do that." He quickly says as he sits down infront of me and shakes his leg up and down.

"What do you want?" I ask as I sit down and run my hands over my face.

"We got the venue ready for tomorrow evening. Everything is ready." Romeo explains and I look up at him.

"I know you didn't come here to tell me about the dinner party tomorrow. Why are you really here?" I ask him as I open the drawer on my desk and pull out the bottle of Tequila. I pour me a small glass as I wait on him to answer me.

"We found out who's been stealing. He's waiting downstairs for you." Romeo voice trails off.

I chug my drink before standing up. Romeo leads the way out of my office to outside to guest house. I turn on the basement light and walk down to the jail cells I keep my enemies in that I haven't gotten rid of yet and some will be lifers.

I walk to the fifth gate and spin my forefinger in the air. My jail watchman, Ryan, opens the door and I walk a few steps in. The prisoner is sitting against the wall with his eyes closed. I kick his foot and wait as he begins to stir.

"Get the fuck up!" I yell impatiently.

I snap my fingers and Romeo comes in from behind me and grabs him by the arm and follows me to the torture room. I watch as Romeo throws him down into a chair and ties his hands against the arms of the chair and his feet against the legs of the chair.

The inmates long black hair is covering half of his swollen face, his black clothes are soaked with urine and shit. His skin is brown and yellow. He slowly lifts his head and stares at me through the slits in his eyes. His eyes widen as he stares at me and finally recognizes me.

"Boss, I'm so sorry! I didn't---"

I cut him off by raising my hand. I step closer to him and cross my arms over my chest. "You didn't what? You didn't think I would find out that theres over a million dollars missing from my account?"

"I thought I was going to be able pay it all back by then! My daughter, she's extremely sick!" Jeremy tries to defend his actions but it's unexcusable.

"What happens to people who steal from me?" I say calmly. I feel the devil rising inside of me.

He starts to cry. "I'm so---"

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENS TO PEOPLE WHO STEAL FROM ME!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

I take this one personally. He's been working for my family for a few years. I've been lenient with him due to his daughters cancer. I have been paying him extra and giving him more time off. He was one of my best snipers.

But, I'll always forgive an enemy over a friend because when a friend betrays you, they did it intentionally. They knew exactly what they were doing to you. While as an enemy, they do it out of spite. They don't know you and they don't give a shit about it but a friend does. And that's the shit I won't allow.

He lowers his head. "Torture and kill."

I smile feeling good that he answered me. I walk to my wall of torture and scan the weapons. "Since you were one of my favorites, I'll let you pick your choice..."

"Boss--"

"Three seconds..." I say as the devil begins to take over my body. "One....two....three..." I whisper as my eyes glue to the nail gun. Oh, I've never tried this before.

I walk a few feet in front of him and point it at him. I close my eyes, taking a breath in as I pull the trigger on the nail gun. His screams fill the room for only a few seconds before I stand back and pull the trigger again causing him to scream in silence as the nail penetrates his skin. Blood gushes from each wound as I move the gun up and down trying to outline him perfectly while the nails tear through his skin to the chair holding Jeremy against the chair like he's an interior design or pattern on the chair.

I hold my finger on the nail trigger until I run completely out of nails. His blood is pouring out like water on the ground and his body is slumped against the chair. I walk closer to him and stare at the damage done. The nails have destroyed his eyes the most making them look like metal contacts and his forehead is completely metal now. Well, his whole body looks like he had a bad run in with a hardware truck.

That's what you get for thinking it's okay to steal from me.

I spit on him as Romeo checks his pulse and after confirming his death, I walk out of the room and wash my hands on the attached sink right outside the door. I watch as Romeo lights a cigarette with a straight face as he stares at me in the mirror.

I stare at him with the same blank stare. "Send money to Jeremy's wife and pay off all of their daughters medical bills now and future bills." I tell him. He drops his cigarette to the ground without finishing it and walks away after giving me a nod.

After I give orders to Ryan to clean up the mess, I make my way to the main house and into my room. I strip out of my blood stained clothes before I take a showe, washing the blood and day away before I stand infront of the mirror as I watch myself get dressed in boxers and shorts.

Over the years, I have tattooed my entire body from my neck to my ankles, it's my canvas and I've added to it since I turned sixteen. I work out two hours everyday and I took six years of boxing which gave me the respectable six pack that I have today. My eyes are dark sapphire blue and I have a deep dimple in the middle of each cheek on each side. My light brown is is curly. I keep the top a little long but the sides are always cut into a low fade on the sides and the back.

During highschool, my uncle showed me our real family business that he took over from his father. It became my escape place. And with my uncles recent death, I am now the leader of the mafia. I'm exactly where I want to be. Where I need to be. I'm just missing my Queen.