You Can't Keep Me

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It's looking like a write off now
I think we need to talk, like, now

Kenna Jones and Matthew Sanders

So don't swear to God, He never asked you
It's not his heart you drove a knife through
It's not his world you turned inside out
Not his tears still rolling down
Jesus Christ, you're so damn cold

Don't you know you've lost control?
Forget about the things you think I know
No secrets, you can't keep me in the dark
Guess my fairytale has a few plot holes
Well, I'm looking on the bright side now

Leya Jones and Zachary Baker

Trying to figure out somehow
You can give the act up now
Go ahead and take a bow

July 6th, 2019 at 04:45am
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Kenna

Being the daughter of a gang leader wasn’t easy. People were constantly threatening your life. You always had to be on high alert, you had to be careful on who to trust and most importantly, don’t let anyone get close to you. If you did, they almost always ended up dead. It was a wonder that my sister and I were even still alive. It was no surprise to me that while I was out with Leya that an attempt had been made on our life…yet again. We were sitting outside at a local restaurant whenever a motorcycle drove by, a flurry of bullets following its path. I don’t know how either of us managed to survive, but we had snuck out of there before the authorities showed up.

“Kenna! Are you even listening?” My father’s strong voice snapped me back to reality. “Huh? What?” I said, looking at him. I pushed his buttons. It was my favorite pass time. Most of the time his little “chats” were boring, so I had made it a habit of just tuning him out. The look that came across his face was a mixture of annoyance and worry.

“Dad said we need babysitters.” I heard my sister’s voice from beside me, her arms folded across her chest and a look of disgust on her face. Leya was my twin. You would have never known though. I was born four minutes before her. Fiery red hair, blazing blue eyes. She was blonde with stunning green eyes. I teased her all the time because I was the “older” sister. It took my brain a moment to process the words that came out of her mouth. “The hell we do!” I yelled out, “We’re big girls. We can take care of ourselves!” This was ridiculous. We were almost twenty-four. We could take care of ourselves. Watching my dad sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose he shook his head before folding his arms across his chest. “I don’t think you understand just how much danger you’re in. You were almost killed today. How many times do you two have to be in a near death situation before you realize I’m trying to protect you?” His voice was slowly rising, and I knew that it was time for me to quit. When father’s mind was made up there was no changing it. Instead, I stood up, shooting him a glare before turning around and storming out of the room, making sure to slam the doors shut behind me.
Zack

For as long as I could remember, my father had been training me to take over the “family business”. Or at least that’s what he always called it. A business that dealt with drugs, prostitution, murder, and money. We had police in our pockets, politicians wrapped around our fingers. I wasn’t the only one that had been training to take everything over. My best friend and damn near brother, Matt was stuck in the same position as me. He was a cruel bastard. Worse than me. This wasn’t exactly something I wanted, but it was great to be able to get away with doing whatever the hell we wanted. Everything we did was wrong in every sense of the word. Sometimes I wondered how far was too far though. My dad’s judgement had been clouded by revenge. Justin Jones, the leader of the gang that murdered my mother, along with Matt’s.

My green eyes narrowed at my father, whenever his words reached my ears. “So, you mean to tell me that because Brian and Johnny couldn’t complete one simple task, Matt and I have to go clean up their mess…again?” I questioned, “just how long do we have to babysit those brats? What are we going to do with them? Kill them? Whore them out? What exactly are your plans for them once we get close? I’m not going into this blind. I’ve done that before, and you almost got me killed because of it. That’s not happening again.” I could see the anger on his face and before I knew it, he was backhanding me. I looked over at Matt, his expression unreadable.

“You’ll do as I god damn tell you to do Zachary.” I rolled my eyes at the use of my full name. “I think we should do what he did to your mother.” My jaw clenched at the thought.“You want us to rape, beat, and torture those girls?” I didn’t know how Matt felt about any of this, he had a temper far worse than my father and he seemed to enjoy the cruel side of things more than I did. “Your mother died because of those brats. It was a hostage exchange, his girls for your mothers. Once he got his girls, he shot your mom in the back of the head. He deserves it Zachary and you’ll go through with it.” Shaking my head, I stood up and pulled a cigarette out. Lighting it I took a long draw from it before releasing the cloud of smoke. “Fine. Lets go” I muttered before turning to leave the room.

July 6th, 2019 at 05:18am
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Leya

I sighed as I watched my twin sister, Kenna, glared at our father before leaving to go up to her room. Flinching when she slammed her bedroom door, I looked at my father who was trying to keep his frustration in. I loved my dad and I understood why he said we need bodyguards. He was only trying to protect us from his enemies. However, we wouldn't have to worry about our safety if our father wasn't a gang leader. I know that he has pissed off other gang leaders by doing some shady things, and now they are going after him by trying to harm Kenna and I.

I went to the kitchen to finish making dinner for the three of us as my mind wrapped around the thought of having a bodyguard watching over me all day long. I love dad and I know he would kill to protect us from harm, as he has before, but more often than not, do I wish to have a normal life and live like a regular 24 year old. However, I don't have that kind of life. So I guess I just have to suck it up and deal with having a body guard around me constantly. Besides, Kenna and I almost died the other day by a drive by shooting. So I guess it's necessary for us to have protection.
Matt

I watch from the side as Zack's dad explained their new mission, since Brian and Johnny fucked up. At first I didn't like the sound of this mission. I don't need to be babysitting two bitches, I much rather be going on a killing spree or torturing our enemies. However, when he implied on torturing the girls like their father, Justin Jones, did to Zacky's mother, I had a change of heart and was totally up for this assignment. Although she wasn't his mother, Zack's mother, Mary, was loved by so many. So when the news of her murder came out, everyone was sad but also pissed off. Ever since then gangs that had connections to Zack's family had put a hit for Justin Jones, even targeting his "precious" daughters, but no one has been able to land a scratch on any of them.

Watching Zack storm out of the office to go outside, I looked at Mr. Baker who let out a frustrated sigh as he banged his fist against his desk. "Don't worry about him Pops. We're going to have so much fun destroying those girls as payback for what they did to Mrs. Baker, and then we're going to take down Jones afterwards. I'll make sure to keep him alive enough to give you the pleasure of putting him out of his misery." I promised before meeting up with Zacky.

Seeing him smoking a cigarette, I lit one of my own and inhaled the nicotine. "Whatever guilt you're feeling about this assignment, you need to fucking suck it up. We need to complete this task successfully. Besides those bitches deserve every bit of torture that we're going to give them. They didn't think twice about your mother when she was tortured, so we shouldn't either." I explained as I flicked the end of the cigarette. "This is revenge that we're talking about man. Your mother would be here and alive, if it wasn't for Jones."

July 7th, 2019 at 03:59am
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Kenna

My dad thought I needed a babysitter. I was twenty-four years old. I could take care of myself. If it hadn’t been for me, Leya and I would have died. I was the one who saved our lives. Not him. We wouldn’t need god damn babysitters if he hadn’t gotten into the business he was in, we wouldn’t have to constantly look over our shoulders. I had shit to do and I wasn’t going to be having some guy tag along. Especially for when I got my nipples pierced. It just wasn’t happening. Quickly changing my outfit, I slipped into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I was hoping that I’d be able to make it out of the house before my dad noticed that I was missing.

Making my way down the steps, I stopped at the landing in the middle, watching as the maid opened the front door. Two men walked in, looking around as they stood in the foyer. The first one, had dark hair, stunning green eyes and a beard. The second was taller, meaner looking. Short brown hair, hazel eyes, two sleeves of tattoos and muscles for days. “You must be the babysitters.” I said, breaking the silence as I finished coming down the steps “dad! The babysitters are here” I yelled. Circling the second man like a vulture, I came to a stop in front of him. He was damn attractive, and I wouldn’t mind sleeping with him. Or chasing him off. Whichever came first, and whatever would piss my dad off more. “Well, I gotta get going. I’m Kenna by the way,” I said, trying to squeeze between the two men so that I could bolt out the front door.
Zack

Hearing Matt’s words, I knew he was right. I knew that I wanted revenge for what happened to my mother. I didn’t think these girls deserved anything that we were going to do to them. It’s not like they were the ones who tortured my mother. They weren’t the ones who pulled the trigger that sentenced her to her death. It was their father. They didn’t deserve this gruesome death they were going to receive. I knew that. I knew just how bad my father was going to torture them. I kept my thoughts to myself though. I didn’t need Matt on my back, telling me how I’d gone soft. I just shook my head before lighting another cigarette. Killing these girls wasn’t going to bring my mother back, no matter how much I wished it would. Getting in the car, I began the drive to the address we were given.

It wasn’t long before I was pulling into the driveway of a gorgeous house. I looked over at Matt. “Some house, huh?” I said, most gang leaders had nice houses, myself included. I shut the car off before getting out and walking to the front door. I rang the doorbell, and it wasn’t long before a maid opened the door. We walked in, and just as we did, a pretty redhead stopped halfway down the steps. She had a look of pure hatred in her eyes whenever she saw us. She must have been one of the girls we were supposed to watch over. She came over and started circling Matt like he was a piece of meat. I gave him a look before my attention went back to her. “If you’re one of the girls that we’re supposed to be guarding, we wouldn’t be doing our job if we just let you waltz out that door without one of us, would we?” I said, chuckling slightly as I didn’t allow her to sneak past us. “We don’t want your dad to kill us, the first day that we work for him. “It’s not my dad you have to worry about,” she snapped, glaring up at us. “It’s me, now move” she snapped, still trying to get past us.

July 14th, 2019 at 06:07am
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Leya

I was finishing up washing the dishes from diner and cleaning around the kitchen, when I heard the door bell ring. The maid swiftly made her way to go open the door before I had the chance to. I know that didn't have to clean or do any chores around the house because Dad has hired a few maids to help around the house, but I was like my mom in many ways. When she was alive, she would always clean and cook, never wanting to create more work for the maids, which is what I like to do. Wiping off the counter one last time, I smiled to myself as everything was spotless, before throwing the towel into the hamper with other dirty rags. "Dad! The babysitter's are here", I heard my sister yell, causing me to roll my eyes but then let out a soft sigh.

Walking towards the front of the house I saw my twin sister blocking the two huge but scary looking men while the maid stood by the doorway not knowing what to do. "It's okay Martha, we'll take it from here. Thank you." I said politely as I stood next to Kenna, where I got a real good look at our body guards. They both had sleeves of tattoos on both arms, but the one with the short brown hair and hazel eyes looked like he could kill with the mean look he had in his eyes. The other one had dark hair styled in the gentleman comb over and a full beard, which really suited him and he had stunning green eyes that matched my own. I personally thought he was attractive, but I knew that they were here to do a job and nothing else.

Seeing Kenna failing to get past through the two men and then threatening them, I sighed and grabbed her arm. "Kenna just let it go for now." I said, giving her a 'Cool it' look. "Sorry about her, please come in. Can I get you something to drink?" I offered as I lead them to the living room for them to sit. I noticed that Dad hadn't said anything or come down, so I assumed that he was in a 'business meeting' over the phone. "I'll take a beer" the hazel eyed man said, his voice was harsh. "Water is fine with me, thank you." The other man said and I went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of beer and water from the fridge for them.
Matt

I watched the fiesty red-head chick check me out as she circled around me. I'll admit, she is pretty cute. Maybe this job will be worth it, especially being able to get off on her before killing her. I let out a small chuckle as she failed to get past through us. "Sorry sweetheart, but you're not going anywhere without us." I teased, folding my arms across my chest, showing how big my muscles were. Soon another girl walked into the room. She had long blonde hair with green eyes, covered by black rimmed glasses. I could tell instantly that she was the gentle one between the two of them. She was cute too, but definitely way too soft for me. I'll let Zacky handle her, since I want to have fun with the fiesty one.

I nudge Zacky on the shoulder as we were now following the girls inside the house. I let out a small whistle as I looked around, seeing so many expensive items. I mean, I live in a nice large house, with expensive items of my own. I knew that Justin Jones was loaded, but that was because he stole from people who used to be his allies. We sat down in one of the various chairs in the living room, before the blonde girl offered us something to drink. "I'll take a beer." I ordered, ignoring the look on Zacky's face. I didn't give a rat's ass if asking for a beer right off the bat was rude and not classy.

Waiting for the our drinks, I watched the fiesty sister still glaring at us. I just gave her a smirk, showing her that I'm not going to be phased by her. The blonde girl came back with our drinks before sitting on the couch next to her sister. I took a sip of the beer, surprised that Justin had a good taste in beer. Still seeing that the red hair was glaring at me, I thought I would ruffle her feathers a bit for shits. "Take a picture, sweetheart. It will last longer." I teased, earning an annoyed nudge from Zacky.

July 15th, 2019 at 03:12am
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I narrowed my eyes when he called me “Sweetheart”. “The name is Kenna, not sweetheart. Pal,” I snapped at him. I squinted my blue eyes at Leya when she gave me her “quit your shit” look. “You and I both know this is ridiculous.” I muttered. I mean, for Christ sakes. We were grown adults. We could take care of ourselves. The last thing I needed was for some guy to be following me around and talking to me like a cocky asshole. Which is exactly what this man was doing.

Reluctantly though, I led the guys into the living room, gesturing for them to sit on the couch as I plopped down in an arm chair, crossing my right leg over my left, I leaned back and rested my head on my pointer and index finger. Listening as the green-eyed man introduced himself as Zack and the other one as Matt. I had to admit, Matt was a fine-looking man, he was an asshole though. Why did I always like the assholes? I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at loud when Matt told me to take a picture because it would last longer.

“See, I won’t need a picture, because despite my protests, you’re going to be following me around like a lost puppy. So, I think I’ll get to see plenty of your brooding face. But At least I’ll get to insult you on a daily basis.” I returned the tease, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “Now, I have shit to do, and if you’re not going to let me leave, then one of you needs to get off your asses. I have an appointment to keep and I’m not about to be late for it. So, lets go.” I snapped, standing up, I grabbed my leather jacket from the coat rack, followed by my motorcycle helmet. I wasn’t even going to bother to wait and see who was following me, but by the heavy footsteps, I sensed it was Matt. “Also, lets just get one thing straight,” I said turning to face him. “I do things on my own. That includes driving. Now, you can follow me in your own car, or you can get on the back of my bike, but I’m not letting you chauffer me around like a teenager without a license. Got it?”
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I looked at the feisty red head. She was definitely going to be Matt’s problem. My eyes snapped toward the other sister when I heard her soft voice come from the other direction. Her eyes were a beautiful green, and her blonde hair fell perfectly around her face. She was stunning, and honestly, the thought of doing what my father wanted done, to her…it made me sick. I smirked lightly whenever Kenna finally gave up. Following her into the living room, I sat down on the couch. Requesting a bottle of water, I jabbed Matt in the side whenever he requested a beer.

I made sure to introduce ourselves before the girl left. I was about to open my mouth to ask Kenna a question whenever Matt spoke. He was trying to get under her skin, and she was easily doing the same. It appears Matt had finally met his match whenever it came to sarcasm and douchey statements. I couldn’t contain my smirk when what she said seemed to get under his skin. Watching as she stood up, I watched Matt reluctantly look at her. I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting down her exposed back and down to her ass and toned legs. She was definitely Matt’s type.

Clearing my throat as the blonde reappeared, I chuckled lightly. “Thank you. It appears that your sister, isn’t too fond of the situation you guys have been placed in,” I said to her, taking a sip of my water. “I hope that I won’t bother you too much. I’m just here to keep you safe, I won’t invade your privacy any more than I’m required to, okay?” I said, II needed to get her to trust me and I figured this would be the best way to do so.

July 26th, 2019 at 07:27am
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Leya

I watched Kenna leave with Matt trailing behind, leaving me with Zack. Truth be told, I was glad that Matt volunteered to go with Kenna, because he honestly scares me. I mean both men are pretty scary looking, but I feel that Zack is a little more level headed and friendlier, I guess. Besides, I think Matt is good for Kenna as they are both equally fiesty. Maybe he'll get her to calm her shit. I thought to myself before returning to the living room. I handed Zack his water bottle before sitting on the same couch as him, but on the opposite end. I opened my water bottle and took a sip of the cold beverage as I listened to him speak.

"Yeah, she's not. I'm not either, but I also understand why we are placed in your care. I mean my sister and I literally should have not made out of that last drive by shoot out, alive." I told the man as I tucked my legs under my butt while facing him. "My dad's enemies have been plotting ideas and taking actions to kill my sister and I after my father had killed the wife of his enemy's leader when he saved us." I told him, figuring that he already knew about the situation, or at least the version my dad told him. "My sister and I were kidnap were taken as hostage along with the wife of the Avenged Sevenfold gang by a common enemy of my dad and Avenged. I don't know why Dad tortured that woman before killing her. She hadn't done anything to harm Kenna and I. In fact, she took care of us and kept us safe from the gang that kidnap us. I knew that she had to be a mother of her own because she had the motherly touch that reminded me of my own mother before she had passed away." I nibbled on my bottom lip, nervously as I looked away from the man. I don't know why I was telling Zacky all of this. I'm sure he didn't care, but I also still feel guilty how things went. "I don't really blame the rival gang for getting their revenge on him by causing harm to Kenna and I, because my father did a terrible and cruel thing. However, I wish that they would talk things out or at least cause harm to my father instead." She paused again as she realized how harsh that last statement sounded. "I love my dad, don't get me wrong. But he is responsible for this mess that has been created and I think he should be the one to end it."
Matt

I watched the fiery red hair girl with amusement while talking to me like she was in charge. My eyes followed her getting on the bike, before walking over to her to burst her bubble. I was easily able to peel her off from the bike before getting to the front. "Sorry baby girl, but you're not the one in charge here. So we can either do this the easy way, where you just suck it up and ride the back. Or we can do this hard way. Either works for me, but it's your choice." I taunted, but waited for her to decide. "Tick-tock sweetheart. I'm sure you don't want to make your tattoo artist mad by missing your appointment, and I'm sure you don't want to reschedule your appointment either." I continued. Thankfully Kenna finally gave in and climbed the back of the motorcycle, of course without mumbling a string of cuss words. I just let a soft chuckle escape my lips before starting up the motorcycle and heading off.

From the moment this fiesty girl spoke when Zacky and I showed up at her door, I knew she was going to be a pain in my ass. I have never met a girl who had the guts to back talk me and if she was any other girl who do this or even show any hint of attitude towards me, I would have easily put her in her place. Better yet, I would have killed her. Unfortunately I can't, I need to get this bitch to trust me before I can do anything to her. It's times like this I wish that Brian and Johnny have their shit together and be able actually complete their missions instead of leaving me to clean up after their asses. However, I'm not going to lie to myself that I enjoy this sick pleasure of torturing Kenna and her sister soon.

August 3rd, 2019 at 12:27am
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