Snippet #1844543

Replica

Alice stood there staring at the Virus leader as he began his little rant. She didn’t understand what his problem was with her. Every time he dropped in he always seemed to have a go at her. Maybe it was the fact that Michael accepted her into the gang without his father permission. No matter what his reasons were it was starting to really piss her off. She wished the man would just retire already and go home.

She rolled her eyes hearing him speak about how one of his connections didn’t want to do business with them anymore because of what she did. It’s always business with him. Funny how he has done dealings for so many decades and the city is still not his. If only he would open his eyes and realise a new approach is needed. Her hands turned into fists by her side hearing him talk about what a foolish man his son was. She so badly wanted to open her mouth and tell him what he was saying wasn’t true. However, she knew her words would just in one ear and then out of the other. Michael never listened to her, no matter how many times she ‘opens her legs’ he always did what he wanted. If she did have Michael wrapped around her little finger she would’ve gotten rid of Tyrone a long time ago. She was trying her hardest not to just leap out at him and tackled him to the ground before beating the shit out of him when he basically called her a slut. Watch your back! Alice flicked her hair over her shoulder and kept her eyes locked on his, to show that she wasn’t afraid of him.

She didn’t look to surprise at the fact he was stripping her from her power. It wasn’t really like she was top dog anyway; people just seemed to listen to her all the time because they know of her bad temper. Let’s see how long it will take for your empire to crumble without me keeping them in line. Alice smirked a little but it immediately dropped as she heard someone behind her snicker. Her head shot around at the group of gang members. Her eyes glaring at the group as they immediately off move a little left and right to reveal the one who mocked her.

Once Tyrone left, Alice turned and strutted towards the guy who had laughed. “What’s so funny?” She moved her head in so her lips were right next to his ear, “Just cause I’m on the bottom doesn’t make me your bitch.” Without a warning she kneed him in his private area and then grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into a nearby wooden table corner. The guy fell to the ground in agony but she wasn’t done yet. Alice dragged him back to his feet by the neck and smashed his head against the wall. The gang member fell to the floor unconscious. “Now you’re my bitch.” She turned to the rest of the group, “anyone else care for a laugh.” Everyone seemed to turn their heads away. “Didn’t think so….what’s the plan Sasha?” Alice didn’t mean to sound rude but she couldn’t help but be a little upset about not being able to call the shoots anymore. She slumped down on the couch and began to watch television.