~The Park/Ashley’s POV~

I ran to the park seeing Aiden with someone other people I ran over to them, and Aiden handed me a bottle of water. I finally can make out the one person drinking the water. "Mr.C what can I do for you?"

"Did you meet Kyla Woods at the party last night?" Mr.Carlin asked looking to me and then I shurged a little bit.

"Yeah I did but not personally. I mean she went off talking to Spencer but I stayed as close as I possible could without being noticed or suspect by Spencer." I say closing the bottle of water looking at him.

"Well thats fine and good just what did they discuss?" He asked raising a brow still looking at me.

"I don’t know yet but I made her promise to tell me later on today before she fell asleep. So I should know by sometime today." I say looking back at him.

"Once you find out call me and tell me exactly everything she says."

"What you want me to write it down as we go along? This way I remember word for word."

"Well not word for word. Just the main information." He says looking at me. "Remember Ashley I own you so don’t get any cute ideas when I say jump you say how high." He looks at Aiden. "Dinner this Sunday remind Spencer." He said as he started to walk away with the others heading towards a car.

I look to Aiden and shake my head. "Just ask whatever is on your mind."

"How does Mr.Carlin own you?"

"My father was murder by The Wood’s crime family along with my mother. Mr.C’s men came in before they had a chance to come after me. I was hiding under my bed. After I thought it was over I came out."

"So basicually there was a shoot out at your place?"

"Yeah and before you ask or cut me off again. Mr.C was a friend of my dads so I’ve known Spencer since I was little she just probably doesn’t remember because I didn’t come around since my parents where killed and I tottally had forgotten what she looked like. But anyways Mr.C came in after his men grabbed me he told them to release me. He found my Aunt on the Southside of town and thats where I’m from he checked on me ever once awhile I worked odd jobs for him. This life of violence is all I know so when I was sixteen I joined a gang which Mr.C did get me out of when he offered me this job. So in everything Mr.C owns me." I say looking at him again waiting for a reaction or something.