AN: Thanks to my reviewers who are still paying attention to this story and following along. Love you all!

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Kim smiled as the men from the clan they were hunting for, walked over, their eyes full of lust. "What duches. I can't believe they fell for that." She laughed. Alecia smirked. "What can I say? We all know that the brain of all men lay in their pants." The two laughed loudly, as Mya snorted, before the men finally arrived.

Kim winked, lighting a cigarette, Alecia, smirking and rubbing her thigh. "What can we do for you fine gentleman?" Mya asked, biting her bottom lip. The men talked between each other, and then one walked up, smiling. He had long blond hair, and was wearing a black t-shirt and leather jacket. "How about some fun?" He joked. Kim laughed, and gave a fake smile, turning away to talk with the other two.

"Damn this fucker is full of shit!" She hissed low. "Tell me about it..." Alecia rolled her eyes, a shill running down her spine from what they would do to them. "You know that they don't have to sleep with us? We can just do what we usually do."...

I know, I am still writting the my other fanfiction but I got the idea for this fanfic a few weeks ago and now I got like so many ideas that if I dont do it now later I will forget!! =S hehe so here it is!
oh and dont worry, Ragazze Normali...o no? is still up! I will update both stories ;D
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Characters info:

Scipio Massimo: (pronounced Scip-ee-oh)The Thief Lord. he is 18 years old and has dark brown eyes and raven black hair. He also wears a mask that was from the black plague. Scipio is clever and quick-witted, but he hates his father and being talked to as if he was a baby. He is the son of the King of Scarlatina, so that makes him a prince. He hates that part of his life. His father doesnt show any care or love to him. Scipio is constant beated by his father and he keeps remembering how ashamed he is of his own son. Scipio, while having no care for his father, has a kind heart, especially for poor children such as Sebastian, Bo, Reed, Devon and Brianna. Scipio keeps his life as a prince like a secret from his friends, they all think he is the best thief in Scarlatina. In...

AN: Yeah yeah, I know that I'm working on another fan fiction right now, but working on two isn't a crime! Anyway, this little note is just to list the warnings in this story:

- Very graphic violence.
- Very high use of foul language.
- Gang activities.
- High usage of drugs/alchohol.
- High usage of weapons.

If you do not wish to read a story with any of this, than turn back now.
Thank you.

Oh, by the way, the story title and chapter are both inspired by Madonna's brilliant songs

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BANG!
BANG!
BANG!

"Si! Oh joder! Tome que mierdas poco! Crees que puedes tener en neustor territorio puta madre? De ninguna manera ho! Si, correr de vuelta parra el culo punk mama que perra!"[1] Someone hissed through the dead night. Another loud bang, and a grenade goes off. "Si puta! Toma eso!"[2] Some laughed, before letting guns fire until the last shell went off.