The Gangleader

Chapter four

Maya got up to leave, but I grabbed her arm.

"You stay here," I growl.

Maya's POV

BAM BAM BAM

A loud shooting noise was heard, I covered my ears quickly.

"I WANT EVERYONE OUT RIGHT NOW!" Jackson announces loudly, "IF NO ONE MOVES SOMEONE DIES." he continues, pointing his gun towards random people.

In seconds a swarm of people left running out of the doors. Minutes later the Mansion was empty with empty bottles, cups, and trash covering the floor.

A lot of thoughts had been running through my head, Who was that Lucas guy, why do all of these boys have guns and matching tattoos, and what the hell had I gotten myself into.

I grabbed my phone getting up to leave, but Jackson quickly grabbed my arm.

"You stay here," he growled in my ear.

Fuck.

I look at the rest of the boys who were now smoking a joint as if nothing had just happened. Scott was still holding Lizzie, who was now looking at me with a worried expression.

"No, I'm not staying here!" I yell, "I don't want any part of this.. 'Thing', especially after that incident, are you fucking insane?! ", I say pointing at all of them.

Jackson's grip tightened. "You're staying here." He raised his voice.

"No!" I yell, trying to get out of his grip. "Get off of me!" I finish.

"You're keeping you're ass here!" Jackson yells with a deep powerful voice, " And I don't want to hear another word from your fucking mouth! I don't want Lucas taking you!" Jackson yelled, letting go of my arm he pushed me towards Lizzie.

I rub my now red arm. Why did he even care about Lucas taking me, I don't understand how I had any part of this, I don't even know any of these people.

"Lizzie go bring her upstairs to my room," Jackson said with a stern look.

"Ok," Lizzie said, pulling herself off of Scott.

Lizzie grips my hand gently, leading me upstairs.

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"What the hell is going on? I'm not staying here! I know nothing, this is insane! None of this is normal!" I exclaim, Lizzie just continues digging through her drawers.

Lizzie stops what she's doing and tosses me a T-shirt with a pair of leggings. "It's... Hard to explain." Lizzie says hesitating while she continues to dig through her drawer.

"I don't care, tell me," I say irritated, While I start to take my dress off.

"Well, don't freak out but.." Lizzie trails off, throwing her shirt on. I finish putting my outfit on as I look up at her with concern.

"This is insane!" I yell, sitting on the leather bench that sits in front of the king size bed.

"This is a gang.. and Jackson is the Gang leader," Lizzie says picking at her nails. I look up at her with a shocked face.

"You're fucking joking right?" I say,

"No, no I'm not." Lizzie replies. "but I promise you once you stay here long enough everyone's really nice.. and it's really not as bad as It sounds." Lizzie reassures me as she sits next to me placing a hand on my arm.

"What?! Stay here?! I have a life, why would I just randomly stay here?! With people who I don't know and most importantly who are dangerous!" I shift my body away, standing up I head towards the door. 

"May-", I cut her off quickly,

"I just need time to think," I mumble, I then head out the door walking down a hallway with many doors and entrances.

I can't believe whats going on, I can't be apart of some gang, I can't be with a gang leader. Not like I am or anything. I can't believe Lizzie's used to this life, this is insane, I already have personal issues, I don't need more trouble.

I walk down to the bar I was at a few hours ago. I grab a bottle of vodka, taking the entire bottle I take a huge sip. Looking over to my left I see an unlit joint, taking the joint I walk around the bar to find a lighter. I take the joint between my fingers lighting it.

Taking another sip of the vodka I hold a joint I found, to my lips inhaling a hit.

"What's a pretty little thing doing with vodka?" I hear someone chuckle.

I look up to see Ty looking over the bar where I sat on the floor.

I ignore him exhaling the smoke, with the vodka bottle sitting next to me. We aren't friends, so I don't know why he's even talking to me, does he not remember what happened in the alley.

"You know, you must be really special if Boss wants to keep you," Ty says hopping over the bar table.

"Yeah, whatever," I say inhaling another hit.

"You know, we're not that bad," Ty says smiling, placing a seat next to me.

"You're joking right." I scoff while exhaling the smoke through my nose.

"We're not. I mean Jackson has his tempers but we're fine." Ty insists, placing his hand on my shoulder reassuringly.

"Yeah, you're all really nice, especially the other night in the alley." I spit, getting up I keep my joint in between my fingers leaving Ty speechless.

I already can tell being here is going to be a pain the ass.

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Another ending.

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