More or Less {A.C.M}

1) He's In

“...it wasn’t an easy grab, Piper. At first he had no idea what was going on. He was seamlessly flirting with Yennah one minute, but then he saw the mark, and instantly drew the switchblade. Nearly caused a scene for the whole bar. He dragged her outside where he wasn’t expecting to find all of us, but he still put up a fight. Cut up Yennah pretty bad.” She continued.

“What’s her condition?” I demanded.

“Critical. Hadley’s seeing to her right now.” Paige answered, and before I knew it we had found our way to Carter’s holding cell.

“That’ll be all Paige.” I said, pushing open the door forcibly, automatically catching sight of three of my best girls circled around a bagged Carter, who was cuffed to the chair, his chest heaving up and down, not in exhaustion, but in aggravation. I could tell he was pissed.

I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of him sitting here defenseless in one of my cells. Ah, the irony. My gaze flashed to Kendall who was standing beside me, arms crossed stubbornly over her chest. I snapped my fingers, and instantly she stepped forward removing the sack from Carter’s head, allowing him to finally see.

As soon as his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he looked at us with disgust, and surprise clear in his eyes. “Carter, Carter, Carter.” I tisked, shaking my head mockingly.

“Piper.” Carter spat, eyeing my fiercely. Looking at him, I noticed his weapon choice wasn’t the only thing that had remained constant. He looked almost exactly the same aside from a  few new tattoos. Same layered brunette hair, same hazel eyes. Same old Carter.  “If it isn’t the magnificent Piper Mayes! Have you gotten taller?” Carter mocked, smirking, feigning interest.

“Ah, yes, and you haven’t changed one bit! I bet you’re still Dave’s little bitch too!” I smirked, raising my eyebrow challengingly. At my words his body tensed up, and his smirk dropped, leaving behind nothing but rage as he began to struggle wildly, pulling at the handcuffs to free himself. But, it was no use.

“I’m no one’s bitch!” He growled, glaring at me. If looks could kill…

I couldn’t help, but bust out laughing at his outburst, a few of my girls joining in. After controlling my laughter, I pretended to wipe a tear from my eyes. “Whew! That was almost believable!” I laughed, stepping up to him, and squatting down before his rigid figure. Reaching up, I took each of his fists in my hands, measuring his aggravation. His fists were balled up so tight he could have busted a few knuckles just sitting there, they were almost turning white.

“I know you a whole lot better than you think, Carter. Dave’s got you and your pistol whipped crew of kids bowing down to his every command. You know, it saddens me how… dependent you’ve become. You used to show such promise. We both know you hate it. Having no choice but to follow Dave’s orders like a little lost puppy? Being defenseless was never your forte.” I explained softly, looking directly into his eyes with determination. I was going to get his help if it was the last thing I ever did.

“You think you’re so damn smart, don’t you?” Carter snapped.

“I don’t think. I know. I also know that you and your crew want out. You want to fly as a solo crew. We can help.” I proposed, getting to my feet, standing over him.

“What’s a bunch of egotistical bitches gonna do for me? The only thing you’re good for is-” Was all Carter was able to get out before I pistol whipped his with my gun, causing his entire body to whip to the side, and a seemingly painful crack to sound out from his jaw.

“Watch what you say about me, and my gang, Carter!” I spat, pointing my gun directly in his face, hoping to send a clear message.

“This is why women shouldn’t run gangs. For one thing, you’re all too simple to stick through a fight. you’d rather just pull a trigger, and end it. No, you wouldn’t dare put your money where your mouth is.” Carter snapped before spitting out blood that had oozed into his mouth.

I couldn’t control my anger as I took my gun, and clocked him on the side of his head with it, hitting his eye before throwing it, and decking him in his other one. “How’s that for a fight? Keep in mind who you’re dealing with, Carter! This gang of egotistical bitches? We run a quarter of the U.S. Have ten times the experience you’ve got, and also, you should remember whose cell you're sitting in right now! We make you and your crew look like a bunch of misfits! We can handle our own. We’re giving you a chance to handle yours! You can either take our offer, and live to tell your story or by all means, I’m sure I can find you a pencil and some paper to write your will with.” I rambled furiously, letting my temper get the best of me, right as soon as I finished speaking, I threw my foot up, kicking his chair back, flipping him upside down.

Without waiting for his answer, I turned to storm out of the door, fed up with him. Kendall was right. This was pointless. Carter was pointless. I should have known he’d never help. He’s far too sexist to help a gang entirely composed of females. Especially one run by me.

“Wait!” He called out just as I went to pull on the door. I whirled around to face him as my girls pulled his chair back up. “What’s in it for you?” He asked quietly, his voice hoarse.

I turned my head to look at Quinn, and Bailey before quickly shooting my attention back to Carter. “Dave’s got something of ours. We want it back. You’ll help see that we get it. You in?” I explained, looking directly at him, awaiting his answer.

“I’m in.”