The Gang Leader's Iris

29// Drunk

A/N:
Just a heads up, this chapter is longer than my normal chapters. Sorry.
Also I'm thinking about doing a cover contest. Thoughts...

~Yes

~No

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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"This place is amazing." I say, for probably the millionth time since we got here, as I walk down the streets of New York and take in more of the scenery like a five year old would look at Disney land.

"Yeah, yeah, chill out, short-stack" Ian chuckles.

"Shut up." I snap, kicking his leg.

"Wow, that hurt so bad." He exclaims, sarcastically.

"Do you want it to hurt?" I ask, giving him a smart ass look.

"Bring it on." He smirks. A grin rises to my lips while my foot rises to his balls.

"Did that hurt?" I ask, innocently. His hands move down to his lower area and he almost falls to the ground. Mahogany starts laughing and high fives me before patting Ian's back.

"You should know better than to mess her, bro." Mags says and Ian shoved her away.

"Shut up." He grumbles.

"Come on, bub, we got places to be." I say, turning around and continuing to walk.

"We're just going to the grocery story." Mags reminds me.

"Oh, right," I chuckle, looking back to see Ian trailing behind Mahogany and I. "Aww, Ian, you okay?"

"You don't kick a man in his nuts." He grumbles.

"Sorry," I giggle, standing on my tippy toes and kissing his cheek. "Better?"

"No." He mutters. I peck his lips and he shakes his head. Another chuckle escapes my mouth before my lips connect with his. His arms circle around my waist and mine around his neck. I pull back and smile up at him.

"What about now." I smirk.

"Maybe." he retorts dipping his head to kiss me again.

"Maybe," I grin, detaching myself from him completely. "Is good enough for me." I pat his chest and catch up with Mahogany.

"You two done?" She asks once our steps align.

"Yeah." I chuckle.

"Good." She sighs.

"I thought you were excited that we're dating." I tease.

"I am, but you making out with my brother is just," she shivers and makes a gagging motion. "Is just, I'm not ready for that."

"I'll keep that in mind." I smile stepping into the little shop on the street corner. We buy the things that we were sent out to get and walk back to the penthouse.

"So what room am I suppose to stay in?" I ask Mags as we put the groceries in the away.

"There are five rooms so you can stay in the guest room or in mine." She says,throwing the bags away.

"You can have your room to yourself and I'll take the guest one." I retort, hopping up on the counter and drinking some of my tea.

"My room has space for you if you change your mind." She smirks.

"Why would I change my mind?" I ask.

"The guest room is for about eight people to stay in at a time." She answers. "It has four bunk beds that are built into the wall and sofas and a coffee table. If you stay in there it would be weird."