No Church in the Wild [Les Twins Fanfic]

ONE.

"I tell you, eat every day, you not listen." Laurent says, grabbing the young looking girl's arm. "You get so small, people think you my little sister."

"Shut up, Lau." She says, swatting his arm away. "I have been eating."

"What you eat last?" He asks, crossing his arms and giving her a look. She looks away, searching for something to say. He was right. Her eating habits had changed a bit, but that was only because the amount of food was diminishing. She wasn't the one who did the dirty work, they were, so what point was it for her to be eating? What if they passed out on the job? She couldn't have that. That would kill her, to hear that someone was harmed and probably robbed. Passing out was not good.

"Some toast." She says, still not looking in his eyes. He'd know she was lying.

"Melie, look at me." He orders, and she closes her eyes. "Melie!" He grabs her arms, turning her to face him and her eyes open.

"Laurent, I'm sorry, but-"

"No! You have to eat. You can not starve."

"I'm not starving. It's just, I understand that you and Larry have to eat more than I do-"

"Why you think that? We eat the same. When we not have you, then what we do? What all those people counting on you do? We can no take over, me and Larry can no speak english good. We can no talk to these people. You can, that's why you in charge."

"Laurent, I can take care of myself." She says, grabbing Laurent's wrists. "Stop worrying about me." Laurent lets her go, watching as she runs a hand through thick auburn curls.

"I can not help it." He mutters, and her lips upturn into a smile.

"I know." She says, looking around. "Where's Larry?"

"My brother is sleep." Laurent says, and Amelie nods.

"What's your schedule for today?"

"Three spots. Then we done."

"Clear them." She says, her tone changing from light hearted to authoritative. She was in charge around here, and no one had a problem with it. Everyone who worked under her had seen her as a sister, and each other as family. No one wondered why this small, young looking girl had managed to rule men ages eighteen to thirty, some of them 6 feet and higher. All they knew was that she took care of them, and made sure they ate and had money and were able to take care of their families in ways that might have been illegal, but they weren't caught. She watched over them. She gave them signals and made sure none of them had gotten the short end of the stick.

She took care of them so well and her identity to others outside of the gang stayed hidden. No one would expect her to be in charge of a gang either. But she was. This short, adorable little black girl was a gang leader. And she wore it with pride. It was adorable, really.

She also had a bad temper. To outsiders, seeing this little girl yell at these tall, buff men would be hilariously cute, but to those tall buff men, it was no joke. They didn't play around with her. She was very kind and loved people to a fault and put all of them before her, but oh Lord let this girl find out someone's been fucking around with her or her men, she'll kill.

Especially if it was her twins that were getting fucked with.

Those twins shadowed her. They went with her everywhere. They did everything for her. Word was that she had found them on the street like a couple of strays, malnourished and dehydrated, and took them in and nursed them back to perfect health and they never left. No matter what the story is, they would and have killed for her. They loved her more than they loved themselves. They were there in the beginning and will be there until the end.