The Gangleader's weakness

Chapter 7- Bitch✨

Chapter 7- Bitch

(This is edited but still may contain mistakes)

"Stop letting people who do so little for you control so much of your mind, feelings and emotions" - Will Smith

I hesitate but take the box from him, what of its a bomb? Or a spider? Or maybe a tiny ninja trained to kill 19 year old girls??

I gulp and slowly open it, surprisingly not a ninja...although I wish it was. When I see a beautiful diamond ring staring back at me. Ah fuck. Nooo.

Man, I must have been a serial killer in my past life to deserve this.

So....no fucking thank you. 

"What is this?" I question slowly, looking at the small black box and beautiful diamond ring staring back at me.

He swallows slowly looking down at me, before his face hardens suddenly.

"What the hell does it look like?" He snaps, then embarrassment fashes his defined features, but disappears as quickly as it comes.

"....it looks like you want to marry someone you met yesterday" I say in a 'duh' tone. Seriously what else does it look like?

"I'm mean, even if you do freakishly look like Theodore James. It's not the point you can't go marrying people just because you're sexy" I rant, then slap my hand over my mouth. Dammit Skylar you had one job. Don't say your innerthoughts out loud.

He smirks and raises his eyebrows.
"I can do what I want, it's a perk of being powerful" he retorts. I fold my arms and look away from him, knowing too well I didn't have a come back.

"Plus a promise ring what are we 15? You a murder, Storms killed hundreds of people, which innocents. I can't have anything to do with you or Storm" I mumble

He almost looks taken back

"Plus, so far, you've come off as a bit of an arsehole-" I'm cut off by his hand clamping across my mouth. Eww where has it been?

Damn I just called the most dangerous man in the world an asshole. Well you already slapped him, might as well insult him aswell. 

"Look, I don't need to help a weak little girl like you, but insulting me will only get you killed, or worse. Are we clear?" he says
"Liwe milf" I say with his hand clamped across my mouth. He looks confused for a second then takes his hand off.

"Like milk" I repeat. He looks at me puzzled. "You said "are we clear".." I say taking the mic of his voice "and milk isn't really clear is it-" I say but he cuts me off.

"For fuck sake just shut UP" He says annoyed.

 I frown "that's rude"

He goes to say something but a walkie-talkie goes off on his desk.

"There's a fight on the west wing...it's the new girl, do you want me too spit them apart? I mean the way she screams is entertaining" says a deep voice in a foreign accent. Which is hella sexy if I may add.

Theo grabs it off his desk saying something in a foreign language... also hella sexy.

"Come on" he says grabbing my arm and dragging me out of his office. He pulls me down the long twisting corridors, I'm suprised he honestly doesn't get lost, all the doors are white matching the walls, which occasionally the storm logo spattered across them.

Once we get to a room with loud cheering,  the mixture of alcohol, sweat and stake food hits my nose, making me stumble back. Theo's grip tightens on my arm pushing my forward

The room looks like a school canteen, with circler wooden tables splattered around the room, with chairs underneath them
My attention is brought to the corner of the room, to find a crowd of grown men, (and the occasional woman) huddled in the in the right corner chanting.

What are they summoning something? Where the hell am i??

"Muevete!" (move) Theo shouts once we get to the crowd, the men all go silent suddenly,  in either respect or fear.

Not much difference anymore.

The crowd splits apart leaving a pathway for us to walk down, half of them staring at confusion at Theo holding my arm. It must look nicer then it feels. Cause this bitch is hurting me.

Theo drops his iron grip from my arm, as I feel the circletation come back slowly. He waltzes up too a brown haired woman and picks her up by her neck. I look at him in shock. He pins her to the wall.

"I leave you idiots for a few minutes and this shit happens!" He yells looking at the crowd, causing some of them strink back in fear. I see the woman's face slowly starting to go purple.  he turns and glares at her.

"Tell me who you're working for or I'll have no problem beating you here and now, and trust me. Gender equality is important to me" he growls. Then drops her she lands on her knees gasping for breath.

Once her face goes back to her normal pale shade, she looks up at me and smirks.
"New toy Theodore?" She eyes me clear fully and I feel uncomfortable.

Toy? Bitch do I look like I choo choo train?

He picks her up by the collar of her purple shirt, that's stained with blood? I suddenly remember,
'sir it's the new girl'

I feel the colour drain from my face.
"Brooke" I whisper Theo turns to look at me, and the woman takes that opportunity to kick him in his jewels. He stumbles back his face scrunched in pain, but rage soon replaces it.  He kicks her in her stomach slamming her into the wall. She gasps for breath winded. He grabs her throat pressing his fingers her windpipe.  She claws at his hands and he headbutts her, making her pass out.

He drops her again and walks away from her. 
"You know where to put her Jacob"  he says pointing at a man hidden in the crowd.