The Gang Leader's Iris

32// Stay With Me

I sit down in the back of Mahogany's closet and try to breathe softly. I turn off my phone and camouflage myself behind some clothes. The sound of foot steps in the hallway reaches my ears and my breathing softens even more. The sound of the bedroom door swinging open gets me to stop breathing all together. Light footsteps sound around the room and eventually reach the closet door.

The door opens and the light flicks on as I grow even quieter, if that's even possible. "Come out, come out where ever you are." Diego says.

He searches around the closet and walks past the spot where I'm still hidden behind some shoe boxes and hung up clothes. "I know you're in here, Riss." He comments.

Just as he's about to give up, my hand slides off the wall and I fall flat on my face, making a loud thud. I look up to see him standing in front of me with a smug smile on his face. "Hi..." I trail.

"Hi," he greets, his smirk growing. "btw's you're out."

"Thanks for the info." I say, sarcastically "mind helping me up?"

"Nah, I don't mind at all." he chuckles and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. "Back to the living room we go."

"I can walk." I mutter.

"Can you?" He asks with sarcasm "that's cool." I sigh and just keep quiet till we get to the living room.

"Ian," I whine, upon entering the living room. "Make him put me down."

"Diego." Ian grumbles, not bothering to look up from his phone.

"What?" He asks, trying to sound innocent. "I have done both wrong."

"Put her down." He sighs, the frustration evident on his face and in the position he is sitting in.

"Kay..." Diego trails, setting me down on the floor. Ian's expression becomes more perplexed as he continues to stare at his phone. As I take a seat, he gets up and walks to his room.

"What's his problem?" Mags asks no one in particular.

"I don't know." Kyle answers, standing up to go find out what's going on with his cousin.

"Don't," I say to Kyle, knowing that if he goes to talk with Ian it most likely won't end well. "I'll go talk to him."

"Ok," he nods, sitting back down. I stand up and walk up the stairs to Ian's room. My hand turns into a fist and knocks softly on the bedroom door.

When there is no reply I knock again a bit louder. "Ian? Are you ok?" I ask and again there is no answer so I open the door and peek my head in. He's laying on his bed with his phone still in hand. "Hey..." I say softly.

"I'm busy." He retorts, continuing to stare at his phone.

"With what?" I ask, stepping in and shutting the door behind me.

"Business." He mutters. I sigh and sit down next him on his bed.

"Ian?" I ask, placing my hand on the back of his head and playing with his hair.

"I've just got a problem with a shortage of money and I have to figure it out before I send a shipment. Which that shipment needs to be sent by tomorrow because we're leaving tomorrow." He answers, rubbing his face.

"What's the problem with the money?" I ask.

"A buyer of mine hasn't payed for his goods, so I'm short about 2 grand and I can't figure out where the bastard is." He rants and I move my hand down to his neck to sooth him. "I need to find him so I can get the money; plus interest."