I sit on the edge of Ryder's bed as I listen to Ryan's phone call. He's talking with his father. Apparently, Ryder held a gang meeting to talk about his father. He told the gang something like he doesn't think his father is loyal to their gang anymore.
"Honestly, I don't know what to do now. He turned the whole gang against you." Ryan pauses, probably because his father says something.
"You could try leaving," I throw in my two-cents.
"Shut up," he growls at me. "No, not you. I'm at his apartment with her now. Oh no," he smirks at me, "Neither has any idea about what I've got."
My stomach twists in knots but I don't keep my face in an annoyed stare. "I bet you don't have anything."
"Believe what you want to."
"Oh, I will."
"Ryan!" Ryder storms into the apartment.
"Looks like its a party now!" Ryan calls sarcastically.
Ryder runs into his room, relief flooding his features when he sees me.
"We were just about to go on a stroll, care to join, little brother?"
"Fine." Ryder slips his arm around my waist protectively. I do all I can to prevent myself from gritting my teeth. He still thinks I'm a weakling that needs his protection. I'm not weak and I definitely don't need him.
"I think we should visit, dear ole Dad," Ryan says, leading us to a fancy car.
"I don't think so," Ryder stops walking.
"Get in the car, Ryder."
"Remember your place, Ryan."
"My place? Oh I know my place. I am your older brother and you do as I say."
Ryder lets out a cold, heartless laugh. "Your place is below me. Now that Burkham is dead, I am-" When Ryder looks at me, he stops talking quickly.
"What?" I ask.
"Yeah, Ryder, what is it?"
Ryder clenches his jaw, "You know that I lead this gang now."
My jaw drops, then absentmindedly I take a step out of his grip.
"Princess," he turns to me.
My heartbeat picks up and pounding fills my ears. I lead this gang now. He is a gang leader. Gang. Lead. Gang leader.
"What did you do?" My voice comes out simple. Like I asked him about his weekend plans.
"Nothing. He died of old age and I was simply promoted, I promise."
I accept it, then look at him. "So you're a gang leader?"
He nods, looking nervous.
Tucking aside my own nervousness, I pull up my act. "I have to admit, it's kind of hot."
He laughs, then wraps his arms around my waist and places a gentle kiss on my lips. When we separate, we turn to Ryan.
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Teen Fiction*Spinoff of Black Combat Boots* Brianna Johns, daughter of Dylan and Zach Johns. She's had a somewhat normal life, as normal as your life can be with seventeen cousins, plus one on the way, and two sisters. But with their large family, they've survi...
