"You have to stay here," Jay told me, passing me an egg to crack.
"I can't," I replied, cracking the egg carefully and grabbing the whisk in front of me, "I do have a gang to run."
"Oh right," he groaned playfully, turning me slowly, "you don't look like a gang leader right now."
"What do I look like right now?" I asked, my tone amused, as I looked down at the loose black shirt hanging from my body, covered in stray flour and creases from being slept in.
"Like Anna," he smiled, passing me another egg. My throat closed up slightly, but I managed a small smile, as he turned away from me.
"Are you sure cupcakes are the best idea for breakfast?" I questioned, as he gathered the rest of the ingredients needed, including a cup of fatty looking butter and grainy sugar.
"I hate to play the grandma, but you have to get some fat on that body of yours," he grinned, poking me in the ribs.
"Well, the greater my mass, the slower my acceleration, which is my advantage in a fight-" I began, a smirk already growing on my face.
"It's fine, you can squish them to death," he assured me, dumping the sugar and butter into a separate bowl.
"Squish them to death?" I choked out, laughter echoing through the room.
"Yup," he said, the cheeky smile still evident on his face.
"Fine. I'll squish them to death," I huffed, rolling my eyes at his childishness.
"Good. Now, you're staying here, and that's final. I don't want to hear that shit about putting me in danger. We'll go by your place, grab some of your things, and come back here. You can't be alone. Not now," he ordered me, a momentary look of seriousness flashing across his eyes, before being replaced once more by a warm grin.
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Bloody Hearts ✔️
Teen FictionShe's been raised to be heartless. He's been raised to be ruthless. She feels trapped. He feels tied down. She is broken. He is bloody. They aren't perfect. They're beautiful. - - Adrianna has been leading the "Black Cobra" gang since her fa...
