My Gang Leader Boyfriend

Chapter 12: Just Like Last Time

A/N: The picture above is Maverick's house.

MAVERICK

"Maverick? Can you come here please?" My dad asked from the kitchen.

I got up off of our white cushioned sofa and met him in the kitchen. He was sitting at the island table and looking at his phone.

"Yeah, dad?" I asked as I stood in the doorway with my hands in my jean pockets.

"Why has Pedro just informed me that you gave him a mouthful over the phone, not too long ago?" He questioned as he met my eyes with a glare.

"He just informed you?" I scoffed, "that was ages ago! Why's he only telling you know? Does he want to get me into shit or something?"

"Because he didn't want you to go over there and kick his ass for tellin' me." He asked, narrowing his eyes.
I have a tendency to hurt things or people when I'm angry. Its usually the latter...

"Well I wouldn't have kicked his ass too bad for saying then, but a week later? Seriously?" I yelled. I really don't like Pedro. He's old and not useful to me. He's never like me anyway, he's always making snide comments about how I'm not ready to lead our gang, not ready to take on a big role like leader, and that I'm too young and naive. My dad's gonna retire soon and I'm going to be taking over the Silver Demons. When that day comes, he's not gonna be my second in command, that's for sure.

"Why did you yell at him in the first place, Mav?" He pressed, leaning on the island top, still glaring at me.
He doesn't like it when I interfere with his men, but I don't like it when his men interfere with mine!

"He was sticking his nose in my men's jobs. In my business. You don't like it when my guys mess with your guys, so why's it okay for yours to mess with mine, huh?" I snarled, standing straight and returning his glare.

"Because I'm in charge, not you. My men and your men do what I say! None of them, including you, wouldn't be anywhere without this gang- without me!" He fired back, slamming his fist on the island top.

"You know what? Fuck this." I declared as I through my hands in the air and turned to walk out the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" He growled.

"Out." I replied dryly, grabbing my leather jacket and keys from the sofa.

"I'd better not have a phone call from jail. I won't be answering. Just like last time." He hollered as I opened the front door.

"Wouldn't expect you to." I retorted before slamming the door.

I walked over to my car, hopped in and sped off. Where I'm going? No clue. But I need a drink.

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LOUIS

I was getting out the last of the cups from the packet and placing them on the kitchen side, when Emily walked in.

"We need more cups." I informed her as I dished out the last of the red cups.

"I'll send Tiff, I need to move all of mum's valuables." She said as she started moving the vases into the walk-in-cupboard next to me.

Just then, Tiffany walked in, still in her denim shorts and blue tank top, but she'd added some make-up to her look.

"Speak of the devil..." I said as she walked over and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

"I forgot my trident, it's in my cave." She retorted as she started pouring herself some water from the water dispenser on the fridge.

"All you need now is a tail, because you've got the horns." Emily teased from the cupboard.