The Gangleader

Chapter five

Maya's POV

As I walk away from Ty I walk up the stairs to find Jackson's room.

I walk down the many hallways with many doors, taking a few turns I finally reach a dead end. In front of me stood a large, white, marbled doubled door. I knock on the door quietly, not hearing a sound, I open the door slowly.

The door revealed a massive room. It was painted in all white with black interior, with thick black velvet drapes hanging from the windows, the flooring was a dark wood, with a king size bed with red silk covers, facing the bed was 100in flat screen over a fireplace. It was incredible, it had white sculpted archways and a balcony overlooking the far city.

I walk around gazing at the scene.

"It's rude to barge in yano." A low voice said, looking behind me I see Jackson leaning against the bathroom door with a black towel around his waist.

"I-i knocked, But no one answered, so I walked in and.." I rambled on, trying to take my gaze off his beautiful body.

His dark hair was soaked, the water dripped down his tan, toned body. His arms were crossed which defined his strong veins popping out from his biceps.

Jackson walked away from the door, heading towards me. I was automatically pinned to the wall, his face was a touch away from mine, his warm breath against my cheek. Jackson's hand rested above our heads. He leaned his head down towards my ear.

"There are clothes waiting for you in the bathroom with a towel," Jackson whispered, he then backed away smirking, heading towards his drawers.

I quickly rush to the bathroom, hiding from how flustered I was. There were dark granite counter tops, with two sinks attached. There was a hot tub in the corner along with a clear, see-through glass shower to it's left, above me hung a white crystal chandelier.

I turn the handle, setting it the warm water, stripping I step into the shower. I ran my hands through my hair rethinking all the events that have occurred. Many thoughts rushed through my head if anything I felt frustration, I began to cry in anger, upset with myself in letting any of this happen, I'm so stupid. I banged my fist on the shower wall.

Getting out of the shower I grab a towel hanging on the hook. I dry myself off throwing on the set of laid out clothes for me, which consisted of a simple white T-shirt, and a pair of black shorts. Looking in the mirror I brush my teeth and brush out my long dark brown hair.

Opening the door, Jackson sat on the bed flipping through TV channels with remote in hand. He had on a pair of grey sweatpants with no shirt.

Walking towards the bed Jackson's attention turns toward me. 

"Do you not own a shirt?", I scoff, causing him to chuckle. "So where do I sleep?" I cut to the chase.

"With me," Jackson replies plainly, I then glare towards Jackson, who now had his head turned towards the TV again.

As if he could see my stunned expression he turned towards me, "I want you to be safe." Jackson said patting a spot next to him.

"Excuse me? I can take care of myself, and are you insane? I don't even know you!"

"I said, you're sleeping with me." he gritted his teeth. Rolling my eyes, I climb up onto the lifted king size bed. 

Jackson's attention was now on the TV, which was currently playing Criminal Minds. Which is ironic considering the fact he is technically a criminal, which I'm surprised the cops haven't caught him yet.

I slowly climb underneath the warm soft covers, too tired to care I fell into a deep slumber.

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I wake up to the sun shining through the curtains, I try getting up to stretch but I realize a strong pair of arms were holding me. 

I look down seeing Jackson snuggling into my stomach with his hands wrapped protectively around my waist. I try to move myself out his grip but his strong arms kept pulling me back.

Mine. I hear him mumble

"Jackson!" I say slapping him in the shoulder, His head slowly comes up showing his cute morning face. His hair fell messily around his head, he rubbed his eyes looking up at me. He then lifted his body stretching his tense muscles.

Suddenly I'm pulled into big arms, Jackson held me in his large arms protectively.

"Mine." He whispers.

Jackson's POV

"Mine," I whispered.

I don't understand why I want her. I don't know why I'm so attracted to her, but I do know that she's mine and only mine.

I finally let her go slowly climbing off my bed, I go to my drawer throwing on a red V neck and black jeans with all black vans.

"I'll be back," I say brushing my hands through my hair as I head to the bathroom. "I want you to stay in this house," I say starting to brush my teeth.

Finishing I continue, "Lizzie will answer any of your questions and the maids can help you around. The black door is off limits, I have a meeting in there so do NOT come in." I then leave the room heading towards my office a few doors down.

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"So what's the problem?" I ask sitting at my desk, Bud and Scott sat in front of me.

"It's the girl," Bud said rolling his eyes,

"No, no it's not," Scott said shooting his eyes towards him.

"What about the girl," I said sounding angry.

"No, bud just doesn't like the girl, he thinks she'll get in the way. But that's not why we're here." Scott says reassuringly,

"Yeah, whatever," Bud says with an attitude.

"Then what the hell is so important!?" I yell banging my fist on the desk,

"We have a problem." Scott continued hesitantly 

"Yeah it's that girl," Bud boomed, 

"Quiet!" I yelled, gripping the sides of my chair.

"I understand you've lost someone you've loved. But I don't need you to hate my girl for it, we all stick together. We're a team." I say sternly.

"Ok." Is all he manages to say looking down.

Bud lost someone he loved 2 years ago, he thought after he'd turn 22 he'd be okay, but he wasn't. He had been the first one to meet a girl in the gang at age 17, they were together till he was 20 and Lucas and his gang took her away. He tried to find her for the longest time but he failed. Ever since then he's changed, he's more ruthless, cruel and mean.

"So what's the problem." I continued, nodding for Scott to go on.

"We have another party we have to attend to." Scott rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

"At my parents?" I sighed sitting back in my chair.

My parents are nice people, well besides the fact that my dad runs his own gang. The problem is, is that we're always going to some huge formal party at there mansion and Bud complains because there are too many old people. The problem for me is that there always expecting something different from me, but nothing ever really changes. It just gets tiring when they throw millions of parties a year.

"Yep." Scott breathes out, 

"When is it?" I ask, sitting back up in my chair.

"Tomorrow night." Bud puts in.

"Alrig-" I begin to say,

"Jackson!!" I hear someone scream cutting our conversation off, I jump up from my chair following the screams that lead downstairs.

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