The Gang Girl

Chapter 36- Hospital Observations

AN// So I have come to the conclusion that I am a terrible updater and don't deserve all of you marvelous readers. This probably isn't the chapter you were expecting, but once again, writer's block made me its bitch. Thank you for your patience xxx// 

Neither of the gangs moved.

Not when I kneeled beside him and pushed his hair out of his face.

Not when he opened his eyes and remained where he was, knowing there was no point in fighting anymore.

Not when I stood up and held my good hand out for him to take.

No one dared breathe when I walked out of the ring, leaving him standing there looking at the ground and grabbed Haydn's dog tag from the table.

It wasn't until I clipped the chain around his neck did he lift his head to look at me, questions in his eyes.

"In my gang, it's tradition for a passed away gang member's dog tag to go to the person they were closest with in the gang, or if they say otherwise, in their personal life. He never specified which he'd preferred." I will my voice to stay steady.

"I know you used to patch him up. He'd never let me do it. It was always you. You'd piece him back together. I think it's time he helped piece you back together."

Blue takes in a shuddering breath, lifting a hand to finger the cross cut-out on the chain.

"I hope one day you can forgive me, for taking him from you. I didn't kill him. But I stole him away from you. I hope one day, if not for our own, but for his sake, we can sit down and talk. If you need anything, you have my number."

He nods, still fingering the chain.

I turn on my heel and walk to Xander, the sea of people parting around me. I reach him and turn to face the crowd, clutching my broken arm to my chest. I will myself to sink back into that deadly, emotionless state, keeping my face blank, unreadable, my voice soft yet commanding.

"The deal with this battle was if I lost, my gang would offer its services to yours whenever you called on us. Winning entitles me to the leadership of your gang, and if I decide I want nothing to do with you, you're sworn by an oath to never impeach on our turf again. It has caused too much pain already. The fight is over. Turn to each other, as brothers and sisters, knowing that from now on, you are not enemies, but allies."

No one says a word until one of the men in the gang I had just won places to fingers on the left-hand side of his brow and looks at me, no hint of defiance in his expression. The rest of the gang follow suit, no one making a move to oppose the deal.

Alpha and the crew break the stillness of fresh allegiance, erupting into cheers and whoops, dispersing through the crowd to introduce themselves to the members of my new gang.

"Very well done, Fighter." Xander murmurs in my ear.

"I'll be staying here in America until I finish my degree. You'll still be heading the gang. If you need to make any minor decisions, do it in accordance with the allegiance. Any major ones, contact me and we'll work it out from there. I think it's time we had some peace." I look up at him, only to cringe when someone knocks into me, jolting my arm, drawing my attention to the two gangs mingling around us.

"Come, I'll drive you to the hospital. I wouldn't be surprised if you have a concussion as well."

I nod my head, distracted by a movement towards the back of the room.

We make our way through the crowd, Xander doing his best to keep the people away from my arm.

I snag Elijah on the way out, snarling at him that he was going to get his hand checked or I'd actually make sure it was broken so he'd have to get it checked. He follows on without much protest afterwards.