Gang Leader | jmb & rjs

Chapter 4

The van eventually stops and hear some talking and a car door slamming open. I then got picked up and thrown on a shoulder, a different shoulder. Not very comfortable to be honest.

I don't think im in the best situation to still be a little tipsy but we'll see how this plays out.

I then get placed on a chair roughly.

"Be careful with her god damnit"

"Sorry boss"

I hear two voices

"Just go, I'll take care of her"

Then the black bag gets ripped of my head. Bright lights were on, I couldn't see anything. I was squinting to try and see the person that had just removed the lovely accessory they had decided would make my outfit look so much better i should say thanks. I laugh at my thought

And open my eyes properly the boy from earlier looks at me confused.

"What?" He asks

"Nothing" i reply

"Tell me" he slams his hands on the table between us

"Chill, just a joke with myself"

He rolls his eyes and leaves the room. Now im alone. I take this moment to look around the room. Nothing special a room with two chairs, very uncomfortable by the way, and a table between the chairs. No windows oh and a camera, that's creepy.

The boy walks in again, well I wouldn't say boy i mean a man but he looks young, i would guess maybe about twenty years old. Somewhere around there.

He comes in with a plate of food. He places it on the table along with a glass of water. The food was an apple, a bag of cheetos and a slice of pizza. I give him a questioning look. He looks at me and then the food nodding at it while looking back at me. Signaling me to eat the food. I was hungry but really i could do with taco bell, and what if the guy gets inspiration from disney movies and poisoned my apple. I'll keep in my mind to avoid that.

I go for the cheetos and start eating. When i finish bag of cheetos im full.

"Can i go wash my hands?" I ask showing my hands

"No" he says with a stern voice

"Oh,ok" i mumble to myself staring at my cheeto dust filled hands

"You can always lick the dust off" he says with a a smirk

"Nah im good" i take a small sip of the water and pour the rest of it on my hands to wash the dust off

"Well that was a good meal-ah fuck" i say when i start getting a headache from all the drinking earlier i knew I would regret those shots

"Headache?" He asks

I nod in response

"Deal with it" he says and gets up and leaves

I think i should start acting nicer to these people, more in particular this guy he seems like someone i don't want to mess with