Running With The Gang Leader

Eighteen

Tilly wasn't too hard to find. Hunter and I had decided to go back to the Silver Blades clubhouse so Jason thought we were going on our 'date'. When we got there,  Hunter told me he'd had the place cleaned up, and the only items left was the gym equipment and all the tables and chairs for the games hall. It was being auctioned off in a week.

We sat at a table next to each other, frowning at the screen. We had found her social media accounts, and we were currently on her Instagram. On a post date 4 years ago. Tilly was wearing some pretty red dress, and Zamon was wearing a suit, looking so young. They both looked so young. But it was the fact Zamon was down on his left knee with his right hand in the air, holding a ring box with a shiny diamond ring sitting in the centre, that shocked us both. We turned to look at each other.

"They were engaged." Hunter said, his eyebrows raised. I continued to stare at the computer. The background looked familiar. I leant in.

"What is it?" Hunter asked, then followed my action.

"This place is where they sometimes hold the Ally meeting between all the gangs." He turned to look at me.

"We had those once a year. But you can't take dates? It's gang business, so why was she there?" he asked.

"Maybe she was in the gang? Or apart of an ally one? We'll just have to talk to her, 'cause we're not gonna find out anything else online." I packed up my laptop and he pushed me out to the car.

"Does that mean we can go on an actual date?" Hunter asked excitedly as he began to drive. I laughed, and told him yes.

***

We made it back to the clubhouse just after 5, so when we entered, the room was full to the brim with men, new and old. Jason was up on the stage, and he glared as we rolled in. I gave him a sheepish smile.

"Okay, so considering Masen has revoked his leadership, by default his second and third in command are also deducted from they're roles. I am the leader of this gang, Jack is my second, but we do not have a third now that Zamon has stepped down, so for now, we will have a temporary one, until we can decide what to do. I want everyone to each write down someone's name on a piece of paper, then put it in the cardboard box at the edge of the stage. It can be anyone you want, and the person with the most votes does not have a say about their new position. So, choose wisely. The votes will be counted at eight o'clock tonight. I'm also informing you that we are moving clubhouses. Now that the gang has more than tripled in size, we require a new one. I have already selected a place that is big enough, and we move in one week. The only people who will not be living in the clubhouse are the ones with families or are under the age of eighteen, but the option is still available if you are. It is too dangerous to have us all split up, so this is what's going to happen. That is all, you're all dismissed." Everyone began moving, with a large number heading to the exit. Hunter quickly wheeled me to my room, and left me with a kiss on the forehead.

***

I sat with a book in my hand as a knock on my door started me. I wheeled over to it and opened it, expecting Hunter or Holland. Instead, Zamon stood there. I looked down the hall both ways, before looking up at him.

"Where's Tilly?" he frowned before shrugging. I rolled back and let him enter, closing the door behind him. He watched me roll over towards my bed before he sat down next to me.

"I should have told you." He said quietly. I looked at him and frowned slightly.

"Why? It's not like it's any of my business."

"It should be your business. Look, I was surprised to see her at Masen's the other night. She moved to New York 3 years ago, and I hadn't had contact with her since. But I should have told you, especially when you told me you saw her. But when I found out she had also been attacked, I didn't know what to do, you were clearly mad at me, so I went to see if she was alright. That's it." He said desperately. I stared at him for a few minutes, debating if I should kick him out or let him explain.

"What happened between you two?" He gave a heavy sigh, before smiling slightly.

"I met her when I was fifteen. She was new at my school, and she was the prettiest girl in my grade. She was in a few of my classes, and we soon became friends, and then we began dating. She told me everything about her, and I did the same. We just understood each other. We dated for three years, and once we hit eighteen her dad... he um, pressured us to get married, so I proposed. We had a fight one night, and I left her place to go calm down. The next morning I went back to apologize and found her in bed with my best friend. She was hysterical. She kept apologizing, telling me she loved me and all that shit. So I broke up with her. About a week after that she came by and gave me back the ring, telling me she was moving back to New York. That was the last time I saw her." I grimaced, not expecting that. He caught my look and continued.

"Look, thats in my past, and I had completely forgotten about her. But that's not why I came here. I'm sorry I forgot about your birthday. Please let me make it up to you?" I watched my fingers nervously play with each other, before I looked up at him and nodded.