The Possessive Gang Leaders Princess

Really Long Chapter XP; The Meeting

After my quick 10 minute shower, I got out and changed.

Shit, sorry guys. Trus' POV. I'm too lazy to back up and all that. And because this 

I changed into a pair of capri that were grey and black that showed off every curve of my lower half. Then, I threw on a grey shirt with sleeves that stopped right above elbow and a v neck cut.

It showed off a little bit of my curves on my top half. I brushed my hair. In the shower, I didn't wash it or get it wet seeing as I did that last night.

So, my hair was super soft.

I put on my usual make up, mascara, eyeliner, and winged eyeliner. For my shoes, I put on a pair of white sandals with a beige base. 

Next, I put in my earrings and then through on one of my sister jackets.

It was white, tight around my arms, shows off my curves, and had a hood with fur around it. (A:N; If you've ever seen Beyonces' music video for Irreplaceable, at one point, when she's kicking him out and the taxis there, she's wearing a jacket similar to this.)

I check myself in the big mirror. 

Thick hips.
Thick thighs.
Fat ass.
Not a toned or huge stomach.
Nice 36 c tits.

(A:N; If you thick and are made fun of it, don't listen 'cause they're obviously stupid. If you're thick, you have nice hips, tits, and ass. So tell them to take they're opinion and shove it up there ass. "Bones are for dogs, meats for men.")

Being happy with my outfit, I run downstairs, after grabbing my phone. 

"Alex. I have a meeting. Britt's still asleep, so no prob there, yea?" I say as I enter. Dante was sitting on the couch and everyone, but Matt, was sitting far away from him.

Jake, Alex and Gabe were sitting closest and practically shielding the girls.

I roll my eyes. Dante looks at me and his eyes go wide.

"You're not wearing that." He says, looking me up and down.

"¿Cuánto quieres apostar pervertido?" I respond, crossing my arms. (How much you wanna bet, pervert?) He looks at me questioningly. Jake, Jules, and Giovanni all laugh. Gabe looks at me.

"Why are you talking about pickles?" We all burst into laughter.

"That's so not what I said!!! I said," Taking a breath to calm down, "'How much you wanna bet, pervert?'" His face shows registration in what I said. 

"El' stupido." Rolling my eyes

Dante gets up and walks to me. He grabs my waist and pulls me close. He leans down and whispers in my ear. "I'm not a pervert. I'm a freak." I roll my eyes. 

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I move away from him. He frowns but nods and turns around. There's a sudden knock at my door. I walk to it and open the door.

"You ready Tru?" Ron asks. He was in a pair of Khaki shorts and a black shirt. His hair had been combed but it was loose. 

"Yup." I say. Suddenly, as I'm about to walk out, an arm wraps around me. 

"Where the hell is she going?" Dante asked, from behind me. I groan and throw my head back.

"A meeting you fucking dip shit. As I've said multiple times." I said coldly.

"Who is she meeting with?" Ron stared him straight in the eyes as he answered and showed little to no emotion.

"Just a few co-workers she needs to meet." Monotone.