Running With The Gang Leader

Twenty One

It had been a week since the Town Square fiasco. Apparently I'd had a panic attack and passed out. The wire had been a fake, but Holland didn't know that, so she experienced genuine fear. She was keeping up a strong front, but I could tell just how badly it effected her. I hated that she'd been brought into gang affairs, but even now, she refused to leave. Keenan had marched into Jason's office yesterday and announced he was packing his shit and getting Holland out of danger. He told us he was going to live with his parents for awhile, who apparently moved to Maine just after I got back to the gang.Jason had tried calming him down which resorted in Keenan breaking down, so he had sent them on a vacation to Italy for a month. Hell, even I considered faking a break down if it'd get me that sort of pity.

I had been bored this morning, consider I had nothing to do, so I decided to go for a walk. Maybe it was clairvoyance or some shit, but I ended up out the front of where my old house once stood. I'd sold the lot after my pyromaniatic meltdown, and as I stared up at the half built structure, I smiled. Construction workers stood in and on different places of the wooden frames. It was clearly going to be a grand house, standing at atleast 3 stories. I groaned as a familiar face sauntered out of the front door frame. Tilly looked almost startled to see me standing there, before she smiled and bounded towards me. I gave her a plastic smile. I had to admit she was pretty, in the barbie doll sense. She had a nice body, with a thin waist and big boob's, but I didn't like her for my own biased reasons.

"Hey there, whatcha doing?" I ignored her question and asked my own.

"Is this gonna be your new place?" She looked up at the structure in awe.

"Yeah, my dad bought the lot about a month ago after the previous owner's house perished in a fire." I scowled.

"Oh right. Uh, by the way, thanks again for last week."She turned to me and grinned.

"It's alright, that's what friends are for, right?" I sarcasticly hummed in agreement. We stared up at the workers for a minute.

"I forgot to ask, what were you doing before you found us? I mean, it's a bit strange to be walking around Town Square at ten at night." I watched her as she paused, then turned to me.

"I'd been here actually. My dad and I were deciding where to put the upstairs bath tub. I was on my way to see Zamon when I found you and Holland." I answered with a surprised oh, causing her to smile. Something caught her eye in the backyard, causing her to look quickly.

"Anyway, I have to go. I have lunch with Hunter." I turned and left, my anger rising.

"Okay, see ya Becky."

***

Hunter met me at my bedroom door, clearly confused at my obvious anger.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he sat on my bed as I paced the boxed up room. Today was the day we were supposed to move into our new clubhouse.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that that slimy bitch deliberately bought my land, just to spite me." Hunter frowned up at me. Who?, he mouthed, probably worried I'd attack him if he spoke aloud.

"Tilly!" His eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened.

"Ohhh. Um, did Zamon know?" I paused to stare at him.

"I don't know." Hunter stood and placed his hands on my shoulders, stopping my nervous habit.

"Go ask him if he knew. Tilly might not have known it was your old place, so Zamon might be able to clear things up." my eyes widened.

"What a great idea." I quickly pecked him on the lips and was out the door, briefly hearing him say he'd come get me soon for lunch.

I was halfway down the hallway before I stopped dead, realising I'd just kissed Hunter. It was something I was so used to doing that it kinda just happened. I pushed it to the back of my mind. I was on a mission.

I found Zamon in his bedroom. I flung open the door without even knocking, which resulted in me walking in on him shirtless. But I wasn't gonna let that distract me. I slammed the door behind me and placed my hands on my hips.

"Did you know?" he frowned and mimicked my stance.

"Know what exactly?" he raised his eyebrow. I changed my pose and crossed my arms over each other.

"That your ex fiancee bought the land that I grew up on?" He gave me a wtf face.

"How the fuck would I know that?" I could see him getting angry. But so was I.

"Oh, I dont know. Maybe because you two have been spending so much time together, and she's clearly obsessed with you." My voice began climbing octaves as I basically screamed at me. He reciprocated, and we both began throwing insults. After a few heated minutes, I paused after he accused me of being a jealous bitch that wanted what she didn't even have anymore.
I.e, him.

We stood opposite each other, panting and puffing. I didn't have a comeback, so I averted my eyes from his, to the next best thing. His tattooed torso. I blinked at the toned flesh and muscle, spotted here and there with ink. I looked back up to his blue eyes, knowing full well that I was staring. He looked at me with such intensity that it was almost unbearable.

One minute we were opposite each other, the next we were tangled together. Our mouths met in a bruising kiss, our teeth gnashing together and our noses squished. He held me so tightly that my feet were only brushing the floor, his left arm caressing my cheek as the right one supported my wieght on the dip of my back. My right hand gripped his hair so tightly he groaned, which caused me to shiver.

The way we were pressed so tightly, I could feel every divot in his skin and the heat it produced. He pulled me higher, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He moved until my back smacked against the wall, drawing a groan from my throat.

His hands caressed my thighs as he sat me on top of his desk. Tingles were running through my body like live wires that were sparking. I yanked my shirt over my head, which prompted him to follow my skin with his hands. My body jerked into his as his fingertips tickled the flesh of my back and ribs. He chuckled low in his throat, promoting a moan from mine.

My mind briefly registered a noise in the background, but I was too invested in the moment to take note, until my peripheral caught a change in light as the door swung open. Zamon and I froze as Hunter stared at us.

I will forever remember the look on his face as he watched us. He swallowed and looked down, before fleeing. I pushed Zamon away and grabbed my shirt as I called Hunter's name.

He ran through the clubhouse with me behind him, ignoring my voice. He burst out of the front doors and was gone before I reached them.