Lucky has a good life: he has his brothers, his bike, and a stable job.
Isabella is happy just where she is. She's safe, she's in college and had her family. Who cares if her parents are a little judgemental?
But when fate comes into play and they f...
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The next morning, Isabella woke up to an empty bed. She sighed as she sat up slowly, sitting against the head of the bed. She looked over to the breakfast bar to see a shirtless Lucky by the stove.
"Do you own a shirt?" She teased, and he turned to her while grinning, "good morning to you too gorgeous."
He picked up a tray and walked over to the bed, sitting down beside her. She smiled as she looked over the breakfast he had made. "Eat up, Queenie," he urged, "and then we can talk about what happened at your parents house."
Her happy expression altered once he mentioned her parents, which didn't go unnoticed. She ate slowly, as if trying to prolong the talk she knew they needed to have.
"Now," Lucky spoke once she was finished, "I'm gonna head downstairs to talk to the rest of the club. Do you wanna tell me what you know now, or do you wanna tell them yourself?"
"I'll tell them," Isabella murmured, "I have to explain what I know."
Lucky nodded, "okay. But first of all, you need to get changed, because as much as I love seeing you in my shirt, you need pants."
She laughed, and once she was dressed, he took her hand and lead her downstairs to where all the men were waiting patiently, mumbling among themselves. Isabella caught Panther's eyes, and he offered her a reassuring smile. That just made her more nervous.
"Everybody shut up!" Lucky's yell echoed, silencing the room as everyone turned to look at the two, "we have information on the Gonzalez... situation."
He looked to Isabella, who turned to look at the crowd of men. She was reassure by a few familiar faces like Thor and Panther, but was put on edge again when she was Phantom walk into the room, a scowl on his face.
"My mothers maiden name was Gonzalez," she confessed, causing the room to go up with yells and shouts, and Lucky's face crumpled in anger, "shut up and listen!"
The room went silent as Isabella spoke up again, "my uncle is Marcus Gonzalez, the leader. My mother called her brother to scare you all, and to scare me into leaving. She didn't know you were already got involved with them."
"We're not 'involved' with them, sweetheart," Omen spoke up, "We don't allow drug dealing in our neck of the woods, and tried to tell them this. They kept dealing, so we had to get rid of them."
"Her being here just gives them a bigger reason to attack us," Phantom said, earning a few grumbles of agreement.
"Are you suggesting she leaves?" Lucky raised a brow as he walked closer, "cause you better not be."
Isabella quickly took Lucky's hand, pulling him back to her as she saw the dark expression on Phantom's face, "in what fucking universe do I take orders from you, Lucky? I'm the president here, I say what goes."
"Let her stay," Panther spoke up cautiously, "she's doing no harm. We protect our own. She's with Lucky, so she's with us."
Men nodded and agreed, while Phantom glared over the crowd, "seriously?"
"We had this problem before she came here," Omen sighed as he walked over to Phantom, "she could prove useful."
There was a moment of silence before Phantom grunted, "well. I guess she's staying then."
