Sold To THE Gang Leader

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I'm not gonna lie. The mansion was quite impressive compared to my old house, but he's an asshole and at this particular moment, I wish I was never born.

"It's cool." I say in deadpan.

"You're a tricky one aren't you?"

"I'm not a one. I'm Emery. I guess you can call me Em."

"Yeah. Cool. You hungry?"

"I could use food. Just don't poison me okay?"

"Deal."

I smile and walk around the house looking at everything. I stumble into a room filled with guys. Oops.

I turn to walk away but one of them stops me. I wince and turn toward whoever said something.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Are you that new girl? The one Knox bought?"

"Omg! Are you Fedora the Explora?!" I yell, "I'm your biggest fan!" I run toward him and give him a giant hug. This takes him off guard and he falls over.

"Get off of me!"

"Oh my gosh! Can I have an autograph please?!"

"No. Knox! Come get your fucking hookup!"

"What? I don't have a hookup," He walks in here, "Oh."

I smile innocently.

"Malachi, Colton, Finn, Zach, Owen, This is Emery."

"I met Fedora."

"Who?"

I point to the one with the big hair.

"You mean Malachi?"

"Nope. I'm certain that's Fedora the Explora. I love him."

"She's crazy. Why'd you buy her?"

"Emery, out."

"Awe... I didn't get my autograph." I hang my head.

"You'll get one later. Along with fifty dollars so you'll shut up."

"Yay!" I run out of the room but poke my head my back in and say, "You have till the end of the day Fedora."

I walk out and go into the kitchen where there's food being made. I head to the stove and see buttered pasta. Oh jeez.

I'm in a house filled with people who can't cook.

I turn down the heat and walk over to the fridge. I open it and pull out some cheese, tomatoes, and Alfredo sauce. I add the sauce to the pasta, and find plates and silverware. I look in cupboards and because I didn't have time to bake any chicken, I pull a can of shredded chicken out. I drain the oil out, and add the chicken to the pasta. I add the tomatoes and stir it for a bit, before making sure it's hot and putting it on seven plates. I sprinkle cheese on the top hoping that nobody is lactose intolerant.

Just as I finish setting the table, all the guys walk out and see the food.

"Did you do this dude?" One of them asks Knox.

"No! I can't cook!"

"Well who did then?"

"Me." I say, "I've been standing here the whole time and you just noticed?"

"Dude. She's awesome." He looks at me, "Can you cook every night?"

"Yeah I guess. I like cooking."

"Awesome."

They all sit down around the table and pick up their forks. When they take a bite they all moan and stuff the food in their mouths, like they haven't eaten in weeks. No, make that years.