I was doing a shift at Pops when my brother came in. "I'm here for Mr. Lodges order." Archie told Pops. My boss nods his head and went to grab the take out bag.
"I know you want his approval for Veronica's sake, but being his errand boy is a little much." I eye the dry cleaning over his shoulder.
"It's more than that, he sees potential in me. He's taking me under his wing, showing me the ropes of being a successful businessman." He puffs his chest out with pride. I groan inwardly, Archie had too much heart to be dealing with men like Hiram Lodges. He couldn't know what Hiram was really going to do with the Southside.
"Here's his order." Pops hand him the to-go bag.
"I'll see you later, sis." He gave me a kiss on the cheek and exited the restaurant.
I took a deep breath before going back to work. If by some miracle Lodge could bring my brother to the dark side, then it would be one less person I'm betraying by being with Malachai. A feeling deep in my gut told me that nothing good is going to come from this.
"Sorry I'm late Pops, the sheriff wanted to talk to me about the statue." F.P. rush in. I look up at the clock on the wall seeing that he was half an hour late. I was so worried about Archie I didn't notice that I was late for my break.
"About the statue?" Pops ask. I was wondering the same thing, what happen to the statue that the police would be involved.
"Apparently someone cut off General Pickens head. The sheriff thinks it was the serpents, because of the protest. But, I told those kids to keep it peaceful and I know they did." He put his stuff behind the counter and grabs his apron.
"Good riddance, that statue was the celebration of the slaughtering of the Native Americans. Maybe keeping the statue decapitated would be the best apology to them." I cheerfully hum as I took my orders from Pops to pass them out. I turn back around to see F.P. and Pops look at me suspiciously.
"Where were you late night?" Pops points his finger at me.
"Oh please, I mean sure I have access to power tools, but I don't know how to use any of them." I flick my wrist, waving off the accusation. F.P. chuckles at me and Pops sighs in relief.
The bell above the door rang, bring in Maverick. The look on his face said that he was here to speak with me and not to eat. "I'm going to take my break." I told my boss and co-worker. F.P. and Pops nods their heads while eyeing up the Ghoulie.
I follow him out to the Green Monza. I got into the passenger seat while he got in the driver's seat. "Today is visiting day. Do you plan on seeing Malachai?" He stares at the side of my face as I kept my head forward.
"Is that what you pull me from work for?" I grab the door handle, but before I could open it he grab my arm and yank me away for the door.
"I came from visiting him and he says you haven't been answering any of his calls. Are you seriously going to give him the silent treatment while he's in jail? Are you that much of a spoiled brat?" He yells at me.
"Let go of me Maverick. This isn't any of your business." I try to pull my arm from out of his grip, but I was only hurting myself.
"Oh, is it getting too real for the Northside princess? It was all fun and games to going out with a bad boy. Now it's getting too deep, so you want to cut ties and make like you don't know him. Fuck you! You make like you're different, but you're just like the rest of them. You see us as a rebellious phase that you can drop like nothing to go back to your safe privilege life. Well, fuck you!" He pushes me against the car door. "Get out! You don't want us, than get out!"
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Take Me to The Races
FanfictionAbigail Andrews had two identities. On the Northside, she was the perfect daughter and sister. The one parents would point at and tell their children to be more like. On the Southside, she was the perfect girlfriend to Ghoulie gang leader, Malachai...