GangLeader

"OH! This'll Be Fun!"

A load bang sounded at the door. "ARE WE GOOD TO COME IN?! I HERE WE GET TO HAVE SOME FUN!"

I smirk at Brock, "It's open." I stroll over to my desk and sit down on it with my eyebrows raised questioning if Greyt's gonna speak up.

Emily, Tara, and Brooke enter with guys trailing behind them carrying all their supplies. They don't even cast a look in Brock's direction. They just come straight over to me and start spilling questions out of their mouths. "QUIET!" They suddenly shut up knowing a tempery gangleader on their hands isn't the best thing to have. "Now, just set up all your stuff and I'll decide when we get there."

Ryan and Daniel enter in with a salon chair and a vanity. They set it up right in front of me. The dark oak vanity against the wall with the mirror reflecting my scowling face. My wild red hair pulled back in a ponytail. Sharp blue eyes ready to find anybody who defies me. Salmon lips pulled straight. My face looking impassive. My arms covered in a black leather jacket. My breast and stomach covered in my dark blue tight shirt. When Daniel set down the salon chair, my view was blocked.

"Greyt I recommend you sit down in that salon chair now before you're forced into it. And that won't be very pretty." With a little hesitation he sat down. "Now if you worry about him getting away, which if he tries... well... never mind, I say we duct tape his arms down on the arm rests," I say smirking a tad.

"Ok so Carter where do you want us to start? I mean like do we do his body first or like his head?" Emily asked looking over at me.

"Personally he's already in the chair, but I think lets get the body over with so he gets over it. personally don't wanna here a word out of his mouth about it," I reply eyeing over Greyt.

"Ok then! Brock get up and strip down to your boxers," Brooke demanded.

"NO WAY!" He defied.

"Look it's orders. You NEVER defy Carter Kelson. If you do... well I guess you have a death wish," Tara reasoned.

"Fine! Whatever," he said with an eye roll. Reluctantly he stripped down to his boxers. He better be grateful that there was no hearts, unicorns, or anything embarrassing on his boxers for he would never hear the end of it. His long stick legs were pale like he just lays arounds and reads. They had no muscle, just the skin. His arms were just like his legs- pale, skimpy, and skin. Note to self- he's training with me and it's gonna be outside.

Tara grabbed the nessicities to make tattoos. "Mmmmhm... Carter what tattoo do you think would best fit? I want something that's imitating personally, but what do you want to do?" She asked while flipping through a binder of all the different tattoos to do.

"Do the..." I said while grazing over the different selections I could choose from. "Do the bow and arrow that's on fire right above his right ankle. Along with the skull bones on fire on his left bicep." I commanded pointing out the two different tattoos I liked.

"Ok!" And with that she cleaned up the area right above his right ankle and got to work. You could see Brock trying to contain the pain he was feeling. His lips were pressed in a firm line and his eyes were closed tightly together.

As Tara worked on the ankle, Emily worked on the bicep. I know from experience getting two tattoos at the same time takes control not to punch anybody out of pain.

•••AN HOUR LATER•••

"OK! DONE!" They shouted in sinc with each other. They stepped back to admire their handy work. The bow and arrow was loaded and had flames erupting all around it. The skull looked real and had flames in the eyes and coming out from behind the head.

"Wonderful job! You can choose which ever type of tan you'd like him to have for right now until he gets tanner. I truthfully don't care," I told them, boredom plain in my voice. I was just gonna tune them out until they get to wear the fun part happens!

"EEEEEEEEKKKK!!! THANK YOU!! You won't regret this at ALL!!" They all shouted together, once again.

"But I think I regret fighting back," Brock murmured under his voice barely noticably, but still there.

"Oh Brock, you won't regret this in the end. Because with us you'll become the best of the best," I smirked at him.

"Whatever you say, /boss/," he replied, probably thinking highly of himself for coming up with that.

"Glad you're learning Newbie, because soon that's gonna be rolling off your tongue without thought. It'll just be natural," and with that I went back to my phone, implying this conversation was over.

I scrolled through my songs and played the one that's known as my song around this joint. Cinderella by Tata Young. The song filled the room and soon Tara, Emily, and Brooke were all bobbing their head to the beat. Every stroke they did was on beat with the music. Everything they did was in sinc. It was interesting to watch, they always took everything they did to the next level. Their art was detailed to the last millimeter. Their acts were always portrayed like they wanted it and that what they promised was going to be fulfilled. Their clothes weren't slutty but they didn't cover every inch of their body. Their fighting was aimed at the areas that they least expected it to go. Like I said everything was above excellency.

•••Let's just skip the tanning session•••

"Boss, we're done with that! What's up with the lion's mane?" Tara inquired.

I slowly stood up from the desk as Tara shoved him back down onto the chair. I strolled over to him and ran my fingers through his hair. I felt his silky smooth, amber hair glide through my hands. When my hand ran through all his hair, I still felt the tingling sensation I felt when I was running my hand through it. "I think just cut off the dead ends. Girl's be suckers for this bird's nest he calls hair," I ordered, dismissing the tingling still hovering over my hands.

"Whatever you say, Carter!" Brooke replied with a perky attitude. She walked over and grabbed the scissors that were still in the make up bag. Walking back over to him she started the process of saying good bye to one of the final things left.

•••20 MINUTES LATER•••

"And finished!" Brooke exclaimed as she did the final snip.

"Okay now that that's done, you guys can leave. I need to talk to Greyt. Alone." And with that everybody left. Except for Newbie.