I couldn't help but feel content as I started thinking about how grateful I am for George being with me yesterday. I really needed to get my mind off things and he wasn't even trying, he was just being George. He's such a good friend and I'm glad that I have him in my life, I'm glad that he's been here this whole time too. He never left my side, and I needed him just as much as he needed me with his dad. We're there to look out for each other, and I hope it never changes.
I step out of the warm shower and moisturize my body and brush my teeth. Christmas is two days away which means I need to do some Christmas gift shopping and buy some more furniture for this house anyways, there's too many sitting areas and this house just mainly feels empty.
I let my hair dry as I step out of the shower and walk into my closet, and George steps into the bathroom to take a shower as well. I peek around and finally put an outfit together that'll help me stay warm today, since there might actually be snowfall soon.
I slip on my lingerie and then my royal blue mom jeans, along with a green collared button up shirt and a grey sweater.
I strapped my belt on and I grabbed an outfit for George to wear. Sometimes I buy some clothes for George while I'm shopping for sleepovers like these, and they all really come in handy. And I let him borrow my large hoodies since those seem to fit him perfectly.
I lay his outfit on my bed and apply some chapstick on my lips before slipping on my black vans. I check the security footage of my properties first as George walks out with a towel and grabs the clothes from the bed and goes back in to change.
Everything is clear, let me check in.
I take out my gang phone and start dialing Richard's number.
"Yeah boss?" I heard him say as he first picked up.
"Hey, how's everything going at the base?" I asked as I continued to check on our security system.
"Everything is doing fine, we're just sorting through shipments and have even gotten more recruits," he beamed.
"That's great, what are you guys doing for Christmas?" I asked curiously.
I heard mumbling on the other line of the phone until I heard Richard speak again, "Nothing actually."
I paused in my spot and my breathing even stopped, "What?"
I assumed that even though these guys didn't really have families to go home to, that they'd do something at least.
"Yeah, we don't usually celebrate-"
"You're coming to my house at 4pm on Christmas day, that's an order," I said sternly into the phone.
I heard another conversation of mumbling until Richard spoke again, "We'll be there."
"Great, bye guys," I said cheerfully and hung up the phone.
I started thinking about what dinner I should prepare for everybody. I mean of course I was going to give the holidays off to the workers, that would be cruel if I hadn't. There should be enough food for everybody and presents for each of them, and plus, I already have the perfect gift for Joe and Richard.
George, Soldier, and I trudged down the stairs and made our way to the dining room for the breakfasts the chefs had already prepared. We all ate in silence, probably because George is still half asleep, so I had one of the chefs bring us both coffee.
After George had finished his breakfast he was full of energy once again and I let Soldier out of the house to do his business. I walked down to my office and decided to grab something before we left.
"What are you doing?" George asked as I looked through the drawers of my desk.
"Trying- to find- here!" I exclaimed as I pulled out my handgun.
George looked at it with wide eyes and I shoved it in the back of my pants and covered it with my sweater. We headed back out and got inside of Robin to go to the store.
I needed to call my mom and Jared to see if they were coming home for Christmas, or if they were just going to spend Christmas together. I debated about calling Liam, but he'd probably be spending it with Kai and Blake.
A small part of me is kind of empty because I don't have those guys in my life anymore, and it starts getting hard trying to avoid them. I miss them so much.
Or do you miss the way they treated you?
We pulled into the parking lot of the furniture store and looked around for more sofas, a bed frame for my room, and other accessories. Soldier even helped point out some dog stuff and of course I had to buy them for him, who could say no to that face?
"Diamonds this is a lot," George commented as he saw the boxes of furniture we had picked out.
"Well it's a big house dummy, I still need to get more for after Christmas too," I giggled.
George let out a long sigh and widened his eyes at my plan. Soldier let out a whine and I just continued finding some bean bags and lamps.
We checked all of the furniture out and the employees watched me walk around with eyes as big as saucers. They watched the woman, who was also surprised with the amount of furniture I had bought, in admiration. I glared at the attention I was getting and they all turned around quickly.
"Old habits never die hard," George chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and had some men load the moving truck I had rented with the furniture, and the huge teddy bear that I liked, and even the couple of flat screens I had bought. I would have the maids help move everything around and set them around since there was so much, and hopefully get more Christmas decorating done.
George drove the truck for me and Soldier and I drove Robin back to the house. Nostalgia hit me as I remembered how Soldier and I would always drive together to school, and Kai, Liam, and Blake would drive in their own cars. It was something I didn't really mind at first, but now it's all I could think about.
These boys really did make a big impact on my life, and I had them to thank for helping me find my brother's gang. I would've never met Joe and Richard, and they're pretty cool. They talk to me more like a friend than a boss, and I really appreciated it. It's been hard opening up to some people lately, and even though these guys don't know my full story, they could.
I decided that this would be the perfect time to call my mom and Jared to see if they were coming home, and so I pulled out my everyday phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?" She asked sweetly into the phone.
"Mommy! What are you doing for Christmas?" I asked in a baby voice. My mother and I have this weird bond where we're also like best friends, and I absolutely adore it.
"Jared and I were planning on spending Christmas together since I thought you, Liam and the guys were gonna spend it with each other. Why?"
"I'm having a Christmas dinner at my house if you would like to come with," I offered cheerfully.
"Of course honey, we'll come with," She cheered.
"Ok great! I'll pick you guys up at 3:00pm on Christmas. Love you!" I said as I hung up the phone.
"You ready to meet your grandparents baby?" I asked Soldier. He barked in response and I gave him ear scratches in return.
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Once we had gotten home, I started giving the maids the decorations for the outside of the house, and had some maids help me set up the furniture. George and I laughed at our stupidity when we would sometimes mess up the parts or trip over the tools. The maids even chuckled as well.
After about two hours of fixing the furniture and arranging them around the house, it was finally time for lunch. I had felt so excited about the holidays and I couldn't wait to wrap up the gifts I had gotten all of them. George even said he got some presents for all of them as well, with a little help from me. But he apparently has a surprise for me too.
"Who's coming to this dinner?" George asked between chews.
"My inner gang and my mom and Jared, that's all," I answered.
"What are you going to tell your mom when she sees Joe and Richard?" He asked warily.
I thought about a story to tell my mom for a second, and when I finally figured it out, I grinned.
"I'll tell them they're my bosses. My mom still believes I'm an event planner that makes a lot of money, so I'll just say I work for them," I replied nonchalantly.
"Ironic how the tables have turned," he shook his head and chuckled.
"But if those tables can turn one way they can turn right back," I added as I waved the tongs of my fork at him.
The maids cleaned up our mess and we decided to walk around the house to look at the decorations, and I have to say that I absolutely loved them. They were all so beautiful and neatly organized and I was jealous of the maid's decorating skills. It looked utterly extravagant and gave us the familiar Christmas vibe, and I couldn't love it anymore than I did right now.
"They did great," George breathed as we walked out to the front to see the house.
"Dude it isn't great, it's fucking stunning," I corrected and George chuckled.
Soldier ran around the grass and I noticed that the trees that lined the driveway had Christmas lights in them as well. Since they were bare you would get a perfect view of the lights and they would illuminate the driveway perfectly, it'd be magical.
"Do other gang leaders do this?" George asked as we sat down on the sofa in the second floor sitting room.
"I'm not sure, but I know damn well that this gang shit is not going to stop me from celebrating this wonderful holiday," I said with a look.
We sat in silence for awhile that really made me think about everything that's been going on this past month. I was just an illegal underground fighter that used the money to help my mom and I stay on our feet. I had a father like figure that was Williams and he took great care of me as his own. He built me into the person I am today which wouldn't have happened if Jewels hadn't traumatized me. (Note the sarcasm)
I then fight one night and the next day the number one gang leader in the world recognizes my tattoo of roses and immediately finds a purpose for me. I fight for him for a deal that he wants to make and they protected me away from Ogus when he tried negotiating with me.
I get an apology from Jewels after he gives me a language pop quiz and get him to understand how hard my childhood was with him trying to make me strong. I tell him how I always blamed it on myself and that I deserved it and how I had hoped that my big brother was in there somewhere. And fortunately, he was.
He was always in there, but yet he had grown jealous, but he realized his wrong doings when he was away. He wanted us to be siblings again and create something bigger of Illium and he wanted us to rule side by side. And then I watched his brains get blown out just a few feet in front of me, and I also watched him give me a sad, apologetic smile.
I had talked to his second in command who I didn't know was his second and command at the time, and found out his illegal ways as well. I had found out about Illium and got him to trust me, and to tell me where their base was. I got his hopes up of thinking I was going to help him escape, but I already have a second in command, and he's pretty great.
I accidentally become a gang leader and I adore the job now, even though it comes with a little danger, I still love it. I brought the gang up to the top in just two, almost three weeks and I couldn't have been more proud of myself. I had lived up to my brother's last wishes and I had done it fairly.
I had kept my leadership of the gang behind Kai's back. I had lied to him, and I had kept secrets, but I had planned of telling him the truth. I gained a boyfriend and lost him in under 24hrs, and I had seen him kissing another girl as passionately as he did me. I had felt my chest grow hollow but was soon filled with joy again once George had cheered me up, and I couldn't be more grateful.
Now that leaves me here, in one of my white sofas facing the floor to ceiling window on the second floor of my mansion, looking over the back yard and watch as Soldier runs around in the field and jumps in joy at the amount of space he has for fun. My black hair that I use as curtains to shield my face is now tucked behind my ears and let's a smile show on my plump and naturally pink lips. My brown hazel eyes that I hid under my hoodies and that has seen so much blood and chaos but still manages to look innocent. My honey like skin that never leaves it's glowing state and I adore so much. My body that's warmed up by my sweater and just awaits for the snow to fall soon, and the one that everybody fell in love with.
But I was soon pulled out of my happy daze when the question I didn't want to hear most came out of the mouth of my best friend. The one who knows me so well it's scary, the best friend that's been through hell and back with me. And the best friend that I tried so hard not to get upset with right now. To say I was frustrated right now was an understatement, I was livid.
"Do you still think about your dad?"