~~Catherine~~
After that annoying sexy ass man left with his little...okay not very little army I went upstairs feeling my small victory.
Not exactly anything to celebrate since my father is in the hospital in a coma and my sister whom I've just met and has gone MIA, turned out to be a bitch and yeah she is still MIA and I'm here with conflicted emotions with my new position as the gang leader.
Well fuck my life...
After taking a cold shower, don't ask me why the temperature was that, I closed the door to my room deciding to settle in for the night, I've been through quite a lot today.
Like I did earlier that night, after multiple turns and grunts and curses I gave up and walked out of my room, dressed in an old t-shirt and shorts.
First stop was the kitchen where I got a bowl of fruit loops before going back upstairs to my dad's office to see what—actually I have no idea what I'm to look for but I just need to find something.
I haven't been home in so many years, many things have changed and I know nothing about the gang or even the legal part of the family business, is it even existing?
The office is dark and when I switched on the lights, I have to admit I wasn't disappointed.
The huge mahogany desk that I know contained a lot of things that could destroy a lot of lives and many more things.
There was an apple laptop on the desk and a lot of paperwork, a few papers were scattered around and I could see his pen which meant he'd been working before the incident.
With my heart in my throat, I proceeded and sat on his chair, his throne and let out a breath.
It didn't feel like me to be honest and damn, the chair wasn't as comfortable as it looked, I'm changing it first.
I won't say I'm a decor person but this place needs a nice touch, everything is just so grey and boring and– the ringing of the telephone interrupted my plans and I groaned annoyed before reaching for it.
I put it to my ears not knowing how to start speaking, I mean I haven't practiced my gang leader voice yet and everything just feels overwhelming.
Should I say Guero's gang, you're speaking to the leader or something soft like, hey you just contacted the Guero office, how can we help you?
The person on the other line saved me the trouble by speaking.
"Miss Guero, it's Sam from the gates. There's a man here to meet you."
I pout, annoyed that all my thoughts were for nothing.
"Did he state his purpose of visit?" I ask in a firm commanding tone.
I had to move the phone a bit to do a victory dance for pulling that off, Did you see my tone? Firm and commanding. A typical gang leader tone.
I took in two calm breaths before putting the phone back to my ears and listened to Sam
"He said he was sent by the Damim gang," I paused for a few seconds not knowing what to say because I don't know who the hell that is.
"Send him in." I put the phone down after that and quickly fired up the computer sitting before me.
It will take about ten minutes for him to get here after all the searches so it gives me enough time to find out what the hell that it.
Being the modern smart woman that I am, I decided to Google it and it didn't make any sense, who the hell uses Hebrew in Smallville and why the fuck would a gang's name be blood
Yes blood, it simply meant blood. Fucking blood.
Dad must have something on this, after searching through a few folders that did come up when I typed in the name, I have to admit that I wasted my time.
I didn't know what I was expecting, maybe a history or something but not this blankness and just dealings with other gangs.
Seriously, where is the "how to be a gang leader handbook", this game is rigged.
At least to me, Elvira must've known all these.
Yeah, but where the fuck is Elvira? "MIA". I can tell I rolled my eyes at myself mentally.
I guess I just have to put on my big girl panties and lead this gang until dad recovers, or when my "just met but realized was a bitch" of a twin sister decides to turn.
I know, I know I'm being over dramatic, I should've just called her bitch but that works too.
A knock interrupted my thoughts and I cleared my throat twice before giving permission for the person to enter in my gang leader voice.
A man that I wouldn't call big or petite walked in, with his nose stuck in the air like he owned the place.
I want to break the nose. Saying this with a sickly sweet smile on my face.
"Good evening Miss. Guero, I have a message for you." I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his stating the obvious.
I mean you didn't look like you came here for a play date so yeah, I know.
"What is it?" He handed me an envelope before moving back and standing with his hands folded behind him.
Oooookay, why the position? I didn't voice my question though and I looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.
"You're to give me a reply before I leave." I huff lowly before nodding and opening the damn envelope.
Really whoever it is couldn't have just- I don't know, texted or called or let's even go old style, sent a fucking email.
I read through the contents my eyes widening as I proceeded.
Who the fuck does that damn man think he is?
I'm seething but mentally when I folded the paper back up, he did mention how I had no choice but to let them do what they wanted.
Not that he said that exactly but the way the letter was worded showed they weren't asking for permission bit they were informing me.