Iris P.O.V.

The simplest way to put it, is that my mind was buzzing with thoughts. And these thoughts felt like they were coming from not only myself but other people as well. Truthfully, I felt like I was going insane.

My mom has been trying to call me all day for some unknown reason and I can't bring myself to call her back. She was stressing over something clearly and I didn't have the time for that. Harsh, I know. But the way to put it is I find that my mom likes to overreact. Like the fact that she banned my uncle from ever making contact with me. I know if was for my safety, but where does she stand to make that decision. And not that it even matters anymore, I was compromised into the gang world far too deep for them to ever let me go again.

I was a servant, a servant to the gangs. I was their personal toy for them to use and mess with. Something I have learned way too late. One thing I just don't get in all my situations is why Ryder chose me. Why did he choose me to mess with and not someone else with more or less experience.

Ever since that night at the restaurant, I've been going insane over and over. The thoughts wouldn't stop and I couldn't find it in myself to process them. One thought that for sure have been confirmed, is that he's back and is after me. When I had learned he was out of jail I freaked! I rushed out of Max's house so quickly just to meet with my uncle to make plans. But nope, he says he has it all under control. To me, it doesn't look like it's under control. In fact it looks far worse.

And what pisses me off the most is that my uncle promised to protect me and by doing so is keeping Ryder away from me. I trusted him, but that trust soon went flying out the window when the exact man who made my life miserable sat across from me at a local restaurant.

"I just want it to stop" I whispered into the air. Hoping my message flew to God and he may fix my problems. I knew that wouldn't happen though, this problem was something I have to personally fix. I jut don't know how yet.

Suddenly, I jumped a foot in the air. The school doors were opening and someone was walking out. I first expected it to be Max since he said he would meet me here after he was able to leave the office, but instead it was David. David, the same football player I had punched on my first day here.

David was silently cursing with himself, muttering things I couldn't hear. His back was facing me, meaning he hasn't noticed I was there. So as fast as I could I hid behind the side wall of the school building. Taking out his phone, he quickly dialled a number and held the cellular device next to his ear.

I couldn't hear most of the conversation but I could easily tell he was getting frustrated with the person on the other line. Shortly after he hung up and began walking towards the parking lot that was right across from the doors. I quietly crept closer to his previous spot, trying to get a good view of what he was planning.

I don't know what I was expecting but one thing I wasn't expecting for sure was David to jump into a car with Jake Holland. I internally cringed as I saw the familiar face I left stranded at a restaurant, merely a couple days ago. Believe it or not I still haven't got paid yet. The two boys drove out of the school parking lot to God knows where. Another question popped into my mind, what were David and Jake doing together?

One thing my uncle had taught me was to question everything around you and look for an answer. I sure have been questioning myself a lot, just not enough answering.

The door opened again and thankfully it was Max this time. I wouldn't know what to do if some other person walked out on me. Pull out a knife and question them?

"Sorry about the wait" Max apologized.

I gasped when I saw his face. When I first saw him in the gym he already looked quite beaten up but now he looked like he was thrown off a cliff.

"Might want to get ice on that" I snorted, poking his cheek that carried a nice purple bruise in the process.

He swatted my hand away, not even bothering to reply to my suggestion.

Pulling out his keys that were in his pocket, he walked towards his car unlocking it and got in. Without waiting to be told I hopped in the passenger seat and turned on the radio.

I really need to get my motorcycle back, I thought.

Not that I didn't like hanging out with Max. It's just the fact I can't always depend on him to drive me to places. Especially if I'm going to leave town, which I still haven't decided yet.

"So your uncle's house?" Max asked over the music.

I nodded my head. "Yep me and my old man" It's true that after my Dad left my uncle took the position of a male figure for me. Funny how that works out, they both suck.

After telling Max the address a few more time, we were finally at our destination. However, before I could get out of the car, Max grabbed my hand pulling me back in the car. I looked at him questionably.

"Just be safe please" he whispered.

I squeezed his hand "Don't worry I know how to handle myself. I kick ass remember?"

Nodding, he smiled back but his smile didn't look quite real.

With one last glance, I got out of the car and head towards the door. Once I saw that Max's car was gone, I knocked. When no one answered, I knocked louder, making sure anyone in the whole house would be able to hear my banging.

The door finally opened but it wasn't the fiercely gang leader, I had come to learn as my uncle. Instead it was Griffin, one of the many bouncers I know of that works for my uncle. Life is just full of surprises.

He wore the almost the same thing I've seen him in last time. Black pants and a muscle tee black shirt, showing off the many biceps that still weren't strong enough to to beat me in an one on one.

"Iris?" He asked, genuinely surprised of my presence. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing Griffin" I responded, putting on the cold boss mode. It was one thing I was best at, making myself look strong, brave and cold on the outside but in the inside its not exactly that.

Griffin opened the door wider, beckoning me to come in. Like most of the times I've been in the house it was completely empty, everyone is off to work.

He pulled out two chairs from the table and took a seat. "I guess we should just get down to business then?" He asked as I took a seat next to him.

So questions to mentally ask myself,

Where is my uncle?

What is Griffin doing here?

And what business is he exactly getting to?

I pulled out my favourite knife that my uncle had given to me "Where is Robert?" I asked as I skillfully turned the knife around in my hands. The knife was a simple sign, if he didn't tell me the truth, the knife was most likely going to end up in his throat. And trust me it's messy and painful.

His eyes warily stayed focused on the knife when he answered my question. "We don't k-know!" He exclaimed nervously. Of course he was scared of me I was the descendant of his leader and highly skilled myself, he was a simple bouncer . I just wish that I was as skilled when Ryder kidnapped me.

I squinted my eyes "What do you mean by we?"

Griffin began to look anywhere but me. His breathing began to quicken slightly and his fingers began to tap to a beat, he was nervous meaning he was hiding something from me. Go figures.
The knife stopped moving in my hands for a short second before I slid it across my palm. With an open wound, I squeezed my hand shut together, forcing blood to drip on the floor.

Griffins eyes began to go wide as he saw the red substance hit the floor, slightly missing his shoes. He shook his head, trying to erase the image of blood out of his head but it was no use. You'd think after working with my uncle he would get used to the sight of blood.

He began to gag as I twirled the knife again and this time put it against my cheek. "One more time Griffin, who is we and where is Robert?"

I pressed the knife slightly causing a little blood to draw. Just before I could continue slashing it across my face he talked.

"Okay okay I'll tell you" he shouted, putting his hands near me, a sign he would like for me to stop.

With a smirk, I folded the knife and put it back on my ankle strap. I looked up him patiently, waiting for him to begin.

He sight "We as in the whole gang, nobody knows where Robert is. Apparently the last person to have seen him is Roxy's husband Bill, but as of now he is completely off the grid."

I wanted to scream in frustration, so my uncle is missing and his partner which is Bill is also missing. "Who is running the gang?" At this question, Griffins face seemed to have paled. You got to be kidding me! "You're running it?!" He sheepishly nodded and began to tap with his fingers again.

I jumped out of my chair and headed towards the door. "Where you going?" He questioned, while following me to the door.

I twirled around away form the door and faced Griffin directly. With our face just across from each other and our eyes met, I ordered. "If there's any word on Robert or Bill you come straight to me. I'm in charge now" It was a declaration to the world that I was now in charge. I have never wanted to be in charge of this gang but as of right now, desperate times calls for desperate measures. And who else's would be fit to fill in this role, everyone chose Griffin to be in charge and the man cannot stand the sight of blood.

Without any word from Griffin, I dashed out of the house and towards the garage where all the vehicles were put in. I opened the passcode box and type in the numbers 3967852, the little light went from red to green and the doors of the garage began to open. Many different kinds of motorcycles lined themselves into my view, I felt like a kid on Christmas Day. What lies in front of me is the gangs personal vehicles, and if I'm going to run the gang, I might as well treat myself with a gift.

I took a helmet off the many hooks and headed to my personal favourite bike. Harley Davidson was the way to go, and with their new softail slim I was dying to try it out. Hopping on the 15 grand bike, I turned the key and sped off onto the open road.

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A/N

Hi! How ya doing? ;)

Lol anywaysssss tomorrow is my school bbq so I'll be getting my first high school schedule! Yikes! Excitement going on...

So do you like the pictures and gifs? Or would you rather not have them? Personally I think they're cute to have once and awhile. I don't know.

Question of the chapter... If you can have anything as a pet what would it be?

Mine would be a dragon aha.

Anyways, thanks for reading :)