Ever since seeing Griffin yesterday, And claimed myself as leader. I have been doing my out most research. With all the work I've done, I thought I was getting nowhere until one special lead came up, the one that has been in front of me the whole time.

And that is lead was Roxy.

So all morning I've been trying to locate her, sending men from the gang to get on it. She was missing also but my uncles men were finally able to track her down. We were able to get our hands on her debit and credit cards records. At first she was using cash, so no one can track her down but everyone tends to get sloppy, except for me of course.

I grabbed the documents of her last known location and the keys to my new bike. I knew once I took the bike no one would complain, they can't even if they wanted to. As the gang law states is that one of the decendants of the leader shall be the new leader. And since my uncle is obviously not here, I have to take over. I was the one who was most suitable and the one who trained for this.

I pulled the main door shut and waltzed to my ride, where I drove off to the familiar house. The bike slowed to a stop as I hopped of, placing the helmet back on the seat gently. I didn't want to ruin my new baby.

The doorbell rang twice before someone answered the door. Aunt Jackie soon stood in front of me, looking as young as ever as her and Max almost are spitting images of each other.

Her eyes instantly lit up as she recognized me, like always she quickly beckon me in. I walked in, so quickly coming face to face with my project.

"Are you here for this?" Max questioned, holding the baby who wouldn't stop crying in his hands. I gently pushed his hand away from my face, taking the baby from him.

Without realizing what I was doing, I cradled the damn thing in a perfect position that my mother taught me and began to lightly sing to it. I don know if it was the position or the singing that made it stop crying but soon the crying filled house turned to a soft silence.

"Finally" Max breathed out, taking a big breath as if he had just ran a huge marathon.

I chuckled lightly, looking down at the creepy doll in my arms. "It wasn't that hard" I spoke softly. What this how it felt to have a kid of your own? To constantly take care of it till the ending, was the answer I knew all along. I know I haven't been around to help with the baby project a lot, but it was a project and I had more importing things to do that didn't involve with school. However, with my own child one day nothing would be more importing than it, I wouldn't leave him or her for nothing. But there was still that dreadful thought in the back of my head. Will I actually be around for my kid or will I actually leave him? As a kid, everyone  has told me I was just like my father, did that context still fit in? Will I get too tangled I the gang life to even consider a family life with the ones I love.

"You lied to me, you're actually good with kids" Max spoke, shutting the door behind me and pulling me along to his room. There was no need to pull me along since I knew the way, but I think Max knows that.

He let go of my hand once we reached the spacious room. "I never said I wasn't good with kids, I said I didn't like them" I stated to him as he turned away from me and turned the tv on.

"And is that true?" He asked.

The question kind of shocked me. What did he mean if it was true. Of course I hated kids, they were gross, whinny, snotty and a whole bunch of other things that could single handedly ruin man kind.

The little bundle of non-joy began to cry in my arms again. I watched as the doll sprang with cries with a fake recording.

Max groaned in tiredness and headed to his shelf where he pulled out a baby bottle. "Hand Noah to me" I did as I was told and he took the doll. He first cradle it in his arms, slightly lifting the upper back and place the bottle in its mouth. Again, the crying soon stopped, thank god because it was giving me a huge headache.

"Nice bike you have there" he noted "I assume it has a story with it?" He asked.

I nodded and sat next to him on the bed. "Robert is missing." I think it was quite funny how I never called Robert my uncle with anyone else but him and I. Did that possibly mean something.

He placed the baby on the bed "Where is he?"

I shook my head with disbelief "I think if I knew where he was than he wouldn't be missing, now would he?"

Our eyes met and he instantly blushed. "Oh right" he sheepishly spoke, averting his gaze anywhere but me. "So what does that mean for his gang and to you?"

"It means that I have to take over"

His head snapped back to me "You can't!" He exclaimed.

I let my back fall against the bed surface. My head, hitting the softness of the pillows. "Why can't I?" I lowly spoke. The tiredness  of this past week has been finally catching up to me.

"Because you have a whole life to live. And you won't get the life you deserve if you're trapped by the life of a gang member or leader" He educated softly as he notice my lack of energy. He watched me silently as I watched him back, my eyelids becoming heavier.

"I don't deserve a life, he made that clear to me" I replied. My sentence seemed to have a lot of meaning to myself, and in the end who was I referring to? Ryder? God? Or possibly my uncle?

Max crept closer to my side, reaching over and pulling the blanket over the both of us. With the new heat roaming through, I itched closer to him.

"You of all people deserve a happy and beautiful life, with a family, a loving husband and kids. And I'll be right by your side through it all"

Without trying, a light smiled found its way to my lips. His words were so powerful and held so much emotion. And with that, I fell right into a dreamless sleep. Or at least I thought.

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Authors note

I don't like this chapter.. But it had to be done. I'm really sorry I haven't been posting in awhile. I have been really busy with starting high school and all. I'm still trying to adapt to this new routine.

Anyways thanks for reading! Hoped you enjoyed!

Question: When is your birthday?

Mine is January 10 :)