《Madam Mafia》-Decision
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Ryder leads me out the room aka my prison and brings me to the main hall where he tells me to sit.
"I'm calling the boys right now." He says, walking into the kitchen with his phone to his ear.
I sit on the chair and sigh.
Am I really making the right decision?
The moment my father finds me this whole gang will probably be killed if they try to protect me.
Do I want that? Am I ready to put all these lives in danger because of me?
I shake my head.
I won't let it happen. They're my responsibility after this and I'll give up my freedom if I have to.
I'm tired of hiding, running, and being afraid. It's not how I was raised and it's not who I am.
I'm a fighter, I've always been and I can't keep hiding from people because of my father. He's going to find me one day and I'll be ready.
We'll be ready.
I thought Ryder was the one controlling my life, how he kept me in that room for days and made every decision for me but in a way, my life's been in a box since I left my father.
Everything I did was so that he wouldn't find my mom and me. Dressing up like a bum, wearing fake glasses, acting like a weak little pitiful person. It was all so he wouldn't find me. Even my dreams for the future are because I want to keep away from him.
Ryder hasn't controlled my life. If anything, he set me free. By kidnapping me and opening my eyes.
How ironic.
I'm not hiding anymore and I'm not running either, because of Ryder I've finally been able to make my decisions for myself.
Becoming Queen isn't for Ryder, or this gang. It's for me to take my life back. My fucking life back.
I can't let my father control me anymore so I won't. Starting from now on.
I was afraid to be Queen because my dad would find me but now I just can't be bothered by it. He's coming, I know and I'll face him this time.
As equals. One on one. I can't have Ryder fighting my battles for me.
I won't allow it--
"There's our favorite girl!" Lucas shouts walking into the room followed by about 20 others.
He snaps me out my thoughts and I almost flinch back.
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Ryder walks in from the kitchen, sliding his phone in his pocket with an annoyed look on his face.
"Why are you so loud?" He asks, sitting next to me, adressing Lucas.
I look up at the boy as he sits across from us and he winks at me then turns to Ryder.
"No need to ask, I've always been like this, you know that. Now let's talk about what we're really here for." My eyebrow quirks up.
Oh ok, boss man.
Ethan and Caleb sit on either side of him and while Caleb nods his greeting, Ethan avoids eye contact. The rest of the men stand.
I grin at Ethan.
How adorable. It'll be nice training him.
"You're right," Ryder says,"I'm here to introduce your Queen who you all should remember. Rose, she'll--" I cut him off.
It's my introduction I should be saying it.
"Thanks Ryder but I can handle them myself." I smile at him, getting up off the chair and standing.
I look around the room for a moment, seeing all the disapproving stares.
Hmm, so they don't like me?
Interesting.
"So what do you all think of me? I want a honest answer." I stare at all the boys in the room. As my eyes meet them they move their gaze, shifting around uncomfortably.
I finally meet Ethan's eyes and find him glaring at me.
"Yes Ethan?" I ask.
He clenches his jaw.
"I think you're wasting our time." His glare intensifies.
"How?" I say, slightly grinning.
"You're not meant for this kind of life. You were probably raised in a nice house with both your parents spoiling you, giving you everything you wanted. You saw Ryder and thought you wanted him too and for some reason he took you. Now you're playing around with the idea of leading us. I won't be lead by some selfish little girl who doesn't understand half of what she's getting into!" He's standing at this point and breathing heavily.
My grin widens and I can't help the laughter that bubbles up and escapes me.
I'm fucking fuming.
Ethan looks at me with hatered.
I step closer to him with a smile on my face still.
"See! You don't take this seriously and its going to get you and us kil--" I grab his face, bringing my hand under his jaw and squeezing tightly.
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The smile on my face disappears.
"I don't have to tell you anything about myself. I don't even have to be here. But out of the goodness in my heart I decided I would protect you all and you spitting words out about how you think my life was and who you think I am, when you know absolutely nothing about me, makes me think. It makes me think of how amusing and ironic life is." I drop his jaw.
"I'm not here to be your friend. If anyone has anything else to say please say it."
"You're not fit for our leader!" A random voice rings out in the back. Shouts of agreement follow and I stare back at the group.
"Then who the fuck is? Tell who is and I promise I won't even look back when I leave."
The crowd quickly falls quiet.
"Exactly. I'm not asking you to accept me right away. How could I? None of you know who I am." I shoot a look at Ethan saying this line.
"I know I must look like a random woman who's come to steal away all your King's attention and yeah I am. But I'm also here to train you and make you guys stronger. Simple."
"How?" Finally Lucas says something, his silence was throwing me off.
I blink at him and think for a moment.
I guess we can have a little show and tell...
"Anyone of you who think they can take me on, and win in a fight come here."
They all move forward, but Caleb getting up has them all moving back again.
I nod.
"Come at me." I smirk.
He stares at me.
I blink and all of a sudden his fist appears out of nowhere, heading towards my face.
I dodge it, coming up under his arm and throwing him over my shoulder, on to the ground. I turn, crouching right in front of him, putting my hand to his throat.
If this was a real fight, he would've died.
A couple gasps echo through the silence and Caleb lies stunned on his back.
He seems shocked and so do the boys standing.
"Anyone else?" I wait, but this time no one moves forward. I stand up, brushing off my knees.
Caleb gets up and sits on the floor, still seeming shocked.
"Any complaints about me?" No one responds. I look Ethan directly in his eyes and see the conflict in them. The confusion.
I scoff.
I would've done this earlier if I knew this is all it would take.
"Alright then see you guys in a couple days for training." I wave and head up towards my room, winking once at Ryder.
He looks at me intensely and I shake my head. A small grin makes it's way to my lips.
That was tiring. I'm gonna take a nap.
That's why she's mine.
I look around at all my home based members and chuckle.
"Where'd you find her?" Caleb asks still staring into nothing.
"That's the most you've ever said to me and you don't have to know." I narrow my eyes at him.
"Oh and by the way if anyone still can't accept her I suggest you get out cause if you don't want her, you don't get me. Also, she's mine I don't want any of your eyes on her or else I'll kill you. Understand?"
They all nod.
Even Ethan.
"Now leave." They all file out and my 3 in charge come up to me.
"How'd you get her to agree to be Queen?" Lucas asks.
I shrug.
"Lucky I guess." I say.
The way she handled all the boys remarks and shit... She's a born leader. I just gave her a position to lead. Plus she looked so sexy doing it. Damn, she looked so good. Fuck, I want her right now.
"Stop asking questions about her. You're going to get me mad. Oh and Ethan, I don't ever want to hear you disrespecting her like that, ever again. I can and will replace you if you get on her bad side." I glare at him as he sucks his teeth but nods.
"She fits you." He says, avoiding eye contact.
"Perfectly." I respond, smiling to myself.
"Whipped!" Lucas shouts.
I chuckle. I am. I really am.
A smile spreads on my face.
And I haven't felt this good in so long.
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