The Gangleader Paction

Chapter 13: ➣ They Just Can't Get My Nose Right

"Skyler, stop that," Gabe grumbled, slapping my hand away from the radio buttons as he continued to glare at the road ahead.

"Why?" I whined, reaching for the black knob to turn it on. "I like this song,"

"Well, I don't," He snapped, irritation clear in his face as he smacked my hand away once again, stabbing the black button again to turn the music off again.

"Well too bad," I declared leaning my body forward to turn it back on. Gabe mumbled something incoherent under his breath before snatching my hand, stopping me from even touching the on button again.

"My car, my rules," He stated, giving me a smug annoyed look before throwing my hand back onto my lap, 

"Technically the car is under Xavier's name," I stuck my nose at him mimicking his puffed up look. He rolled his eyes, gazing back at the almost vacant road we had taken in between two eerie looking forests.

According to my sense of direction and a little help from Google Maps, Xavier's mansion was built in the middle of nowhere, literally. The house isn't even on the map, it's supposed to be a vacant land covered in forests and overgrown shrubs for miles. So the nearest convenient stores are either all the way in the city or miles off into marked roads. Hope Gabe knows where we're going because I sure don't.

"Shut up," he grumbled, going back to ignoring me like he did the past few minutes. He kind of sort of hates the fact that he had to break gang rules without his boss knowing just to buy me, the cunning little duck, some ice-cream. Tsk, such a baby. "Where're we going anyways?" Huh?

"Why are you asking me? I told you to go to the nearest convenient store," I shrugged nonchalantly, fiddling with the aircon on the fancy looking Mercedes. Suddenly the car skidded on its breaks and I was sent hurling to the dashboard before the seatbelt whiplashed me back to the seat, nearly taking my neck with it, "What the heck Gabe?!"

"You're meaning to tell me we came out here and you don't even know where the fuck we're going?!" He growled, eyes burning with rage as he clutched the steering wheel tightly. I stared at him blankly, say, why did we come out here for no reason?

"Probably," I nodded stupidly, coming to a logical conclusion in my mind. "Yeh, we did come out here for no reason,"

He groaned under his breath, slamming his head onto the top of the steering wheel in agony. "God Xavier is going to kill me when he finds out,"

"Chillax," I patted his broad, not to mention muscular back in sympathy, "Google Maps will help us," I told him with proudly as I pointed down to his phone that was sitting in the drink holder between the two front seats.

Staring at me for a moment with tapered eyes, Gabe sighed, fishing out his phone as he stabbed in the passcode, secretly might I add, knowing what I could do with his phone in my evil little flippers its best if he kept it to himself.

I kissed my teeth expectantly, staring at the piece of heaven for a car i was in while Gabe went through his phone trying to locate where we are. "Find it yet?" I drummed my fingers rhythmically on the dashboard with impatience.

Gabe's face fell as he suddenly went pale. Scrambling over I leaned over his side, my nose on his phone trying to find out what made him look like he's seen a ghost. 

'Cannot Locate, No Search Results,'

Wait what?

"No...search...re-result-s?" I spelled out trying to register it in my head, "Huh, no search results, so?" I shrugged casually as I fell back on my seat trying to comprehend the situation.

"We are so dead," He mumbled with a ghastly expression as he dropped his phone onto his lap. I raised my eyebrows, catching a glimpse of his murderous expression. If I said he looked furious, that would be an understatement.