"This is a male dominated business Rowan! You won't make it one minute without my help." My father said aggravated as he organizes the papers on his desk.
"Fine! if you have so little faith in me to do this on my own why don't we just throw me in th...
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It's been a week or so since the ball, and since I've taken over the Northside. My father took off a few days ago to go who knows where, but he said he'd be home in the next few days.
Not much has happened, well except the ban I placed on my bar. No Westsider is allowed to step foot in there until I say so.
I own a bar on the very edge of the northside. It's so close to the border of the neutral zone that I allowed gang members of all sides to enter. There are rules though, no selling of any type of drugs, and for the most part no gun violence.
When my mom died she left me the property in her will, all in my name and not in my father's. She had made it into more of a hang-out center where everyone could get along but when I turned seventeen I renovated it into a club.
But I have been known to be a tad overdramatic and ban whole sides from entering when I was pissed off, but no one can really blame me this time. Mason bad-mouthed my mother. My dead mother.
Overdramatic my ass.
"ROWAN!!!!!" I Looked up from my phone as I heard someone scream my name. I was sitting on the couch with Matty and Lee when Mal came sprinting in with his phone in his hand.
"Can I go hang out with Cooper and Lexi?" He asked taking a few deep breaths, which would be needed if he ran here all the way from his room upstairs. "Go ahead. You know you don't have to ask me just leave and send me a text." I said, glancing down at my phone for a second.
"I know, but the guards at the front gate won't let me out without being told." That got my attention, because I've never told my guards that.
"And who told them that?" I asked putting down my phone.
"Andy." he simply said, typing out a text on his phone.
"Well, I'll talk to them, go just text me if you're going to be out all night." I would definitely have to have a talk with Andy.
We took in Mal when he was eleven. He had run away from an abusive father who lived on the outskirts of Eaglesview. He ran all the way to the neutral zone and was living on the street.
When I first met him I immediately knew that we needed to take him in, I was with Andy at the time walking back from Jo's, he told me my father would never agree but I didn't really care.
My father being my father said no right away but I was persistent. I wasn't going to let this adorable little child go back to living on the streets. Eventually, he caved and said he could stay but he refused to become his legal guardian, and that's when Andy stepped in.
Andy became his legal guardian and I had a room put together for him.
"Ok, thanks. See you guys later." He said before grabbing a bag from the stairs and heading for the front door. Picking up my phone I clicked off the pet store page and called the gate to let them know he was leaving and that he no longer needed permission to leave the grounds.
