A.N. Another day, another chapter. By the way, I don't check my past chapters for inconsistencies so fingers crossed I don't write something that conflicts with an earlier chapter.
Chapter 14 - M&M's
"Hrk— It's getting tight again."
Rory rewrapped the bandages tightly around his chest.
It was a few weeks since Rory helped take control of Vale's criminal network. Currently, he was in his own room in what was now 'The Club - Grand Reopening' taking time to himself while the others set up for business later that night.
He had a thing against sharing rooms, especially when he needed to changes his bandages every day. It was something he did every day for a couple of years now.
The first time he asked Neo to go buy some for him, she kept mother henning him and tried to see if he got any injuries from the fight against King. Only she and Roman - and Junior and all the other gang members during King's fall - knew that he had no Aura.
Of course, due to several reasons, he had to deny her attempts of stripping his body down and checking for every little cut he didn't have. There is a reason why Rory always wears sweaters or other long-sleeved clothes.
Walking out his assigned room, Rory went directly to the kitchen. While Junior and the rest of the mooks knew how to stir together some drinks, none were exactly skilled in the culinary arts.
During King's time, The Club was more like a seedy bar than it was a club. While prices were dirt cheap, it came with the problem of poor service.
Junior decided to rebrand their image and to take things up a notch. Roman was a big supporter of this initiative, saying how the club should cater to more high-end types.
Emerald and Neo didn't really care, and the two went out for ice-cream while everyone else worked.
While the others were preparing for tonight's opening, Rory was wondering what to make in the kitchen.
A sudden crash brought Rory out of his thoughts, and Rory snapped his head in the direction the sound came from.
"Hello?"
Walking forward, Rory turned a corner and saw behind the island countertop were two young girls in the middle of a mess of pots and pans.
Seeing him, the two only quivered and curled up - shivering as if they expected to be hit.
Rory only stared at the two twins before slowly bending his knees and crouched down.
"Hey, my name's Rory. What's your's?"
The two didn't answer, but Rory knew who they were. It made sense that he would eventually meet the Malachite twins.