Accepted

We went over to Cory's, who was waiting outside with a frown on his face, I didn't even get a chance to open the door when Cory ripped it open. He stopped and looked at me before offering me and hand and helping me out of the car as Roy got out the other side. We wordlessly went inside and into the front room, as soon as I took a seat though Roy went off.

"What the fuck Jiya I told you not to mess with Braga I warned you! And now we all have pressers coming down on us." Roy snapped, blinking confused I looked at him.

"Wait what?" I questioned looking between the two. Cory looked at Roy before sitting across from me and letting out an annoyed breath.

"You've been in the games the longest, you were running with Toronto and that group. You know these streets, and if you knew how much weight you have by that alone you could run them. Now Braga knows this too, and to make matters more intense you escaped when he tried to kill you, now he's leaning on us to find and kill you. Jiya we always had your back." Cory told me with a smile, I looked over at Roy confused and he sighed.

"What can I say I liked the idea of the most respected female under my control, its hot." Toy told me and shrugged as I laughed a little, he then went on.

"I was planning on trying to get you to help me and Cory take over this place, run the show. IF you say something people around here and gunna follow. That's why I wanted Mia's shop I was going to try and turn it into head base for you." Roy stated and grinned a bit.

"We needed to appeal to Braga though which is the reason for the name calling. We both know you can hold your own, but with Braga you need the help. We already know about Dom being back in town and your friend's boyfriend being a cop. We also know it was Bindi who is the nark." Cory started.

"But we need this to be made perfectly clear now, were not letting them back into the game, if you wanna start a crew and have them fine, but were not dealing with them were dealing with you. So we can do this one of two ways. We can either help each other, or you do whatever crazy shit you have planned and we give you no aid. Choice is yours." Roy stated, blinking there confused I waited, this was a dream right.

"Jiya we need an answer." Cory stated after some time.

"was waiting for me to wake up. But I agree with you guys. So what's the plan?" I questioned getting a smile from Roy who sat down and grinned at me.

"We have a meeting of egos." Roy stated and I rolled my eyes.

"How back was the gunshot wound?" Cory asked suddenly and I blinked at him.

"Your bleading." He added and I looked down, my left hand pulling my shirt away and I felt a frown on my face. Some of my stiches had ripped.

"A few stiches ripped. " I calmly told them.

"A few?!" Roy stalked over and smaked my hand away before looking down my shirt and cursing.

"That should have been a kill shot, you need to get that looked at again." Roy told me, Cory reached for him phone and dialed a number.

"Roy im fine." I muttered but was too late.

"He's on his way." Cory stated and I sighed.