Jessica was fuming as she looked at Delilah. "I don't know what's going through his mind but this cannot stand." She lowered her head while shaking it then snapped her eyes towards her. "Sorry, it was important." She laughed because she didn't really think about Delilah being sleep but she really didn't care. "I'll stall them. Hurry up!" She rushed her while running out of Delilah's room and back into the living area.

"I object!" She shouted while raising her arm up in the air then dropping it suddenly. Her brother turned towards her with a furious look plastered upon his face. All of the members of the gang turned her way with a gasp but then shrugged because it was just Jessica being Jessica. "What makes you think you can just take over the gang without an initial vote, Don?" She asked as he was about to respond but she stopped him by placing a finger on his lips. "Shh..." She smiled. "I'm not done yet."

Jessica trailed along the living area, arms behind her back as if she was a lawyer in the court room. She bit her bottom lip nervously and eyed her brother when she was done speaking. "Well, I'm not trying to replace anybody, Jess. I'm just taking ownership." Donnie responded while standing up and walking towards her. "Don't ever bring daddy up in this house again or that I am trying to be just like him. Got it?" He said while towering over her.

Jess lowered her head with a nod then wished for Delilah to show up before the gang left for their annual evening ride.

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Mark never really stayed at home because of his wife having such a huge problem with him being apart of a gang. He honestly didn't care because he was faithful to her but she didn't think so. Again, he didn't care. Mark didn't really have any plans for the gang today but then again, he didn't want to tell them that. He had to think of something fast because they were going to show up at any given minute.

He slipped off the couch that Harry had provided for him and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. He thanked Harry a million times for letting him sleepover, as always. He always thought as Harry as a brother to him even though they hated each other on several occasions. Mark laughed about their little petty arguments though and still loved him at the end of the day.

The coffeemaker chimed after the last and final drip. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. Mark fixed himself a cup of coffee then went into Harry's alcohol cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Vodka then poured a little bit into his coffee then shrugged and poured a lot more in there. His cell phone was ringing as he walked over towards it then saw it was his wife. Mark just threw the phone to the side and sat down on the couch, sipping his coffee.