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Den of Vipers
Sinners and Saints: Chapter 1
Pairing: Mafia! Ashton Irwin x Fem! Hemmings! Reader
Word count: 5.8 k
Summary: Devastating news forces you to knock on the door of the last person you’d ever want to see.
Warnings: Death, murder, blood, guns, mentions of drugs, abuse, torture, kidnapping, language. Some gramatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)
Author’s Note: Hiya! Welcome to my new series. I won’t have a taglist anymore, so any way you can support this, whether it is a reblog, comment or like, would be very much appreciated ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy reading 🌻✨❤️
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The roaring sound of the engine could be heard from your room, distracting you from the book you were so comfortably reading. A smile crossed your features as you jumped out of bed and made your way outside.
The sun was starting to set with the golden hour on the horizon. The image of your brother’s back walking out the door welcomed you for just a moment before you decided to jump on him, immediately making him drop the small amount of luggage he was carrying.
“Since when do you leave without saying goodbye?” You laughed, perfectly koaling your way along his broad back.
The perks of being a little sister: you’re never too old or too heavy for piggyback rides from your siblings.
Luke groaned a laugh “Since I figured I could be free from your ass a few minutes longer”
You jumped off him “You don’t mean that”
“Of course not,” He smiled, pulling you into a hug. “I was going to go up to your room in a few minutes”
It was always like this when he had to leave. Ever since he started helping your father at work, he’s been gone most of the time, barely having any time for you. It was no secret that Luke was your favorite amongst your brothers, nor did he hide the fact that you were his favorite as well. It was just the way it is, having just two years distancing you of age he became your best friend from the beginning. And it was not like you were allowed many friends either - or rather, no one wanted to be your friend because of your last name.
Luke got that, everyone in the family did. But growing up made it harder for you than your brothers. Being the only girl in the family does that.
“How long are you leaving this time?”
Luke sighed “Dad said it’s only for a week, but you know him”
“So I should expect you by the end of the month” You answered him, trying to hide the hurt in your smile “Can’t you come back early? At least for a few days?”
“Why?” He asked with a puzzled expression “Is there something important happening or…?” You punched him, he laughed “Of course I’ll try to be here for your birthday, little thunder”
And if Luke said he would try, he meant it.
He kissed your forehead before a loud honk could echo throughout the house.
“Someone’s impatient” You rolled your eyes.
“We gotta love him” Luke shrugged, grabbing his luggage and giving you one last look “Take care, Y/N”
“You, too! I’ll see you when you get back”
“I’ll bring you a present!”
You stayed at the door until you watched the car disappear through the gates. Little did you know what would happen next.
*
The brain works in funny ways. Always reminding you of things you would rather forget.
It’s been a week since “it” happened, but there wasn’t a day where you didn’t relieve it at least once.
The rain against the window; the loud knocks on the door. You were sitting in the kitchen, putting the last candles on your birthday cake, anxious about the promise Luke made you as you looked at the clock. How did they let the police just pass through the gate like that? Maybe the guards knew it was urgent. How you walked down the hall, careful just to eavesdrop without being noticed, just in time to watch your mother fall to her knees, her beautiful party dress ruined as the most horrifying sound left her mouth.
Then, it was all a blur.
People dressed in black. Your father having meetings after meetings behind closed doors, always catching your eye before the familiar click of the lock filled the silence. How the rain felt against your skin as the casket containing your brother's body was lowered down to the ground, never to be seen again. Your mother’s tears. The fake “I’m sorry for your loss” speeches. Your father's stone-cold expression as his hand covered your shoulder with some sort of affection. The silence that came afterward.
But it couldn’t end like that. It wasn’t right.
“We need to find him,” You told your father after the funeral.
He was sitting behind his desk, looking the oldest you’ve ever seen him. His eyes weren’t even focusing on you, almost as if he were also lost.
The first time he lost a son, Ben, your oldest brother, it made him cold as ice. It helped him build the empire he had now, grown on the blood of the enemies he took down along the way. You were just a child then, not older than thirteen, but you remember how fast things started to change. How friends stopped being friends, how business never meant the same thing again, how your mother stopped smiling as the jewels in her chest started growing.
But this is different.
“Dad,” You begged, hating how you sounded like a little kid again.
“There is nothing we can do, Y/N,” He said, coldly.
That’s who Robert Hemmings was, never sugarcoating anything. He tried, albeit your mother’s begging, to keep you out of the know of the family business. You were their only daughter, their little Angel, what good would it do to drag you into this world of madness and blood? It seemed like she didn’t know you at all.
“So you’re just going to sit there and do nothing?!” Your voice rose with every word.
Your father didn’t dignify you with a response, instead, he chose to sit back and close his eyes. For the first time in years, you realized just how old your father was getting. The creases upon his face were as deep as the dark circles under his eyes. His white hair was getting thinner by the hour, and the spots on his skin seemed to be growing.
For a second you wondered just how much time it had passed since you saw him smile, since you spent time with him like you used to when you were a little kid. But you were not a kid anymore, and the man in front of you did not seem like your father at all.
He seemed tired, he probably was after all of this. But you were tired as well, tired of so, so many things that you were done keeping quiet for.
“He is still out there,” You said, more quietly this time “I know he is”
“Y/N…” He sighed, rubbing the pads of his fingers on his temple, trying hard to come up with the right words before he exploded in a fit of anger as he usually does with his subordinates “You heard what the police said. You read the reports even though we told you not to-”
“The reports said they only found one body, dad. One!” You wanted to scream, to shake some sense back into him but for what? You could already see the lost battle before it even began “Maybe Luke wasn’t in the car, maybe-”
“The car was completely burned out! They found his jewelry, some bones- Y/N I don’t know how else to tell you! They’re dead!”
“Jack is dead,” You said somberly “Jack’s body is the only one that they found. Jack’s the one six feet below. Not Luke”
Robert sat back in his chair, shaking his head as you continued with your ranting.
“The bones couldn’t be identified, so it could be one poor soul that got the short end of the stick. It could be one of the collateral damage, as you call them, right dad? Could be fucking anyone! Luke could still be out there, he could be in trouble and we’re sitting here doing nothing-!”
A loud bang interrupted you. Your father’s fist was tense over his desk after he banged on it, not caring about the glass of water that tipped over and was now spilling over the edge of the mahogany. The vein on his neck was trembling as well as his jaw, but his eyes weren’t focused on you. Instead, he looked down, eyes wide and unreadable with every emotion hidden and swallowed by his pride.
Still, that didn’t scare you.
“Jack would’ve wanted for us to find him”
“Don’t you fucking talk about your brother” Robert spat.
“Someone has to!” You stood up, letting the foot of the chair drag against the floor. You have never stood up to your father before, but it was time to change some things around the Hemmings' household “You know I’m right”
“Y/N, Luke is dead,” He said, finally looking straight at you. The helplessness in his eyes took you by surprise “The sooner you accept it, the better. The ceremony for his remains will be-”
“No! That’s not him!” You nearly cried, but you promised yourself not to. Not in front of him. Not ever “I’m not going to mourn a stranger standing in his place”
Your father just shook his head, letting his hands distract him as he sorted out the papers on his desk.
“Dad,” You demanded his attention, leaning over his desk “Dad!”
No response, no reaction.
“Fine,” You said, voice laced with anger “I’ll go find someone who will pay attention to me”
You started to walk away, not looking back as your nails dug into the flesh of your palm, cutting the skin to distract you from crying out of rage and disappointment. This was not how you expected he would react. You didn’t expect him to give up just like that.
The merciless boss of one of the biggest mafia rings in the country… giving up for his son.
“Y/N,” He called out before you closed the door behind you, making you stop in your tracks but you refused to look at him “I’m thinking of selling the business”
Those words left you frozen in place, a drop of cold sweat dripping down your back as you turned to him, clear fear in your eyes.
“What?”
Robert, stoic as usual, didn’t look up as he signed over something.
“The Luccas made an offer” He explained in so little detail “I believe it’ll be for the best”
“For the best?!” You scoffed, feeling completely betrayed. A new low you believed your father could never be able to reach “For the best of whom? Your conscience? Breaking news, dad. You don’t have one. Cause if you did, you would never-”
You pressed your lips together, shushing the lump in your throat that threatened to escape in a sob. You took a deep breath and turned to your father.
“I hope you know this is the last time I’ll ever talk to you again if you dare to sell it to them. To him”
“That’s not your decision to make”
“Then consider me dead along with the rest of your children. You’re good at that”
The banging on the door was heard all over the house along with your shoes stomping on the floor.
*
He could laugh. Was it possible that they were that stupid?
It wasn’t a rare occurrence for Calum Hood and Michael Clifford to come at him for help, but really? Drugs?
“This has to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever asked me,” He said, both Calum and Michael shifted a little in their seats.
There they were, sitting in comfortable velvety cushion seats with leather handles; drinking a whiskey that was probably older than them; hands adorned with expensive jewelry and dressed in the finest suits they could afford. And they were afraid.
It was normal, of course, to feel intimidated by him. After all, his reputation preceded him as one of the deadliest men in the country. His successful deals gave him millions, and the ones that weren’t as successful still made him a threat. Men feared him or wanted to be him. Women fell at his feet on their knees and not just to beg for mercy.
There was no wonder why he was nicknamed “Lucifer” given that his eyes resembled the evil and cruelty of Alexander Cabanel’s painting. There was no good left in him, not that anyone knew. Not that he would show proof of that.
Ashton Irwin was a proud man, a respectable man. And the two men in front of him knew it, so why waste their time?
Both Calum and Michael were famous around town as well. The prodigal son, Calum Hood, became a household name after he took on the family business after holding his father at gunpoint to sign the papers for him. Soon, he enlisted Michael Clifford, a wizard in technology and heir to his own fortune - albeit a bit small - as his right-hand man. They made themselves known in the business, and even Ashton had to admit that it was surprising how quickly they went up the ladder amongst the other families he knew. But, as any rookies, they made a few mistakes and asked a lot of favors that they were now trying to amend.
“Calum, how’s your girl?” Ashton asked, leaning back on his chair, pretending that their request was never asked in the first place “Still running that bookshop back on Seventh Street?”
The smirk on Ashton’s face might not have meant anything else but a taunt to Calum. But the latter didn’t like the way he said it, almost as if he knew that his girl was his only weakness.
“She’s good” He answered, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing him affected.
Ashton hummed, looking at the third guy who was standing near the mirror on the wall.
“It’s not nice to bring security and bodyguards for a talk with friends,” He said.
“Is that what we are?” Michael asked, “Is that what we’re doing?”
“You tell me, Clifford. Cause I know for sure that if you came to me as partners then we wouldn’t even have this conversation” Calum opened his mouth to speak but Ashton silenced him “Because as you know, I don’t make deals with lost causes, and right now I’m seeing two in front of me”
“Ashton-”
“There’s a thing called “unsaid agreements” in this business, Calum, I know you’re familiar with that. And that is we don’t shit where we eat. We don’t sell drugs in this city, we don’t make deals with the locals, and for fuck’s sake we don’t owe favors to the ones that don’t comply with this agreement” He pointed his finger at the two men in front of him “And you two fuckers did the three things together”
“Well, what choice did we have?!” Calum asked “The Luccas were threatening to take over our territory and-”
“And I don’t give a fuck about the Lucass’” Ashton spat “In fact…”
In one swift move, he took a gun under his desk and shot the security guard right in the head.
“WHAT THE-”
“FUCKING CHRIST”
The two men yelled and jumped as the gun went off. Splatters of blood could be found in their clothing and faces, but nothing compared to the smear of blood and brains that now dropped from the mirror. Ashton, as usual, sat back in his chair with a smirk and hid the gun. Not a single drop of blood hit him or his desk.
“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” Calum yelled, trying to wipe the blood from his clothes, showcasing his lack of knowledge of the business.
“Cause he was wearing a microphone you jackass!” Ashton spat “Hidden on the belt, look it up”
Michael leaned down and he in fact found a small microphone hidden behind the buckle. He sighed as he showed it to Calum. The two men looked back at Ashton with tired looks filled with anger and embarrassment.
“Another advice,” He said “Don’t fucking invite newbies to “important” meetings”
“You think you’re so smart…”
“I know I’m smart, Hood, and I’m the best there is in this business so don’t you fucking forget it. There’s a reason you came to me and not to the bloody Bermans” He got up and walked up to Calum, grabbing his chin and pulling his closer “I’m the only chance you have but I don’t even know if you two idiots deserve it. So, admit it, Hood”
Calum rolled his eyes, but Ashton tightened his grip.
“Say it” He nearly whispered, looking straight into his eyes.
“Jesus fuck, fine. We need you, okay?”
Ashton smiled, letting go of Calm and patting him on the cheek “Atta boy”
Just in time, someone knocked on the door before opening it. A young blond girl dressed in a white crop top and leather pants peaked inside, only showing half of her body but her whole face.
“Sir?”
“Lauren, not now”
“There’s someone here to see you”
Ashton rolled his eyes “I don’t have time for it right now. Whatever or whoever it is, it can wait till at least for the cleaning to come up”
“I don’t think it can wait, sir. She’s very insistent. I’ve been trying to hold her back for twenty minutes now” Ashton gave her a look that made her roll her eyes “She says her name is angel and that it’s urgent”
Ashton perked up at the name. Slowly biting the inside of his cheek, he nodded and turned back toward his desk.
He clicked his tongue before looking toward Michael and Calum, and then back to his assistant.
“Bring her in and send the cleaning team to at least remove that idiot, please” Lauren nodded and closed the door. He looked at his desk, putting away some papers as he nonchalantly said “You two, out”
“What?!”
“This isn’t over, Irwin-”
“Yes, Clifford it is” He stared at them but barely raised his head “Now get the fuck out before I make you”
Ashton could only hear a string of murmured curses and then the door closing with a bang. He smirked, “Angel,” He whispered to himself in a singing, mocking tone “What have you gotten into”
*
The blonde girl looked familiar. Her smile showed some kindness that you weren’t used to seeing around these places, even when you first encountered her behind the bar. She didn’t ask questions other than your name and the reason for your sudden visit.
“He doesn’t see people without a previous appointment,” She said, handing one more beer to the drunken men who slurred their thank you’s to her.
“What, is he a doctor?” You chuckled humorlessly, but the girl didn’t laugh along with you. her bright blue eyes just showed pity and understanding. You sighed “Look, tell him is angel, he’ll see me”
The girl shrugged “I can’t promise you anything, doll. Just wait here”
Once she was out of sight through a backdoor, you took your time to scan the place. Ashton did outsell himself with this one.
“The Den of Vipers” was the most popular club in the city, having opened ten years ago when Ashton took over the family business, it was still filled with clients who wanted to get lost for a while. Ashton was good at making people disappear, and it showed. This place screamed his name wherever you would look.
The floor was a dark marble with white gold lines separating the tiles. There were booths against the walls, all made of velvet cushions and leather. The lights were low, and changing from blue to purple, to green and then white again as the music played, it was impossible to keep track of the people there thanks to it. The bar itself was made of bulletproof glass, standing proudly and mockingly in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by different bodies lost in the mindless music the DJ of the night put on, almost in trance and unaware of the things that happened behind the scenes.
Of course, this whole charade of a humble business owner was just Ashton’s front to the authorities - even though they always seemed to be on his side, many times you heard your father complain about it - but you knew the reality. In fact, you were sure that when the girl came back, you’d be led through the backdoor and into the real building. You’d walk through careful hallways that will eventually lead you to the owner’s real office.
And that is exactly what happened once she came back and guided you through cushioned, sound-proofed walls covered in dark green velvet. The lights of the halls were dimmed, giving the feeling of being watched at all times like a haunted house. And you wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case, after all, Ashton could be anything but careless when it came to a negotiation.
Which is exactly why you’re here.
When you got to the door of his office, you didn’t need to knock as the door opened immediately. Two guys dressed in black came out carrying a bodybag, leaving the door open. You rolled your eyes because, of course, Ashton would make a big show.
“I’ll take it from here,” You said to the girl, giving her a small smile that she mirrored.
The first thing you saw when you came into the office was the desk. It had nothing but some papers and a lamp, no sign of family pictures or hobbies. It was common for the “big bosses” to keep their workplaces clean of any personal relationships, but coming from Ashton it seemed pretentious - at least for you.
The mirror still had blood stains on it and you could tell they were still fresh, even so you didn’t look twice. Blood and guts are not something that shocks you anymore, and that realization came with a whole can of worms you weren’t ready to open up yet. There were some stains on the floor and what you could assume was gunpowder residue, so you were careful not to step on those.
“I’d apologize for the mess, princess. But you and I both know it doesn’t matter”
You turned to find Ashton with his back facing you as he fixed a drink on his personal mini-bar. His broad shoulders and back were covered with the finest of suits - from Milan, everyone and their mothers wore clothes from Milan - his hair was longer than the last time you saw him.
When he turned around, however, it seemed like nothing had changed.
He looked mature, of course, twelve years can do that to someone. But his eyes were still the same shade of hazel you remember, only a bit more sadist. He looked good, and somehow you hated that. It was time to put the past in the past where it belonged and stop the memories before they cloud your mind. Still, something inside you kept telling you, urging you to let yourself go. What did it matter how he looked? But that thought came late for the half smile he wore as he walked up to you, made you realize that he caught you staring.
“Here,” He said, handing you a glass of whiskey and coke. How’d he know your favorite drink? that was a question for another time “I assume you’re a big girl now, princess”
You glared at him as you swallowed the whole glass in one go, never taking your eyes off him and his unimpressed look.
“‘m not a princess” You said, dryly “And I can make my own drink, thank you”
You pushed past him and walked toward the mini bar, fixing yourself another drink. It was clear that you didn’t need it, your mind was screaming and begging for you to keep a clear head while you were ahead and in front of Lucifer himself. But something in his smile… the way his eyes still treated you like a child, so condescending, brought something in you. A chance to prove yourself in front of him.
All your life you had to prove yourself in front of men like him. In front of women who think they were better than you because their hands didn’t get dirty as yours did. In front of your parents. Of Luke… How long until they realize that you are where you belong?
Once you finished making your drink you turned back to Ashton. His eyes roamed your body, shamelessly, he licked his lips briefly before a smug grin adorned his face, eyes looking straight at you.
“I can see that,” He said, leaning against his desk “So, angel, haven’t heard from you in a while”
You rolled your eyes “Don’t call me that”
“You’ve never seemed to mind it before”
“I’m not here to reminisce about the olden days, Irwin” You spat.
Ashton whistled “So the bitch can bark! Impressive. Who would’ve thought that the balls of the Hemmings family were hiding behind their youngest?” Your face turned red in anger as your fingers tensed around the glass. Ashton noticed and tauntingly walked toward you with a smirk and leaning to whisper in your ear “But guess what? Y/N, you still can’t bite”
Your body became hot at his proximity. The smell of his cologne filled your surroundings as the rage - or something else, something new - inside your stomach kept boiling. But before you could push him away, he was already pulling apart and going back to sit at his desk.
“Tell me, Y/N, what is a Hemmings doing here all by herself? Has daddy finally kicked you out?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, looking down unable to meet his eyes. You can’t believe you’re doing this, not with him. But there wasn’t any other choice.
“I need help,” You said, hating how those words sounded coming from you.
“Everybody does” He shrugged “Doesn’t mean they’re going to get it-”
“Ashton,” You finally looked back at him. The urgency of your voice and the fact that you called him by his name for the first time since you came here, took him by surprise as he listened “Jack’s dead”
Ashton’s eyes remained unchanged at your words, looking straight at you while his fingers played with his rings on the opposite hand. From his reaction, it was hard to guess that once upon a time he and the Hemmings’ siblings were inseparable, Jack being the closest of age to him and one of his first friends. Your eyes begged for him to do something, say something. To show you any indication that he might help.
The bond between your family and his broke a long time ago. You were barely a child, but you knew there was no going back to the summers filled with laughter and joy you all shared. In the blink of an eye - or at least that’s what it felt like as a child - The Irwins and the Hemmings were sworn enemies. And the friendship you had with Ashton vanished in thin air.
You and Luke took it the hardest, begging your mother to help you call the Irwin household so you could talk to Ash. Never understanding why suddenly her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head no and told you to play something else.
“He hates us,” Luke said to you once. It was another boring afternoon after you suggested calling him again. But Luke’s eyes were cold as ice, scaring you as he said “And we hate him”
And for a while that was it. You weren’t going to go against your brother, so the subject was finally dropped and you haven’t seen Ashton since. Or at least that’s what everyone thought.
But now, years after the fallout, you were hoping somehow that those words were a lie. Maybe Ashton could still hold some kind of fond memory of your families together. Anything to make you believe he might help you.
“My condolences,” He said after a while, no emotion hidden in his voice.
His comment made you angry, “Is that it?”
“What else do you want me to say?” He shrugged “People die every day, Y/N, it just the way it is”
“He was murdered”
“Shocker” Ashton scoffed with sarcasm “He was never the brightest of lads.”
“It was an ambush,” You said, unable to stop. “They were driving back home in the middle of the night when a string of bullets came raining down on the vehicle. Jack could barely escape before they found him and slit his throat. They burned the car afterward. And Luke-... Luke’s missing, Ashton”
Ashton nodded, pressing his lips in a thin line “He’s probably dead”
“No, he’s not”
And maybe it was because of your determination, or the look in your eyes when you said it, almost as if you believed it. But Ashton grinned at your statement.
“No,” He said, “He’s not”
A small breath of relief escaped your lips. Finally, somebody believed you.
“Would you help me?”
“No”
“What?!”
Ashton shrugged “Why would I help you, little Hemmings? What makes you so entitled to come here and ask for my help after what your family did?”
“My family?” It caught you off guard, what did he know that you didn’t?
“And why aren’t they helping to find their beloved golden child?” Ashton mocked, standing up and circling his desk until he was once again in front of you “All the stories we hear about the young, promising Hemmings… I’m sure they were not talking about you”
You felt your cheeks heat up at the comment, grip tightening around the glass, nearly breaking it.
“I am shocked that they didn’t start a search party already. Has daddy Hemmings opened his eyes to his karma yet? Why should I care? Matter of fact, why should you?”
“He’s my brother,”
“Cute. Not enough, but thanks for trying” He nodded toward the door “See yourself out, angel. This isn’t your castle”
Ashton turned around, not even giving you a second glance. Your hand reached out to him, grabbing him by the arm and making him stop. There were probably a few people who could do that to him, even fewer the ones who were still alive to tell the story. He turned his eyes toward you, curiosity and anger hidden in those hazel marbles staring back at you and then at your hand on his arm.
The tension was clear, but it was a little too late to rethink that mistake. If this was your only shot, then you had to take it. You owe that much to Luke.
“I- I have no one, Ash,” You said, looking down, ashamed of your statement and how weak you sounded.
Ashton didn’t say a word, he didn’t move away either. He stood there, waiting for you to continue. And for the first time in a long time, you felt relieved that someone was at least willing to listen.
“I left them,” You told him, looking straight into his eyes “I left my family because they did not believe me. They can’t find Luke, they won’t even try. He’s the only person I have left and I won’t rest until I find him, with or without your help”
Ashton grinned maniacally, a shadow appearing in his eyes as he looked down at you. Now you understand why they called him Lucifer. For he once was one of God's most beautiful angels, but temptation and his own ego were his doom. And, as he leaned down, you couldn’t help but be entranced by that wicked smile as he said, nearly whispering.
“And what are you willing to do, angel?”
It was a challenge, you could see it in his eyes. A bait to lure you into a trap. And you took it.
“Anything”
Ashton’s smile widened as he freed himself from your grasp and walked over to his desk to grab a set of keys, pressing a little button on it.
“If I’m going to help you, little Hemmings - and I’m not saying I will just yet - you’ll have to resign your name and what comes with it. I’ll be dead before I help a Hemmings out of the sheer kindness of my heart”
You rolled your eyes “You don’t have a heart, Irwin. Is that all you want? I told you I left my father”
“I don’t need a rogue princess fumbling with my business” Ashton scoffed, “So whatever I say goes. You’re working for me, Hemmings, not the other way around” He walked closer to you again, his chest nearly hitting yours “If I say go, you go. If I say we stop, you stop. If I say get out of my sight, you better pray your little feet move fast. I don’t care who you are, what you are, or what you represent. If you fuck with me, I’ll fuck right back. And I go hard, angel. No intentions of having any kind of mercy. Understood?”
You challenged him with a look, trying to figure him out. But time was running out, and you didn’t have any other option.
“Yes.” You said, dryly.
Ashton clicked his tongue “Yes, what?”
“Don’t push it, Irwin” You took a step back “So, we have a deal?”
The doors to the office opened and two large, muscly men dressed in suits came in and stood quietly but threatening at the door. You crooked an eyebrow and looked back at Ashton.
“Friends of yours?”
“Acquaintances,” He said, walking over to them and getting out the door, only stopping for a second “You comin’?”
The two men walked behind you as you followed Ashton through the halls that first brought you there. The image of his broad shoulders walking under the low lights and out toward the club shielded you from any distractions. He would sometimes glance over his shoulder, a teasing smile pulling at the corner of his lips when he noticed you were still walking a few steps behind him.
People at the club were sweaty and unashamed. Bodies grinding against one another and along the beat of a dark EDM song. Some women and boys would walk up to Ashton, letting their hands grace the skin of his face and neck or arms as they each seductively said hello to him. It seemed as if they were enchanted by him, moved by a spell of lust as their eyes would meet his. They wanted him, they all wanted him. Ashton would smile, say their names, and acknowledge them with a hello before moving to another person, another step toward the exit.
Ashton led you through a door that led to another dark hallway. The music sounded muffled through the walls, blocking your ears at the sudden change of environment. Ashton walked a few steps ahead before he stopped and turned around toward you, hands in his pockets as he looked at you and grinned.
“Now what?” You asked, annoyed “Any other fan of yours that we need to greet?”
Ashton chuckled and shook his head.
“No, just precautions”
“Precautions? Why would you-”
“Sorry, angel”
And with a snap of his fingers, the world went black.
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#ashton irwin#5 seconds of summer#suchalonelysunflower#5sos#calum hood#michael clifford#luke hemmings#sinners and saints#ashton irwin smut#ashton iriwn fic#5sos fic#5 seconds of summer fanfiction#ashton x reader#don’t blame me for what you made me do#ashton 5sos#ashton 5 seconds of summer#ashton irwin fanfiction#5sos fanfic#5SOS smut#5SOS au#mafia au
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this fanfic from 8-9 years ago I'm rereading is so fcking good w so many layers and plot twists goddd fanfics used to be this good back then and didn't even need smut for it.
++ what ppl consider angst nowadays doesn't come near the actual angst from back then.
+++ side-characters that were actually important for the plot and also had their own deep and plot relevant background stories and weren't just there for the sake of it?? it was a thing back then!!
#fanfics#wattpad#fandoms#idk y'all but back then I read like 60+ 5sos fanfics and so many left a lasting impression on me that I still remember them even now#can't find any bts fanfics that can compare to the angst#or the multiple layers or plot twists or character developments#the story I'm rereading rn is a calum mafia story but also bit college au in the beginning and god it's so good#probably my fave fanfic ever#this or the mental hospital one which was also a calum one#I miss these times#nowadays you don't find Angst like this anymore#ppl are too sensitive#you'd have to spoil every lil angst or plot twist or dramatic turn in the tags
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It is 10pm in my country. I have been up since 6am, and I have JUST finished with the paperwork for my practicum. If (and I cannot stress this enough) IF I bother editing a 27k words fic with Mafia Boss Calum, will you show it love when I post it tomorrow? 🤔
#anna writes#5sos writer#5sos imagine#calum hood fic#mafia boss fic#the lack of interactions lately is REALLY discouraging
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5sos Masterlist
✰ - most popular | ★ - series | 𐙚 - my personal favourites
hii! i no longer write for them anymore but these are all my oneshots and edits. they are veryyy old and definitely show cases my writing progression! (lol)
i apologize for any misuse of words, punction and grammar
𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝
how did you? | wc; 1k
calum sneaks into your room. fluff.
i'll be good | 3k
calum cheats on you, yet you keep running back. | part 2 | part 3 |
complete | 2k
calum is your body guard, you both are in a secret relationship because you are model but also a royal princess. | part 2 |
reflecting | 1k
calum and you make a trip to the bathroom.
secrets | 2k
calum eavesdrop on your conversation.
change your mind | 5k ✰
calum is the typical fratboy who wants to change your mind about him.
worked up | 1k
calum helps you relax after focusing on school too much.
fast learner | 3k 𐙚 ✰
you give calum head for the first time.
interruption | 2k 𐙚 ✰
you’re the wife of calum hood who is one the leaders of a mafia ring. | part 2 |
future | 4k 𐙚
calum’s life with y/n as a woc.
shameless | 3.7k 𐙚
calum wants someone to walk in.
vacation | 9.2k
your mom sends you off on vacation where you meet calum.
southside serpent | 5.8k 𐙚
calum invites himself over so you can help him study.
𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
enamoured | incomplete ★
in an alternate universe, luke buys aurora palvin and falls in love with her.
i'm sorry | 2k
luke makes it up to you after coming home late.
help | 3k ✰
in luke’s pov, he tutors y/n who was plotting all along.
angel | 4k
in luke’s pov, he falls for his new neighbour.
diamonds & gold | 3k
in luke’s pov, he’s protects y/n from the guy harassing her in school.
lolita | 3k ✰
in luke’s pov, he lets his step-sister give him a blowjob.
daddy's good girl | 3k
you disobey luke.
space | 3k
luke helping you study for science.
french study session | 5k 𐙚 ✰
you fail your french test and luke offers to correct were you went wrong.
the seven deadly sins: lust | 3.7k
overly religious luke meets you.
mr. hemmings | 5.5k ✰
you fall in love with your neighbour. | part 2 | part 3 |
southside serpent | 5.3k ✰
luke won’t stop bothering you.
heaven sent | 5.1k
you don’t want luke to leave. cmbrn inspired.
𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧
my little gift | 2k
ashton unwraps you in front of the fireplace.
silent | 3k 𐙚
ashton makes you wear a remote vibrator during class.
office escapades | 3k 𐙚
ashton admits he has feelings for his coworker. gymteacher!ash
southside serpent | 4.8k 𐙚
ashton is your childhood bestfriend who always had a thing for you.
𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝
confused | 2k
michael falls in love with you, but you only know french.
your day | 548
michael eats you out for your birthday.
unusual friendship | 3.4k
you want to try something new with your friend.
forbidden love | 4k
demigod!michael is in a relationship with you.
𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬
he finds out you slept with another band member. | part 2 |
𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬
appreciation post ( this is so bad lmfao )
au; cal & his girlfriend
au; college cal
au; ceo luke
wink ( this is really terrible too )
why don't you? 𐙚
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The thing is what annoys me about certain fans is that everyone forgets about the factory like I remember the figures in England to do with Covid so why shouldn’t Redbull hire or pay Sick pay to their staff.
Mattia honestly has no right is saying anything when Ferrari had a illegal Engine and they got off by the skin of their teeth because of a loophole 💀 no punishment.
Mercedes’ well they had the funding when no other team had the same amount as they did and the DAS thing I have no clue on that 😅 but all I know is that ALL teams complained about it yet they still had it till the end of the Season 🤷🏼♀️
2007 McLaren both Fernando and Lewis got off scotch free
2019 Ferrari both Seb and Charles got off free I mean yes Ferrari in the end had to change the engine but still
Also the Fact that the FIA are ignoring the other POC on the grid either the drivers or the mechanics is fucking wrong all we hear about is the racism Lewis faces yes it’s wrong that he gets racist shit thrown at him but what about the other drivers huh or the mechanics nothing is ever said about them, I’m sick to the back teeth of Lewis fans nothing is special about him if he never moved to Mercedes Lewis would never be a 7 time champion he would be a 1 time. Lewis might be the best of HIS generation but not all and I stand by that statement.
I’m sick of the FIA cowering about Mercedes letting them get away with everything they say and yet if Redbull says something well 🙄 Mercedes complain about redbulls pit stops gets the rules changed but Redbull are still amazing at it, Mercedes’ complain about the Floor and say Redbull are cheating gets the rules changed, it was Ferrari that had the flexi floor but nothing was ever said after that
MAFIA anyone💀💀💀
The day Lewis goes from this sport will be brilliant he can take his toxic fans away with him
Honestly I thought the Fans of f1 was better then Football but fuck me they are turning into them fans 💀 honestly I came into this sport at the wrong time 😭
I’m so sorry for the rant but honestly

No because I absolutely agree with all of this. People who want really bad penalties for Max and Red Bull seem to forget that drivers don’t usually face the punishment if the team fucks up. Ferrari and Mercedes have literally no right to be publicly accusing Red Bull of cheating to make a great car just because Red Bull are beating them. What is it Toto always said “just build a better car” and so Red Bull did. I don’t understand why there is no create in the community being given to the employees at Red Bull when they were the last to start the new regulations and did an amazing job.
Honestly I’m just sick off the whole idea that abuse against Red Bull team members and drivers is okay but when it’s another team or driver it’s wrong. We saw all the abuse that was throw at Alex, Checo for Abu Dhabi 2021 and then at Yuki for Zandvoort. We see constantly the abuse Max faces, the body shaming, death threats and alround nastiest yet nothing is said. Same with Hannah and Calum, both of whom are Red Bull team members and have suffered with constant misogynistic and racist abuse yet nothing was said by driver or the fia. We had Monza where Max was booed, his mother was called a whore, he had stuff thrown at his car and his fans were non stopped abused yet absolutely fuck all was said, there was no help for those fans, the fia simply ignored it. Sky sports commentators laughed at Max getting booed but cry when it’s Lewis getting booed…seems fair🙃
Mercedes get everything they dislike changed. The pit stops rules are a prime example and also this season getting the regulations changed just because they were unable to build a better car….this whole cost cap scandal was a desperate attempt to discredit what the Red Bull team, Max and Checo have done all year long.
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His Pet
by LouisThiccSexyGlitteryAss
Drug addict Harry Styles owes quite a bit money to Mafia Leaders Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne.
So, as usual, they're going to kill him.
What happens when Louis doesn't want to?
A/N: VIOLENCE, DRUG MISUSE AND SHIT TON OF SWEARING!
Also on Wattpad!
Words: 2260, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: One Direction (Band), 5 Seconds of Summer (Band)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin, Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Luke Hemmings/Ashton Irwin
Additional Tags: Drug Use, Dom/sub, Dom Louis Tomlinson/Sub Harry Styles, Master/Pet, Kidnapping, Drug Addiction, Mob Boss Louis Tomlinson, Collars, Liam Payne & Louis Tomlinson Friendship, Murder, Organized Crime, Smut, Violence, Gun Violence, Knifeplay, Harry in Lingerie, Pet Names
via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/9caKAI0
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NEW MIX: CUPPY - FESTIVAL MIX '22
Arriving just in time for summer, this fresh Cuppy mix plays out like the ultimate festival lineup, blending party classics with some of the biggest hits and undeniable summer jams of the past
year.
Touching on everything from dance music to Afrobeats, it features tracks from the likes of Drake, Sam Feldt, Post Malone, Burna Boy, Fireboy DML and Dave, as well as exclusive shouts-outs from Stefflon Don, Rema, Ckay, BNXN, and more. It follows on from her ‘Party in the Jungle’ mix, released earlier this year.
One of the hardest working and most multi-talented artists in the game, ‘Festival Mix ‘22’ offers an insight into the vibrant tastes of Cuppy.
Tracklist
Festival Intro 1 (w VO)
Shouse Love Tonight David Guetta Remix
Massive - Drake
Sugar - Robin Schulz feat Francesco Yates
Show Me Love EDX Remix - Sam Feldt
Alors On Danse - Stromae
Walking In The Rain - Rammor feat Aleesia
LETS DO IT AGAIN - Jamie xx
About You - Sonny Fodera Biscits
The Don - Jax Jones System Inc Stefflon Don
Beg For You - Charli XCX Feat Rina Sawayama
Alright - Alle Farben feat KIDDO
This Is What You Came For - Calvin Harris ft. Rihanna
Where Are You Now - Lost Frequencies ft Calum Scott
Playboy - Fireboy DML
Icon - Jaden
Starlight - Dave
Let It Go - DJ Khaled Feat. Justin Bieber, 21 Savage
Don't You Worry Child - Swedish House Mafia Feat John Martin
Bad guy - Billie Eilish
Sticky - Drake
SKI - Khaid
Flowers - ArrDee
Venom - Little Simz
Always - Darkoo (feat. Black Sherif)
Florence The Machine Dog Days Are Over
Tyler The Creator Earfquake
Lil Baby, Gunna - Close Friends
WAIT FOR U - Future ft Drake x Tems
Be The One - Dua Lipa
Last Last - Burna Boy
Plan B - Megan Thee Stallion
Baddest - Yung Bleu Chris Brown 2 Chainz
Therapy - Stonebwoy
Kolomental - Victony
My P.Y.T - Wale
Nana Rogues To The Max Ft Wizkid Not3s
Post Malone The Weeknd One Right Now Audio
For Days - Buju’s Drop
Djadja - Aya Nakamura
Emiliana - CKay
Fountains - Drake Ft. Tems
Gwarn - Juls feat. Burna Boy
Need Me - Gyakie
IDG - Asa (feat. WizKid)
Petite - NSG
Die Hard - Kendrick Lamar feat Blxst Amanda Reifer
Sugarcane (Remix) - Camidoh ft. Mayorkun, Darkoo & King Promise
Finesse - Pheelz ft BUJU
Overdose - Mavins Crayon Ayra Starr LADIPOE Magixx Boy Spyce
Stayin Alive - Bee Gees
Carry Me - Kygo ft Julia Michaels
Woman - Omah Lay
No Wahala (Remix) - 1da Banton Ft. Kizz Daniel & Tiwa Savage
4AM - Manny Norté 6LACK Rema Tion Wayne Love Renaissance
Non Living Thing - Sarkodie ft. Oxlade
All Night Long - Lionel Richie
First Class - Jack Harlow
Down Flat - Kelvyn Boy
SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY (Remix) - Amaarae ft. Moliy & Kali Uchis
Baddest Boy (Remix) - Skiibii ft Davido
Time N Affection feat Chris Brown - Rema
Sungba (Remix) - Asake feat. Burna Boy
Funguvhu - Josiah De Disciple
Monalisa (Remix) - Lojay Feat. Chris Brown & Sarz
Je M'apelle - DarkoVibes feat. Davido
Yard - Poco Lee feat. Bella Shmurda, Black Sherif & Alpha P
Palazzo - DJ Spinall feat. Asake
Holy Father - Mayorkun
Buga - Kizz Daniel x Tekno
Omo Ope - Asake Feat Olamide
Loving You - Zinoleesky
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National Dance Radio Airplay
Top 50 for the week ending August 12, 2023
If Only I---Loud Luxury, Two Friends, Bebe Rexha -3
Side Effects---Becky Hill, Lewis Thompson -1+
Padam Padam----Kylie Minogue -2
Strangely Sentimental---Anabel Englund -4
Let Me Go---Afrojack f/ Theresa Rex -5
Other Side---ILLENIUM, Said the Sky, Vera Blue -7
Makeba---JAIN -8
React---Switch Disco, Ella Henderson -10
Motive---Armin Van Buuren -13
So Much In Love---D.O.D -6
Beggin---Chris Lake, Aluna -14
You Got Me---TELYKAST f/ Georgia Ku -9+
Take It Off---Fisher, Aatig -13
Praising You---Rita Ora f/ Fatboy Slim -11+
0800 Heaven----Nathan Dawe, Joel Corry, Ella Henderson -16
Call On Me---Bebe Rexha -17
(It Goes Like) Nanana----Peggy Gou -22
Giving Me---Jazzy -20
Eat Your Man---Dom Dolla, Nelly Furtado -19
Running Blind---Aluna f/ Tchami -24
Drifting---Tiesto -33
I Remember (John Summit Remix)---Kaskade, Deadmau5 -26
Desire---Joel Corry, Icona Pop, Rainradio -27
AM PM---NOTD f/ Maia Wright -12+
Memory---Bonnie & Clyde -30
Phone---MEDUZA, Sam Tomkinds, Em Beihold -25
Feels This Good---Sigala, Mae Muller, Caity Baser, Stefflon Don -18
Dance The Night---Dua Lipa -28
Baby Don't Hurt Me---David Guetta, Anne-Marie, Col Leray -23
Where You Want---Riton, David Guetta, Jozzy -34
Fool 4 U---Galantis, JVKE f/ Enisa -29
Fast Forward---NIIKO & SWAE -31
From The Start ---Morgin Madison, Ryan Lucian -21
Oceans---Gryffin & Kid Joi -36
Where You Are---John Summit, Hayla -37
In A Dream---ACRAZE -35
Live Without Love---Shouse, David Guetta -40
Off My Mind---Coco & Breezy -43
Whistle---Jax Jones, Calum Scott -32
Every Thought of You---GT_OFICE & ALWZ SNNY -38
Ascend---DEZKO -41
Lights Go Out---JAUZ -42
***Something To Hold On To---David Guetta & Morten -168
***Anything 4 U---Kaleena Zanders, Anabel Englund -51
See The Light---Swedish House Mafia f/ Fridayy -39
***Rush---Troye Sivan -115
Karma---Taylor Swift -46
***Asking---Sonny Fodera & MK -55
Flowers---Mylie Cyrus -49
Miracle---Calvin Harris & Ellie Goulding -50
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Moodboard Masterlist
5 SECONDS OF SUMMER
dad calum
boyfriend!calum
hands???
beefy ashton
mafia boss calum
calum in a skirt
boyfriend!ashton
HARRY STYLES
dad harry
Italy with harry
desi wedding
soft boi harry
baker harry
rockstar harry
ai?
SPENCER REID
early seasons spencer
stripper!reader
dad!spencer
AARON HOTCHNER
TOM HOLLAND
actress!reader
golf tom
PETER PARKER
CARMEN BERZATTO
chef!reader
FORMULA ONE
oscar piastri wag
pool day with maxie
COLOR SERIES
dark blue
baby blue
green
pink
orange
white
purple
black
red pt1
red pt2
yellow
MISC
calum Elle interview
ashton Elle interview
michael elle interview
luke elle interview
calum in a tank top
idk how to explain this
blond calum
ashton in a green shirt that made me wanna die
recently...
smoking is bad
dad w2s
#masterlist#5sos#ashton irwin#calum hood#micheal clifford#luke hemmings#criminal minds#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#peter parker#tom holland#carmy berzatto#harry styles#moodboard
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Im 4 followers away from 2 K 🥹🩷 even though my life is just a hurricane as of now and I haven’t posted in a while, the love you still show for my writing makes me extremely happy and thankful. So, I promise that as soon as possible (aka, once I leave school and have a few days for myself) I would update my page with some new (or updated) stories 🩷
So…. Let me know
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so since I can't continue reading that yoongi fanfic I had found on ao3, I guess I'll just continue working on my own yoongi fanfic then since I literally have nothing else to do all day long :')
also might reread some of the good old 5sos fanfics from wattpad's golden years 2014-16
that calum fanfic called 'mafia' from back then is still my ult fave ff of all time
also glad I cross-posted all my bts stories here on tumblr and wattpad, otherwise I'd be hella scared to lose them w this ddos attack 😭
#ao3#bts fanfic#wattpad#tumblr#author problems#fangirl problems#but srsly I hope they can solve this issue soon 🥺
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WQBY
TOP 30 for the week ending June 5th, 2022
1. Killing Me --COIN-1 (4th week @ #1)
2. Fading Like A Flower --Roxette, Galantis-18
3. Good Luck --Mabel, Jax Jones, Galantis-3
4. You Belong --The Presets-2
5. Come Around Again --Armin Van Buuren, Billen Ted, JC Stewart-7
6. Day By Day --Frank Walker, Two Feet-5
7. My Love --Florence & the Machine-4
8. My Pony --R3HAB-6
9. In Chicago --John Summit-15
10. Words --Alesso, Zara Larson-23
11. Deja Vu --Oliver Heldens, Anabel Englund-20
12. Forgive Me --Sofi Tukker, Mahmut Orhan-16
13. 1x1 --Galantis-13
14. Move --DNCE-24
15. Hallucination (Chilled) --Regard, Years & Years=19
16. Original Sin --Sofi Tukker-22
17. West Coast --OneRepublic-14
18. Night Call --Years & Years-8
19. On My Knees --Rufus Du Sol-12
20. Where Are You Now --Lost Frequencies, Calum Scott (Kungs remix)-10
21. Like That --Seamus D-29
22. Alive --Gryffin, Calle Lehmann-17
23. *Sacrifice --The Weeknd (return)
24. When The Lights Go Down --DVBBS, Galantis, Cody Simpson-26
25. Unsung Hero --for King & Country-25
26. *Melody --Sigala (return)
27. Heaven Takes You Home --Swedish House Mafia, Connie Constance-27
28. Man On The Moon --Alan Walker, Benjamin Ingrosso-11
29. The Motto --Tiesto, Ava Max-21
30. *On My Way (Marry Me) --Jennifer Lopez (TELEkast remix) (return)
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Hi Sly!!🥰🥹
1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?
To be honest, my Bridgerton au with Calum🫣 I have all the plot points and storyline (and moodboard) and a special twist😉 complete but—yeah I’m nervous. Plus the outline is disorganized and in like 3 different places and I want to write it well and make sure it’s perfect but I’m still—unsure. ☹️😔
4) favorite character you’ve written
My dear sweet Lily🥰🌸 she’s my favorite character and I hold her dear to my heart.
As for the boys….vampire!luke and Ashton from my ‘lovers in a song’ series. (A runner up is mafia!ashton🖤) I loved delving into this different personas
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Fic Help
Hello lovies!!! I'm planning on writing an A/B/O mafia fic with either poly!Cake or poly!Lashton. Could you vote and let me know?? Thanks
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Dancing with Danger - Part One
I made a new thing... I hope you all like it. Also, there are some words/sentences in French, and I’ve put the translation of the words/sentences after every paragraph. Monsieur and Mademoiselle will be used a lot as well. Enjoy!
Adrian Reo walked up to her brother’s office with a calm confidence. She had a flicker of an idea why she was needed in his office. A new bodyguard, she supposed.
Adrian’s last bodyguard died throwing himself in front of a bullet that was racing towards her. He was an idiot, she didn’t much care for him. But then again, everyone was an idiot in this business. Her brother’s business.
Chance Reo was the leader of Chicago’s most notorious mafia. Their father, Walt Reo, had two different mistresses while he was married to his only wife. Thus resulting in the two half siblings. Chance was the spitting image of their father, brown eyes and blond hair. But Adrian took on her mother’s traits, blue eyes and red hair, the traits of Walt Reo’s favorite mistress.
She climbed the stairs that led to the main room, where he did most of his dealings. She opened the door with a bang, and shouted at her brother sitting at his desk on the phone. She flopped into one of the chairs sitting across from her brother’s desk.
“Hey squirt,” he said as he hung up the phone. “How have you been?”
“Alright I guess, sprained my ankle in class a week ago,” She told him while picking at her nails. “Monsieur Delonchre wants me to take it slow so I don’t injure myself further.”
“Smart guy.” He sighed. He looked at Adrian through his lashes. “You know why’re here don’t you?” His arms crossed against his chest.
“Yes Chance,” she sighed and straightened her back. “Sending one of your goons to come and protect me.” Adrian was fed up with this whole situation. She hated every single bit of it. She blamed her stupid father for getting him mixed up in all of this bullshit.
“You know you need it.” He condescended.
“Fuck off. I’m a ballet dancer, what kind of trouble can I get into?” Adrian got up from her seat, and walked over to the window, ignoring the pair of eyes that followed her along the way. “I just want to live my life the way I want to live it. I don’t need you to send someone with me wherever I go.”
“But I need you safe.” Chance sounded from behind Adrian, and his chair squeaked as he stood up from his desk. He grabbed Adrian by her shoulders and turned her to face him. “I need you out of harm's way, that way you can keep dancing.”
“I wouldn’t be in harm’s way if you just ignored our father when he asked you if you wanted to join.” Adrian avoided her brother’s gaze.
“Yes you would. We both know that you’d still be on every gang’s hit list because of dad.” His grip on her shoulders tightened. “I’m the one keeping you safe.”
Adrian wiggled out of his grip. “I don’t want you to keep me safe.”
“Then you have to have someone else keep you safe for me.” Liam’s brown eyes clashed with her blue. “And he’s my best, which takes a great burden off of my shoulders.” He tried to pull Adrian in for a hug, but she pushed him away. “He’ll keep you safe.”
The guard entered the room with soft steps. “Sir,” he said, his low voice striking Adrian.
She turned to face him. The man was tall, and dark. His face gave away no emotion, his dark hair was slicked back off of his face. His eyes scanned every inch of Adrian. Her face flushed, and her skin felt as if it was on fire.
He was undeniably attractive. This was something Adrian was irked by. Why couldn’t he have been plain and boring? Now it was going to be harder for her to ignore him, especially when he was supposed to have his gaze locked on her at all times.
“Adrian,” Chance turned to face his sister, and smiled slightly. He saw how she reacted to him. Chance locked eyes with the guard quickly, warning him not to start anything with his sister. He knew the consequences if he did. “This is your new guard.” Chance gestured to him. The man in the corner stood straighter, avoiding eye contact with Adrian for long periods of time. “His name is Calum Hood, and he’s the best of the best. He’ll keep you safe squirt.” Chance wrapped his arm around Adrian’s shoulder and pulled her closer to him.
“Fuck off Chance,” Adrian escaped from his grasp, and walked toward the double doors that she walked through when she came in, for the fourth time this month. “C’mon bodyguard. I’m going to practice. Tired of seeing his face.”
She sauntered through the doors, Calum following closely behind her. She didn’t even need to look behind her to know that he was there. His stare on her back was enough to know that he was there. Once again her face flushed, and her skin felt like it was set ablaze.
“You shouldn’t treat your brother that way.” His voice coming from behind her, made goosebumps appear on the back of her neck. “He’s trying to protect you. Wouldn’t you do the same for him?”
“Obviously. But I’m not the one who got into this business, that was his own choice, just like it was yours.” She tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I don’t have to explain anything to you. I’m sure you understand this business more than I do.”
He didn’t say anything more after that. He just kept walking behind her.
***
“Adrian, who’s the new meat?” Christina asked from the mirror bar. “Someone I can snack on?” She giggled and the rest of the girls followed with their snickers.
“He would chew you up and spit you out Chrissy.” Morgan snapped back at Christina and her ridiculous possy.
Morgan was her best friend. The only person Adrian trusted with the secrets swirling in her brain. Morgan was tall, nearly five inches taller than Adrian. She had bright green eyes, and long blonde hair that trailed down to her waist.
Morgan already had her tights and leotard on along with her ballet shoes. Adrian cursed herself for being underprepared, but the bodyguard meeting took longer than expected.
“Is he the new one?” Morgan asked when the two girls were far enough away from Christina and the others. “He’s kind of cute.”
Adrian only shook her head. Morgan was only saying that to be nice. “We both know you don’t think so.” She said to her friend with a smile.
“Yeah, yeah.” Morgan waved Adrian off. “I mean, not for me. He’d be cute for you.” Morgan did not fail to notice the slight blush on Adrian’s cheeks. “Yeah, definitely cute for you.”
“No way. Chance would have his hide.” Adrian paused, so she could pin her hair up. “Literally.”
“C’mon! Live a little!” Morgan threw her hands into the air. “You don’t go back into Chance’s office for another month anyway. Fuck him. Then you won’t have any other thoughts about him.”
“You’ve tried that tactic M.” She looked at her best friend. “And look where it got you.” Morgan flushed.
“Hey, don’t blame Ericka.” Morgan looked at Adrian pointedly, and Adrian looked back at her. “Yeah, you’re right. We’re too in our feelings for something like that. Besides, he looks really closed off to me.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Adrian stole a glance at Calum’s back. “He told me not to be so hard on Chance after we walked out of his office.”
“Really?” Morgan was bouncing on the balls of her feet. “What’s he sound like?”
“Kind of heavy, and dark. He’s got a slight accent, it’s too muddled to tell where he’s from though.” Adrian sighed. “I wish he wasn’t my bodyguard.”
“Good wish or bad wish?”
“Both.” She looked wistfully at Calum’s back again. “It’s always both with the attractive ones.”
***
When the instructor entered the room, all of the girls who weren’t already on the bar rushed over so that they weren’t on the wrong side of his wrath. “Good Morning girls.” His thick accent ringing throughout the room.
His name was Monsieur Delonchre. He was the most famous ballet dancer in France. He traveled all through Russia and through Germany, he was only 25. Most of the time the girls did not understand a word he was saying, other than the basic terminology. But what he lacked in the correct pronunciation, he made up for in godly good looks.
“Good Morning Monsieur Delonchre.” Christina said from her corner of the room. “Looking good today.” She wasn’t very sly, as she winked at the instructor from the other side of the room.
“Flattery will get you know where Mademoiselle Christina.” His thick voice cutting through the room. “Where is my star pupil Adrian?” He could never pronounce his r’s correctly, so he tended to over roll the single r in Adrian’s name.
“Here, Monsieur Delonchre.” Adrian stepped out from the line, and turned her body slightly to face the instructor.
“There she is,” he walked towards Adrian, and she suppressed a shudder that ran through her body. His hands touched her shoulders, and she couldn’t have felt more uncomfortable.
“Sir, I’m going to have to ask that you remove your hands from Miss Reo’s arm.” Calum’s voice rang in her ears. Adrian wanted to shudder again, but this time she wished she could welcome the feeling that was pulsing through her veins.
“And who is this?” Once again, the instructor’s accent making it hard to understand what he was saying.
“I am Miss Reo’s boyfriend.” His voice ran with such authority that even she didn’t want to question him. “She invited me to watch her practice.” The smile that appeared on his face, was so close to being a genuine smile that Adrian nearly believed him.
“Mademoiselle Reo, is this true?” Monsieur Delonchre turned to Adrian with accusatory eyes. “Il est ton petit ami?” (He is your boyfriend?)
“Oui Monsieur. Nous venons juste de commencer à sortir.” She bowed her head, as a sign of respect. (Yes Sir. We’ve just started dating.)
The instructor huffed. “Assurez-vous qu'il n'interfère pas avec nos séances d'entraînement. Tu te souviens de notre affaire?” He sneered at Adrian, ignoring her attempt at peace. (Be sure he doesn’t interfere with our training sessions. Remember our deal?)
“Oui Monsieur.” Her voice was quiet, and soft. Afraid of making the instructor angry with loud words and defiance.
“Oui,” The instructor started. “Let us begin.”
Calum didn’t take his eyes off of Adrian the entire time.
***
“Drinks?” Morgan asked once they were out of class. “Logan’s is probably open.”
“Logan’s is always open for you M.” Adrian laughed. “You’re their best customer.” Adrian was painfully aware of how close Calum was to her. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as his eyes scanned the area, all the while keeping an eye on her.
“Yeah, yeah.” Morgan said with a wave of her hand. “It’s not my fault they have good chicken strips and fries.” The two girls looked at each other and laughed.
“I can’t tonight.” Adrian had informed Morgan once their laughter had died down. “I have to make sure Calum gets comfortable in his new room.”
“Is he staying with you now?” Morgan asked with a shake of her head. “That’s ridiculous. Chance never made any of the other dipshits stay with you!” She looked at Calum briefly. “No offence.”
“None taken.” But his eyes flickered over to where Adrian was standing. “Why am I staying with you?” His dark orbs piercing into hers.
“Chance texted me when I was in class. He said as an extra precaution he wants you to stay at my place because of the incident last week.” While she never wanted to look away from the eyes that held her attention, she couldn’t help but feel like he was hiding something in them.
“Yes of course,” he straightened his suit jacket, and looked to Adrian again. “Did he say anything else?”
“Only that he’d have someone deliver your things.” Her voice once again became soft, and delicate. She dared to peak at him from underneath her lashes, and saw he was already staring at her.
“Good,” he then turned to face Morgan again. “We should be going. It was nice to meet you.”
Calum grabbed Adrian by her arm, and a shock was sent throughout her core. Goosebumps were rising on her arms where his hand was touching her skin.
His ring clad fingers were rough and his hands were warm as Calum continued to drag Adrian away from Morgan. She let out a soft gasp at the skin to skin contact. She barely heard Morgan in the background shouting if they could do drinks the next night.
“Keep up.” His voice rang through her ears and she realized she was tripping over her feet. She couldn’t do anything but nod. Her feet tried to keep up with Calum’s, but her mind was being slow, and she couldn’t make her mind get out of the haze that Calum had created.
She ended up falling. But naturally Calum didn’t catch her, this wasn’t a romance novel. He just scoffed, and rolled his eyes. “I told you to keep up.”
The haze in her mind disappeared. She looked up at him. “Yeah, well I wouldn’t have fallen if you hadn’t dragged me across the concrete.” She stood and walked at a faster pace than he was originally walking at.
“It’s not safe for you to me without protection.” He told her, easily keeping step with her. “I am your bodyguard, I am supposed to protect you.”
“I don’t need it.”
“Clearly you do. You almost got shot last week.”
“Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?” Adrian asked him, throwing her hands in the air, nearly hitting his face. “I almost got shot because my brother is in a gang,” She stopped in her tracks. “But I bet you know everything about being shot at yeah? Bet you get shot at as much as I do.” Adrian sneered at him. “I bet you’re just as high up on a hit list as I am. Want to know why?” She took one step closer to him and pointed at his chest. “Because you’re my brother’s best man.”
Calum stepped toward Adrian. The fire in his brown eyes scorching her. “I’m up on a hit list, because I’m good at my job little girl.” He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t speak of my boss that way.” He started pulling her away.
Adrian yanked her wrist out of Calum’s grasp. “I’ll speak about my brother however the fuck I want to.” She spat. “He’s my brother. And you’re nothing but a simple guard, doing his bidding.”
“You’re going to regret that.” He turned to face her once more.
“How? Because you can’t touch me without getting into trouble with Chance.” She took a brave step towards him. “You can’t do anything but stand there.”
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