They Saved Him (Complete!)

Chapter 1

- Third Person POV -

It was a very normal day for Armani. He was dragged out of his own home and thrown on the sidewalk by a bunch of grown men. Did he deserve it? Some may say he did and others may say otherwise.

Armani was very known for flirting with peoples significant other and spending their money. He was good at it too, he could make men and women buy him things. He also owed a lot of people money, "borrowing" it but never paying it back. It's not his fault that online shopping had been invented and taken over his life! In his mind, he was completely innocent.

Here he was, face down on the ground, under someone's foot. The men had already searched him for money, to which he had none. He had just finished purchasing all his plants and extra add-ons to make his house more comfy.

"You've just been using all of our money, huh?" One voice spoke out, and although it was a rhetorical question, Armani had a response.

"Yeah, you wanna see the cute plants I bought for my home with it?" He asked, not even a bit of remorse in his voice.

The others around him scoffed, taking turns to kick him in the side. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but he didn't want them to know that. He closed his eyes and suppressed all the noise he could.

After a while, they'd had their fun and left him alone. He slowly made his way back into his home and locked the door, something he did all the time, even though that didn't help anything.

He took a lukewarm shower, letting his bruises slowly form on his body. It wasn't as bad as it's been, but it always sucked when they cared about a couple 100 going missing.

After he had finished, he climbed into bed and forced himself to fall asleep. —————— His alarm went off a 6 a.m. He picked himself up off the bed and got into some normal clothing. Then he combed his hair, fluffing the front just a bit. Then he went to the club. Not because it was fun, and not because it was 6:30 and he was bored, but because at 7:00 a.m for some strange reason, all the rich people gathered.

He got there at 7:15 and stalked towards the entrance, looking at possible targets. His eyes landed on a tall man who was sitting alone in a secluded part of the club. Target locked, he thought to himself, making his way towards the male.

"Hey, this seat taken?" He asked, pointing at the man's lap. The man chuckled, tapping once and allowing Armani to sit down. Armani did his lil dance and got him in the mood.

They went to a secret room, Armani not really wanting the sex, just the money. Once the taller man was asleep on the bed, he slowly made his way to the pants, grabbed the wallet, and took what he wanted.

Once he had spent it, on his bills and rent, he went out and treated himself to dinner. He spent all the cash on a nice meal and even a large slice of cheesecake. He spent the small bit he had left on the bus and made his was back home.

Sirens could be heard as he got off the bus a couple blocks away. People whispering about some sort of fire that had happened a while ago and was still burning. As he turned the corner though, he started caring a lot more than before. It was indeed his house burning and he couldn't believe it.

"What the hell!?" He gasped, rushing towards a Fireman to seek help. "It was planned, there were quite a few footprints here and a note." The fireman handed it to Armani who took it with shaking hands. In nice, neat handwriting it wrote: Taking what was ours was a mistake, you stole from us so we stole from you. We're even now, - The Willowmen.

Shit. He slept with someone from a gang? He didn't know. He had nowhere to go now, nobody to seek help from, nothing to spend. The fireman had left, explaining nothing was left, and let him be. He found an alley way, laying down inside, but couldn't find peace due to the group of men from yesterday who decided a part 2 was needed.

They beat him for a long while, taking it slow as they punched, kicked, and even spat at him. Cars rolled by but no one seemed to care enough to help. That was until one white car stopped in front of the alley. It had tinted windows but Armani knew whoever was in there was probably dangerous. The other men, having no way out, grabbed Armani to use as a shield.

The driver side door slowly opened, Armani's vision going blurry as he saw a white haired male and black haired male exit the vehicle.