vanity ; cake | on hold

ii

as promised, the tall blonde arrived on time, one of his men in tow. his name was ryder, luke knew he was a trouble maker, and always did shit for no reason. like kill two of your biggest enemies gang members. cos that makes sense, right?

calum walked in late, his strong bone structure looking sharper than ever. his jaw was clenched, eyebrows lowered over his dark, chocolate brown eyes. they were darker than usual. the tanned but toned boy was a wreck, an angry, wild wreck. he had been very close to the two who were murdered. family, almost. but everyone in his gang was his family. family didnt end in blood. it never had for calum, his father had taught him that when he was five. see, calum was a very.. very broken boy. his mother and sister had been slaughtered right before his eyes, a warning to his father. calum didnt like his father. not one bit. but, he had taught the boy very important and crucial lessons when he was little. things he didnt know would keep him alive in the future, the near future.

luke, on the other hand. was calm, almost too calm. every time he should've been panicking, he was calm, still and silent. like the calm before the storm. because once he broke... hell, there was no going back. his bright baby blues gave it away, though. turning and churning like the waves tossing a ship about in the sea. he nudged ryder forward, the bleach blonde haired boy falling to his knees, head hung in his chest, arms secured and bound behind his back. he looked up at luke, a pleading look in his eyes, begging for another chance. luke gave him a rather solemn, expressionless glance before looking up at the angry brunette an arms breadth away from him.

"i believe the murders will stop after this one." luke spoke calmly, pale fingers wrapped around the handle of his gun.

"we'll see, hemmings." the raven haired boy responded, firing a shot into ryders head with his jaw tensed and knuckles white.

lukes eyes never strayed from the barrel of calums hand gun, the scent of lead hitting his nostrils, strong. he nodded once at calum, which was returned to him by the other before the other sharply turned on his heel, and was off.

the whole thing may have seemed a little gruesome to outsiders eyes, but this was a natural occurrence between the west and the east side gangs. you crossed to the other side without a reason? you got shot. simple as that.

lukes eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the warehouse, watching calum walk away. and if his eyes trailed down to the brunettes toned ass, that was for luke to know and calum not to find out.