Layla, a gifted vocalist with the ability to secretly control sound waves, seeks solace on stage in the busy subterranean club lit up by neon lights. Skreamer, a rough member of the Tower Boys gang, notices her captivating the audience with her pier...
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Laylas POV
One evening, as I was walking home from a late-night rehearsal, I spotted Skreamer and Twosie up ahead. Twosie was cracking jokes, his energy palpable even from a distance. Skreamer noticed me first, his expression softening when our eyes met.
"Hey, Skreamer!" I called out, picking up my pace. Twosie glanced over, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, look who it is. Skreamer's missus." I rolled my eyes, stopping in front of them. "Hey, Twosie. How's it going?" Twosie smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Better now that you're here, Layla. How 'bout you ditch Skreamer and come hang with a real man?"
Before I could respond, Skreamer stepped in, his voice a low growl. "What the fuck man, shut your gob. Show some respect to the lady, yeah?"
Twosie laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Bruv chill, I was just havin' a laugh."
Skreamer turned to me, his eyes softening. "You good, Layla?" I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Yeah, I'm good. Just wanted to see you." He grinned, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Let's get outta 'ere. Twosie, we'll catch you later."
A few weeks later
As we walked away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Despite the danger and the complications, being with Skreamer felt right. We might have had a long road ahead of us, but we were in it together. And that was all that mattered.
As I walked past a row of shops, I noticed a group of guys loitering on the corner. They were members of the Sixers, the rival gang to the Tower Boys. My heart skipped a beat as one of them noticed me.
"Aye, look who it is. Ain't you the one hangin' round with Skreamer?" one of them called out, his eyes gleaming with malice.
I tried to keep walking, but he stepped in front of me, blocking my path. "Where you goin', love? No need to be shy."
"Leave me alone," I said, trying to sound firm but feeling a twinge of fear.
Another guy pulled out his phone and started recording. "Say hi to the camera, darlin'. We just wanna get to know you better."
I turned away, but they circled around me. "I said, leave me alone!" I repeated, louder this time.
"You too good for us, huh? Think you're untouchable 'cause you hang with Skreamer?" the first guy sneered, moving closer.
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "I'm not interested. Now move."
The guy with the phone laughed. "This one's got spirit. Skreamer's gonna love seein' this."
Skreamer's POV:
It had been a long day, and I was finally back at my flat, just about to light a blunt when my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw a notification from Twosie.
"Bruv, check this out. Aint this your girl," read the message. Attached is a link to a live video.
With a sinking feeling in my gut, I tapped the link. The video opened to a scene of Layla on the street, surrounded by a group of Sixers. They were crowding her, making lewd comments and laughing. My blood boiled as I saw Layla's distressed face.
"Oi, look at this, it's Skreamer's little songbird," one of the Sixers jeered, shoving his phone in her face. "What's the matter, love? How about we show you a better time, yeah?"
Layla tried to push past them, her voice firm but trembling. "Leave me alone. I don't want any trouble."
"Nah, you're stayin' right 'ere," another one said, grabbing her arm. "We just wanna have a little chat."
My vision blurred with rage. How dare fucking they lay hands on her? I clenched my fists, the blunt forgotten. I could hear the other guys in the background egging each other on, and I knew I had to act fast.
"Tazer! Get over 'ere!" I shouted in my phone as my voice echoing through the flat.
Tazer appeared in the doorway almost instantly, a concerned look on his face. "What's goin' on, bruv?"
"Sixers got Layla on fucking live. They're harassin' her. We gotta move, now," I said, showing him the video.
Tazer's expression darkened. "Fuckin' hell. Let's get the boys and sort this out."
We rounded up the rest of the Tower Boys and headed to the spot where Live was taken. My mind raced with thoughts of what I'd do to those Sixers once I got my hands on them. They'd regret ever touching Layla.
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