I Need a Gangsta to Love Me Betta

Chapter One

He should not have let Xiao Bao leave their house on that fateful day.

It was all Wei Qian could think as he took the brunt of A Hu's punch. As Wei Qian doubled over from the blow to his stomach, with the chains around his wrist restricting his movements, his thoughts were filled with regret and guilt.

A Hu's punch was a harsh reminder of the reality of the situation, and the pain in his body mirrored the pain in his heart. Every hit he took was a reminder of his shortcomings, a physical manifestation of the burden he carried.

He had failed to protect those he cared about, and the consequences were becoming all too real.

Xiao Bao.

Xiao Yuan.

Wei Qian closed his eyes as another punch landed on his back. Or was it a kick?

A Hu drew his fist back, his expression a mix of anger and disappointment.

"I thought you would at least put up a fight," he taunted, his voice cold and cruel.

Wei Qian gritted his teeth as he straightened up, refusing to give A Hu the satisfaction of seeing him weaken. Both A Hu and Wei Qian knew that in a hand to hand combat, Wei Qian would come out as the winner.

Hu, ever the coward, had resorted to these chains, binding him in a way that made defence impossible. His wrists were tightly bound by chains that hung from poles on either side, his feet barely touching the ground, leaving him to rely mostly on the tension in his shoulders to keep himself from dangling completely.

Another punch to his stomach knocked the wind out of him, the pain shooting through his body like wildfire. Wei Qian's vision blurred, but he forced himself to remain conscious, to keep his wits about him.

He couldn't let A Hu win, not when so much was at stake.

"Unchain me and we'll have a proper fight, asshole," Wei Qian spat out, his voice harsh and edged with fury.

His words were a challenge, a dare for A Hu to face him as an equal rather than as a coward hiding behind chains and cheap shots. He could see a flicker of hesitation in A Hu's eyes, a brief moment of doubt that betrayed the fear lurking beneath his bravado.

A Hu's smirk faltered for a second but he quickly masked it with a sneer.

"You're not in a position to make demands," he replied, though the bite in his tone was lessened by the uncertainty Wei Qian had managed to ignite.

A Hu knew the truth—if he released Wei Qian, it would be the end for him.

Wei Qian's breath came in ragged gasps, each inhalation a struggle against the pain that radiated from every blow A Hu had landed.

The metallic taste of blood lingered on his tongue, but he refused to let it deter him. His mind raced, searching for a way out, a way to turn the tide in his favor.

A Hu paced in front of him, a cruel smile tugging at his lips as he observed Wei Qian's predicament.

"Look at you. So strong, so brave—yet here you are, completely at my mercy." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Wei Qian's ear. "How does it feel, knowing you couldn't protect Xiao Yuan or Xiao Lili? Knowing you're the one who brought this upon them?"

The words cut deep, striking at the heart of Wei Qian's fears.

But instead of breaking him, they fueled his resolve. A Hu was wrong—this wasn't the end.

As long as Wei Qian had breath in his lungs, he would find a way to protect Xiao Bao and everyone else who depended on him.

He would not let A Hu win.