Gangsters

The King

James Wilson was a son born on the streets of London. The first descendant of known gangster, Benjamin Wilson. The town's most feared ruler. He was taught, while growing up, the ways of a gangster. On one trial though, he was to kill another boy. A boy named Oliver. Oliver was innocent. And he was poor. He begged for his life before huddling by a trash bin in his raggedy clothing, grasping his knees and hiding his face from the black revolver held aiming at him. Something about this boy made James let go of the trigger and drop his arm. "Come with me." He said and held his hand out towards him. Oliver peeked. Not knowing if he can trust this apparent killer or not. "Come along now." James pressured. He almost didn't have time for his decision making. Oliver stood, then his arm was grabbed by James and he hauled him to a black car and they both got in. Benjamin looked. "You changed your mind?" He asked his son. "He will be my right hand." James said. He had brought the boy up from the streets to a lavish life of crime. The boys grew up side by side. And James received three more brothers as well. He also taught Edward, Noah and Daniel, the ways of a gangster.

Benjamin was proud. Very proud. All five boys were a little crew all on their own. And the streets feared them. Girls wanted to be with them. Not only were they the baddest of them all, they were a strikingly handsome group. Notorious for running the streets and stealing girlfriends, James desired more meaning. He wished to find a girl who didn't want the lavish life. The riches that come with it. Or just desire him for his looks. He wanted a girl who would take him for more than what he can offer. As he was in a pub with his boys, Daniel hurried to him and gave his left arm a few pats with the back of his hand rapidly. "Oy! There's a man tryin' to rob a girl in the street! She's beautiful too!" He alerted him. "No beautiful girl is gettin' smacked around on MY streets." He said and marched out with his boys following. Oliver flipped out a switchblade, Edward was slipping his gloves on and Daniel gave a mean mug along with Noah. The man was tugging at the girl's small backpack she had. "Get your hands off of it! It's mine!" She shouted, while grasping her bag. Her brunette hair was flapping like angel wings in the tussle. "Oy!" James shouted. They both looked to him. Her skin was ivory. Her eyelids colored gold. Her lashes thick and black and batted over hazel eyes. Her lips the color of a rose and her body was like that of a real woman. A strong woman. James was staring at her with endearment and awe. Then he looked to the man with fierce anger. "You unhand her bag this instant." He commanded through gritted teeth. The man let go and she took her bag then hit him with it and placed it back on her back. "Don't even think of running." He declared. The man remained frozen. "Stay put, boys." He commanded. They all gave a nod and Oliver smirked. Knowing James was about to do something all on his own. James left them and approached the man. He swallowed in fear, just watching his daunting swagger. James gripped his short hair hard and yanked his head back. "You wanna be stealin' from this beautiful girl?" He asked. "No." The man clearly lied. James looked to the girl with amusement. "No! He says! He was just..." He didn't finish then let go of the man and grabbed his arms behind his back and faced her towards the girl. "Go ahead." He told her. She put her right leg back then hauled it forward with force and connected between his legs. The boys all exclaimed after what she had done then filled with laughter. James let the man drop. "That's what you get for trying to rough this young lady." He said then spat on him. He put his hand out towards her. "Come with me." He said. She had a moment of questioning, then took his hand in hers and they walked together with the boys following.