Kidnapped (jarchie)

The east side

"Its so cold" Jughead whispered as he shivered from the cold winter air

"I dont think this is such a good idea... what if someone comes out and just-"

They both stopped as they heard gates opening and footsteps coming there way.

"You guys arent from here. Are you?" Said a guy wearing a dark red color for clothes

"N-No we arent. Look were not looking for any trouble" said jughead as he took some steps back

"Huh.. would you look at that.. Youre FP's son, leader of the serpents. One of the strongest mans there is." the guy said walking up to jughead and carrassing his hair and then making his way to his face "i wonder how much money he would pay for you" 

"Hey! Dont touch him!" Sweet pea yelled as he pulled jughead back

The guy whistled and 3 other guys showed up out of nowhere

"Get him" he said pointing at jughead "And for the other guy... kill him" he said without care

"No! Dont kill him!" Jughead yelled as he was being grabbed by the two guys.

The remaining guy grabbed onto sweet pea and made him fall onto his knees. Grabbing a hold of his hair, raising his head and putting a knife against his neck.

"This will only hurt a little" the guy said. Sweet pea was suprisingly calm for the whole situation

Jughead was struggling and yelling so much that the two guys had trouble getting a hold of him

"Hey! Stop struggling!" The boss yelled

"Alright!" Jughead yelled "I'll stop but! You have to let him go... i wont struggle for anything but you have to let him go"

Jughead was in tears of the sight of a knife being up against his boyfriends neck "Please... just let him go..."

The boss looked at him before telling the guy that was holding onto sweet pea to release him.

"Leave. Never come back because if you do, we will kill you"

Sweet pea nodded and walked away leaving jughead crying in the arms of the two strange men

"Who are you?" Asked jughead as he was still being held

"Call me John" he said "now you two! Take him back to my mansion and leave him in the basement, tie him up so he doesnt escape. Ive heard youre quite the smart guy so i'll make sure you dont escape"

The two guys dragged jughead through a bunch of unnamed streets. The east side. It was known for having a bunch unknown people not for being... dangerous.

They arrived to a big black beautiful mansion. As jughead was being taken inside he couldnt help but look at everything. It looked so expensive and new. The stairwell was made of black marbel and rugs made of real animals. Paintings of John everywhere.

No paintings of family portraits could be seen though...

"Youre a mafia boss!" Yelled jughead as he recognised a portrait from tv

"So you know me? Im retired but i do small bussinesses for locals from time to time" he said as he opened another door leading to a room full of paintings. These paintings were all of young boys around jugheads age. There was very few girls.

"They your kids?" Jughead asked weirded out

"Victims. Either sold or killed"

Jughead widen his eyes and start struggling again out of fear

"Hey! Hey! You said you werent gonna struggle anymore" said john giving him a cold stare

"Im sorry..." jughead said looking down refusing to see the paintings. He couldnt help but imagine himself there

They finally opened the last door which had stairs going down. They all went down and jughead started crying. Not of sadness but of fear and anger that he couldnt do anything about the whole situation.

"Now now dont cry" John said as the other guys were tying jughead up "I will take very good care of you"

"Let me go!" I dont wanna be here!" Said jughead as he struggle against his restraints

"Want me to find your little boyfriend and kill him right infront of you? Hm is that what you want?"

Jughead just shook his head no and sat down.

"You wont need a boyfriend with me" John smirked kneeling down and grabbing onto jugheads chin

"Dont touch me" said jughead moving his head away

John stood up and motion the guys to go upstairs

"If your dad doesnt give us a lot of money for you then we will have to sell you to someone else. And trust me someone will buy you"