𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍 ✧ 𝐏𝐓. 𝐈𝐈

✰SEVENTEEN✰

Sitting crossed-legged on a black leather couch was a man from another gang also located in the United Kingdom. He scratched his five o'clock shadow with a sharp gaze in his eyes and ran his hand through his slicked back hair. He was the leader of the Blue Bloods who was the second most dangerous gang in all of England. "So?" He began, his voice rough like he was in pain. "Losing PJ was hard on ya' I see."

Phil leaned back in his chair and pursed his lips eyeing the man in front of him. "He wasn't much help to begin with," he folded his arms slightly tilting his head. "Though he was real good at keeping hostages—we lost some guy named Brendon, he managed escape while we were gone."

"Do you think the man is dangerous?"

Phil shook his head. "Nah, he came to warn us. Apparently another gang is after Dan—which is why I needed you here today."

With a slow nod, Blue Blood's leader; Scalder Milo, picked up a new cigar and placed it in between his pink lips. "So what was it you needed?" Taking a lighter, he cupped the tip of the cigar with his hands and lit it causing sparks of flame to escape from his palms.

Phil pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pant's pocket then placed it on the table in front of them both. As Scalder picked it up and puffed on his life-sucker stick Phil gave his instructions. "Do whatever you can to hack this number, I want you to figure out how this person contacted Dan's number and what their motives are."

Inside the oh-so mysterious creased paper was the random number who threatened Dan a few weeks ago.

"We're almost definite that it was PJ, but I want to make sure, it could be this 'rival gang' trying to knock us out of power."

Scalder took the cigar from his lips and chuckled tapping the excess ash into a tin gray tray. "What a piece of cake? You can't do it yourself, Phil?"

Phil cocked his shoulders forward and spread his legs so his elbows rested on his knees. He gave a dismissive hand wave then reclined back into the chair. "Buddy Felix wasn't able to access the mainstream of this number—it's from the dark web for sure but the only thing we were able to figure out was the users profile which had zero information about who he or they are in reality."

With another nod, Scalder took the paper and tucked it into his shirt pocket with a smile. "That's a lot more difficult then I thought chump."

Raising an ginger eyebrow, Phil steepled his fingers and pushed his chest out. "You could say that—"

Suddenly, a grating, ear-piercingly loud conflict cut the two leaders off. Both immediately stood up from their spots and rushed out the door.

A younger man stood with a snotty look on his face and hands placed on his hips. "And who let you in here, bitch?" He laughed stridently. "Property aren't allowed to be in gangs they're too...weak."

Dodie growled, her facing heating up curving her hands into hard fists.

"Go back to the kitchen, woman." He said with an evil but triumphant looking smirk.

"I'll show you property YOU INCONSIDERATE—" She raises her fists but before she could do anything, as quick as possible Dan shoved his way through the cluster of people crowded around Dodie and the man from Blue Blood's gang.

"Stop! Stop fighting!" Dan pushed them apart from each other. "You guys are gonna get hurt!" He used every ounce of strength in his body to separate the two.

Laughing loudly, the man easily elbowed Dan aside pushing him to the ground. Soft gentle palms collided with the chalky unsanitary cement all while his white skirt was now tarnished over the incident.

Dodie's eyes went wide as Dan lifted his hands up noticing new scrapes.

Lightening strikes of anger coursing throughout his body, Phil turned his electric blue gaze into flames. Each step like an earthquake as he instantly took action.

The crowd of Blue Blood's with a mixture of England's Anonymous parted on the dot when they noticed Phil was coming. A cloud of whispers came from them like crows as Phil made it closer into the middle of the circle.

Dodie backed away and urgently helped Dan back onto his feet. She held one of his arms as he brushed off his skirt, ignoring the semi pain from the scratches.

Shortly, Phil gripped onto the back of the chuckling boy's shirt and whipped him around so they were face to face. With a slight smirk in disbelief he said. "Do you have any idea what you just did?"

The boy squinted his eyes. "What?" He opened his mouth to stifle another laugh. "That little gay faggot means something to you?"

Hearing every single word, in an act of comfort Dan gripped to the bottom of his skirt feeling his mind creep to a dark side.

Steam fuming out of Phil's nose now, he grabbed a fistful of the front of his shirt making everyone gasp. "Dan means everything to me." He gritted his teeth trying to resist the urge to kill.

"You are the lamest leader in history, you've got girls on your side and you fuck a little boy toy—what the hell is wrong with you?" Then unexpectedly the boy spat in Phil's face.

Chuckling at this point, Phil unclenched his hand around the boy's shirt dropping him back down which he luckily for him landed on his feet. Phil wiped the saliva off his face with a smile to everyone's surprise.

Dan gulped quietly; watching.

Phil peaked over the boy's pushed out shoulders to see Scalder standing with a knowing frown of disappointment on his lips. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest as he knew what was to come next. "What's his name?" Phil stated simply, as Dan's heart leaped into his throat.

Scalder slowly withdrew the cigar from between his clenched teeth. "Rory; Rory Breaker."

With a grin, Phil looked back down at his all-talk-no-bite target. "Listen here Breaker, I've got a few new things to teach you—" He enunciated then unwillingly his eyes met up with Dan's fear filled ones.

The raven haired leader breathed in through his nose, feeling his eyes roll into the back of his head in a holy water-type-pure anger. He snapped his head towards his little boyfriend who stood with lips tightly pressed together. "Dodie. Mark." He ordered, then with a click of his fingers and a point to Dan; Mark and Dodie rushed over to him.

In a blur, Mark spun Dan around so he wasn't facing Phil anymore and Dodie swiftly covered his ears so all audio wasn't available.

"Now? Where were we?" Phil dictated, a corner of his left fang showing, eyes sneering into caves of rage.

Every so often a grunt of agony could be heard through Dodie's hands. They surprisingly weren't fully sound proof but they did do the job. After 5-10 minutes a loud nerve racking thump vibrated underneath Dan's black shoes. His heart raced not knowing exactly what was happening—though he wasn't stupid.

Finally for what felt like years, gentle hands were taken off Dan's ears, with that he bursted around to see what had happened—but blocking his view from the "thump" was a glooming sinewy shadow. Nimbly, Dan looked up see comforting—less flammable—blue eyes. Hastily he darted towards Phil, tying his arms around his waist.

Without a thought, Phil picked Dan up, letting the little cuddle up into the curve of his neck allowing Dan's tiny fist to curl around the opened zipper of Phil's leather jacket.

Dan then popped his head up, taking his thump to wipe away a small blood stain in the middle of Phil's lip.

With a genuine, heartthrob smile, Phil mumbled a, "Thank you, poppet."