𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢

*•*ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 I*•*

Darkness.

That's all I saw, I didn't know where I was, all I could hear were muffled voices. I could hear someone apologizing over and over, and before I knew it, I was hit on the back of my head.

*

I woke up and noticed that my blindfold was off.

I looked around and saw I was in a car. It was in was surrounded by a dozen men, I heard two people talking and looked out the window, I saw a tall red haired male and another figure I couldn't make out. I was scared, I already knew who the red haired male was, He was apart of the Dragons Empire, The most feared Empire in all of North America right after the Guardians Empire.

It all suddenly came back to me.

This whole arrangement started a week ago after I spoke with my father.

*Flashback*

I was walking towards my fathers underground Office in our home, I wanted to talk to him about my future involvement in the gang and becoming the new Gang Leader. That was a huge responsibility and I honestly wasn't ready, I'm 15 for gods sake! Not to mention I'm a scrawny kid who is picked on at school (not that my father will ever find out about that) and who has absolutely no chance of running a Gang.

I knew we had to talk about this, my father has always wanted a strong heir for the gang after my mother tragically passed away when I was little. When I was growing up My father always looked at me like they'd brought him a pathetic fish instead of a big piece of steak.

'Excuse me sir you've brought me the wrong offspring, I asked for a tough alpha. This here, this is a pathetic runt.'

I have never lived up to his expectations, I know that, he makes it so obvious that I'm just the heir he's stuck with and has to buff up to run the gang. I shook my head in frustration and kept walking. The trip to the Underground office wasn't that long, I got there in about 10 minutes. I was about to open the door but I heard a man talking with my father, they were whispering about some 'business' they needed to settle.

The mysterious man went on and on about how my father owes his boss a 'gift' or 'reward' for giving my father more territory and more shipments of 'special packages'. That's when my father only says one word that ends the conversation : "tomorrow."

So That was my chance to knocked on the door and opened it. "Come in." My father commanded.

When I went in, I saw the mysterious man.

He was tall and he wore a simple black leather jacket with a white shirt and faded jeans with some maroon Doc Martins. He was tall and quiet young, probably in his early 20's. He had long red hair and porcelain skin, his eyes were a bright amber and his smile was cold, yet comforting in a twisted way.