Gang Life (PercyxAvengers) (PeterXPercy)

The Manhattan Rooks

*Warnings:*

• Profanity

• Smoking

• Sexual Assualt

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Chapter 1: The Manhattan Rooks

Percy's POV:

"I swear to God, Jerry, I'm gonna get the fuck outta this shithole one day. I can't do this anymore!" I spin towards Jerry, waving my gun in the air.

He scoffs and closes his book. "You know you can't do that Jackson. They'll never let you." He stands, sitting the book on my desk before turning back to me, pushing his glasses back up. "Besides, where would you even go? You'd starve to death on the streets within weeks. And that's if no one came for you." He raises an eyebrow. "We both know Byron definitely wouldn't let you go without a fight."

I furiously run my hand through my already disastrous hair before whirling around to my desk and throwing everything off, shouting in frustration as thoughts of that repulsive man fill my head.

"Jackson!" Jerry hisses. He lurches forward and grabs my arm, leaning closer to me. "Not so loud! Think about what'll happen if he hears you."

I twist my head to look him in the eyes. My breathing sounds loud in my own ears, almost drowning out the conversations outside my room. "Jerry...The things he does to me..." my voice cracks, "I don't know how much longer I can take it." My eyes burn with tears threatening to spill.

His grip on me softens and he opens his mouth to say something, but just then a knock sounds on the door and he completely lets go of my arm, backing up.

I turn my head away from him and proceed to bore holes into my now empty desk as I mutter, "Come in, Elritt."

The door flies open. "Jackson—Sir—I mean, my-my guy—I mean, Boss?"

I raise an eyebrow, still looking at the desk.

Elritt clears his throat. "S-Sir Jackson, my guy boss, Ray told me to tell you your next appointment is here."

"Ah, right. Tell them I'll be down." I take my hands off my desk and rub my face, breathing in deeply, trying to pull myself together. Once I hear the door close behind me, I turn back to Jerry and sigh.

He steps up to me again. "Jack, I–"

"It's fine, Jerry. Forget I ever said anything. Just–" I glance towards the door, "—just stay... stay near me... please." I look into his rich brown eyes that peek through shaggy fringe. They were the only eyes that never failed to calm me.

For a moment he just stares at me.

Then, after shaking his head a little and clearing his throat, he puts his hand firmly on my shoulder, speaking slowly, "Jackson. I will never leave you. You know that."

I stare at him blankly again for a second before a smile gradually forms on my face. I lift my hand to gently rest on his smooth cheek and gaze into his gentle, puppy-like eyes, feeling more calm every second that they connect with mine.

For as long as I've known him, Jerry has had a soft spot for me. Two years older than me and two times as tough, he'd beat the shit out of anyone who dared mess with me. He has an intimidating look about him, and, although he's not particularly tall, he's built like a tank, his biceps practically the size of tree trunks.

But all I see when I look at him is his true self. His secret self. His gigantic fucking nerd self. I swear to fuck, all he does is read, and he's always got to explain every single fucking second of the plot to me in excruciating detail.