You were young and lived with a group of gangsters. They could be such assholes to you at times, but would protect you with their lives and you knew it.

There were six of them; Colton - 21 , cut - throat, brooding, doesn't speak much but he's always in the room Ace - 20, newest addition to the gang, learning quickly, very devoted, still getting to know the ropes and routines. Giovanni - oldest , 32. Boss, intimidating, holds a forlorn aura. Jax - 24, Giovanni took him under his wing almost a year ago. He's Cold, rude, but always does as Giovanni says. (Giovanni's favourite.) Blade - 18, taciturn, cruel, calculating. Looks after his gang well. Gunnar - 19 , harsh, very good at fighting/using weapons. Quiet but assertive.

They all had their own problems, they argued and did harm to others, but somehow never got caught. You all lived in a huge mansion in the suburbs of the city and right now, it was around 11:30pm.

All of you sat in the living room, the boys chain-smoking and talking about another gang that's been starting to cause a few issues and how they should deal with them.

You sat quietly on the carpet in front of them since there was no space on the sofa.