“Diamond, what the hell are you doing?” The blonde in question looks up, wiping a few pieces of hair out of her eyes.
“What the fuck does it look like, boss? I'm tagging. What else do I have to do?” I shake my head, smiling. Two years in this hell hole and she had that kind of mouth. I would have thought that asshole of a boyfriend would have beat it out of her by now. No matter what I or anyone else told her, she refused to leave his sorry ass. She could do so much better. Then again, how the hell was I to talk about dysfunctional relationships?

“Di, you realize that if a Crew catch you here, you're fucking dead, right?” I nudge a spray can aside with my shoe, glancing at her reaction. She just nods, smiling at her creation on the wall of the bridge.

“I know. But if I stayed away from everywhere I'd be dead if I was seen, I'd never get to leave my house.”

We both laugh, smiling bright despite the dark surrounding us.

“You are two ballsy motherfuckers.” A menacing voice says, affirming my observations from earlier.

The voice steps forward and I mentally sigh. It would be Niall fucking Horan that would catch us on Crew territory. Damn.

“Now how would you like if I told Zayn you two were here, tagging shit on our walls?”

“He wouldn't do shit.” Di hisses and I feel like punching her ass. You do not tell a Crew that kind of shit. You just don't.

“Sorry man, we were just leaving.” I say, trying to amend for this blonde fuck beside me.

“No, I don't think you're going anywhere. You're looking real good in this light. You know, I won't tell Zayn if you girls wouldn't mind me tapping that.” Oh, this motherfucker.

I silently look at Diamond, giving her a 'I got this' look.

“Oh, I wouldn't mind at all.” I say, stepping forward, making sure to swing my hips a little more than needed.

He licks his lips hungrily and I bite my lip, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

He steps forward, closing the gap between us. He grabs the back of my neck, forcing my lips towards mine. I force myself to respond, trying not to gag. This man was hated by most of the female population. Mix a player and dealer with a bad attitude and a shit load of power and you get Niall Horan.

His tongue pushes its way past my sealed lips, making me screw my eyes shut tight. I raise my hand to signal to Diamond to get ready and I pull back from Niall a little, opening my eyes. I take his bottom lip between my teeth, smiling. His eyes darken with lust and as he leans in for another kiss I bite down hard, kneeing him in the balls as I go.

Diamond and I run away from the man kneeling in pain, laughing as we cross over onto Sparrow territory.

“Get us now motherfucker!” We yell back at the alley, turning a corner towards our flats.

“Oh my God, that was too sweet!” Di yells, grabbing my hands to jump up and down.

“I know! You have no fucking clue how long I've waited to do that!” We're still laughing our arses off as we reach the flat we share.

“Okay though, are you ready for the party at Green Bud tonight?” I ask, unlocking the door.

“Fuck yeah!” She squeals, running inside.

The next three hours are spent, picking out an outfit, spending thirty minutes looking in the mirror, deciding you hate said outfit, picking another, doing makeup, fixing hair, choosing another pair of shoes, and a lot of ACDC. Di hates my “old sucky ass rock music” but I hate her bubblegum pop so I guess we're even.

I look in the full length mirror, staring at my outfit. “Are you sure this color red doesn't clash with my hair?” I ask, turning to face Diamond.

She rolls her eyes. “You gingers and your clashing worries. You look perfectly fine.”

“Not like I have blonde hair that matches everything.” I fake pout, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Whatever, I would kill to have your hair. Guys love that whole red head thing. Means your fiesty.” She says with a wink.

A knock on the door interrupts us. “It's me, Marco!” He yells through the door that seperates us and Diamond's cousin.

“Hurry up!”

“Oh shut the fuck up, Anthony!” I yell back, mocking his surname. He hated that name, claimed it was a shit name. We called him Marco because he and his twin brother used to play that game to confuse the hell out of us when we first met and couldn't tell the difference between them.

Di raises an eyebrow. “That's what I mean about the attitude.” We both laugh, checking our outfits up and down.

“Alright, outfit check!” We look each other up and down, analyzing for any last minutes corrections. Finding none on her flawless self, I swing open the door to my bedroom to reveal a pacing Marco.

He steps back, looking at me. “You look good.” He says, sounding surprised.

“Uh, thanks?” I offer back.

Di pushes past me to hug her cousin.

“Now what was so important that we had to rush to get ready?”

“Boss wants me to bring you two to the club. A deal is going down tonight and we think the Crew will be there.”

We both look at each other, thinking of the incident from earlier.

But I begin talking to Marco, about where we are going tonight, not missing a beat.

What if Niall is there? If he is, I'm in deep shit. He was one of the heads of the Crew, meaning he had a lot of power. But we were The Devil's Angels and we had just as much power. I had started the gang when I first moved to Bradford a few years ago with my parents.

It had started out as a fucking middle school gang and we were just pulling mean pranks on kids for money. Someone had a problem and wanted their bully punished. They gave us money or candy or shit and we would make the bully pay without the kid having the risk of getting in trouble. We were basically hit men. When we first got to highschool it started to become something more. One of my friends started dealing and soon enough my entire gang was. We started pushing and tagging and throwing insane parties. Sophomore year came with claiming our own turf. We started off small and gradually grew as we overpowered other smaller gangs. By junior year we owned half the fucking town. I had built this gang from the ground up. But then my brother had to come and fuck shit up. He took over me, making me second in command. To say I disliked him was putting it lightly.

We arrive at the club just a few minutes before opening, hopping out of our car and walking to the front of the line. Joss, the bouncer moves aside to let us through. We had spared him a couple times when it came to loans and he owed us.

“Kennedy!” Jake, my brother yells as we arrive at our table.

“Don't call me that, Snoodle.” I mutter, smiling threateningly. All the others at the table burst into laughter, already pissed drunk.

I order six shots downing three of them before handing the rest to Diamond. Her real name was Danielle but she really hated that so I stuck to Diamond or Di.

“Let's dance!” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor. We grind against each other, laughing as a obviously intoxicated man trips over her. She turns to the guy, a fake pout on her lips.

“Well since you ran over me it's only fair you buy me a drink.” I roll my eyes at her antics and turn to look around the club. No one really catches my attention until my gaze gets to a dark corner of a club with a VIP table. All six main members of The Crew sit there, taking shots. All of them are paying attention to whatever Harry is saying. All of them except one.

His eyes bore into mine, even through the long distance between us. He mouths three words that make me want to run and throw up.

'You're dead, Angel.'

Notes

So first chapter. Should I continue?