The Devil's Angels.

“You motherfucker! That's my best friend! Do you not realize who you're messing with?” Each demand I yell is followed by a few punches and in a short time the scumbag is lying on the ground.

“You piece of shit! No one ever touches my friends like that!” A harsh kick is issued to him, followed by a punch to the stomach.

“I'm sorry.” He utters, clutching his stomach.

“Angel, let up.” Groove says and I turn to look at him. He's holding a shaking Diamond in his arms and the sight of her being so scared snaps me out of my fit of anger.

I move to crouch next to the man lying on the ground and stare straight at him with unwavering eyes.

“Who are you with?” I ask.

“No-no one.”

“Don't fucking lie to me.”

“I'm not.”

“Tell me who you're with!” I yell and he flinches, covering his ears. Bastard probably has one hell of a headache.

“The Crew.”

“That's what I thought. Well you tell them that if one of their men ever touch one of my people again, there will be much harsher consequences.”

He nods quickly and I stand up, moving to hug Diamond.

“I'm so sorry, boo. Let's go home.” I glance at Grooves.

“Tell everyone there's a meeting at my place in thirty minutes. If you're not there you'll have to deal with Polo. And tell Sticks to bring some scotch. I'm running low.”

He nods, walking back inside the club.

“I'm sorry this happened to you.” She doesn't reply, just shudders as we walk back towards the street, hailing a cab.

The drive back to our shared flat is silent, the only sound being the tick of the meter as we drove each mile.

I paid the man as we arrived and then basically had to carry Di out of the cab.

I open the door with one hand and drag her back to her room, locking the door behind us in the process. I peel off her ruined shirt and pants, hissing as her injuries become more visible. How had he managed this? They were only alone for the minute it had taken me to get Grooves! This is my fault. Oh my God, my best friend is beaten half to death and it's all my fault.

I leave her on the bed for a moment as I go to grab the first aid kit and my phone off the kitchen counter where I had previously tossed it.

I take pictures of her wounds for evidence to show the boys before tending to her.

“I'm so sorry.” I mutter as I dab rubbing alcohol onto a particularly nasty cut.

I redress her in one of my ex boyfriend's over sized t shirt and some shorts before tucking her into her bed and leaving the room, shutting the door behind me.

I go over the events of the past hour or so in my mind as I take off my now bloodied and stained clothes, dressing in some sweatpants and a tee, throwing a beanie on my mess of hair.

A few long minutes later the boys arrive in one large group, worried looks on all of their faces.

The men fill my seemingly dwarfed living room and I stop Ashton on his way to my couch.

“Got the booze?” He wordlessly hands it over, making me smile as he engulfs my 5'1 frame in a hug.

“Thanks man.” He nods, rubbing my back for a moment before joining the others.

“First off,” I start, addressing the huddled masses in my house.

“No comments on my outfit of choice, alright?” Chuckles fill the room and I crack a smile.

“Some of you may know that Diamond was attacked tonight by a Crew.” Angry shouts fill the small room and I motion for them all to calm down.

“It was a low level Crew but a Crew none the less. I say we pay them a little visit they won't forget. I'm not talking full on ambush- just a few little things here and there.”

Murmurs of agreement fill the room before Polo speaks up.

“One question.”

“Yeah?”

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