I'd love to do this as a comic series but I need to get a lot better with my guys or hire someone. Anyway let me know if you liked this one^^

Havoc

"So what's the deal with you two?" asked Cass, "I thought you guys hooked up?"

I froze, standing on the other side of the lockers, in the locker room. I'd been dying to know the answer to that question for the last few weeks. Why had Britt decided to break up with me. There was a long pause, I heard some rustling as they were gearing up.

I wasn't sure if he was going to respond and then he did."Eh, didn't work out, he's looking for more and I'm not. He's… too sensitive,"

Too Sensitive...Too Sensitive...Too Sensitive….Toos Sensitive...Too Sensitive...To Sensitive.

It was the story of my fucking life. I closed my eyes for a moment trying to collect myself. I knew now was not the time or the place. I quietly shut my locker and pulled from the locker room, hoping they hadn't spotted me. I went to the hub and it was nearly agony waiting in line for jobs. When I finally got a few I rushed out to my bike and set out for my deliveries. It was starting to rain hard but I didn't care. I liked the rain and my mind was elsewhere. Britt's words still ringing through my ears, "He's... too sensitive."

You think by now I'd be used to hearing it, growing up my mom used to get it all the time. She'd been a single mother, in the city, raising a son all on her own. Everyone in the neighborhood always had something to say to her...always had some words of advice and wisdom that boiled down to, he's too sensitive. I needed to man up, get tough, grow a second skin, I was a boy not a baby. She'd always politely nod at them and move on her way, but I took it to heart.

There words would swirl around inside me, I wasn't enough, I needed to be more, I was weak, I needed to be strong, I felt to much, I needed to be hard. I wanted to take of mom, especially as I got older but the truth was, I couldn't even take care of myself.

At school I was relentlessly bullied, for my bowl hair cuts, cheap clothes and the fact that I'd cry at the drop of a hat. They used to make a game out of it, who could make Soren cry first. They'd tease me, poke me and push me until they hit my limit and I was a ball of tears. I was so pathetic that even younger kids took aim at me.

Specifically there was this one boy a three years younger then me named Riland Kade. Everyone called him Rie, he had a mouth on him and liked to walk around like he was important.

He had these two friends that were bigger then him and would always trail behind him. When he saw how soft of a target I was, he and his little gang started beating me up for my lunch money.

I would come home with bruises, crying my head off and my mom would sooth me but it got to be a problem as they harassed me day after day. Eventually the elders in the neighborhood began to notice. They'd take me aside and tell me I had to stand up for myself that I had to do something now or everyone was gonna walk all over me for the rest of my life. They taught me to put my fists up, to throw punches...to cause Havoc. They pumped me up with that age old story, you know the one...

The one about the boy who gets picked on, until he stands up for himself and then his bullies leave him alone. I got so hyped up on it that one day, I stood up to little Rie and his group. I told him that I wasn't gonna take his shit anymore. I wasn't gonna let him and his goons push me around.

They laughed and came running at me but I held my ground and I...I fought back. I got um good too! To be fair they were younger but at that moment it didn't matter. I fought as if my life depended on it. I knocked down the bigger boys and gave Rie a black eye. He and his little group ran off crying with their tails between their legs and for the first time in my life, I felt a sense of pride. A sense that in this crazy world I wasn't someone you messed with.

Oh how I'd marched home and told everyone in the neighbor of my glory. I reenacted it for them, showing how I'd kicked their asses. They cheered me on and even gave me some candy. When I got home I told my mom. She didn't like me fighting but she liked me not crying. She always worried I'd get hurt but for once I'd hurt them. I told it was over, like I'd just fought in some big war and declared at eleven years old, I was a man now.

Even thought I was only in the sixth grade I felt, I could take on the world and take care of both of us. She was so proud of me. She ended up cutting her seamstress work early that day. We had cake and ice cream and watched my favorite movie. It was one of the best days of my life, the last good day for a long while.

The next day...I woke up bright and early. I skipped to school thinking I was the man. I waved to everyone in the neighborhood and held my head up high at school. I saw the damage, I'd done to Rie when he was walking around with his shiner but something was up. He wasn't fearful or angry, as soon as I got to school that day, he smiled at me, nodded and ran off.

I didn't get it...at first I thought he might tell on me but none of the teachers seem to know what had gone on. I just went about my morning as usual, by lunch I could tell everyone was looking at me weird. I didn't understand, maybe they were surprised that I'd stood up for myself? I tried to ignore them but after school, I couldn't help but notice my walk home was a little crowded.

I took the same route everyday and I began to notice, nearly half the school was too. It was weird but I kept going. After a few blocks I saw this guy, leaned up against a nice looking black muscle car. The car in itself was something else, I hadn't ever seen a car like that but what caught my attention more was the guy. As I drew closer I realized he was only a teenager.

He had long beautiful hair, pulled back in a loose pony tail. I remember looking at him and thinking he was the most beautiful guy I'd ever seen. I noticed the shape of his face, his prep school clothes. He had the sweater off and was only wearing an unbuttoned, white dress shirt with the collar up. He had his arms crossed and his eyes closed and his had was bowed like he was waiting for something or catching a quick name.

I noticed people were gathering around him and staring to form a circle. I wondered if he was from a magazine. I...I'd never really noticed anyone like this before...only a movie star but this guy was real...right in front of me and then as whispered spread like wild fire, "He's here...dude he showed up,"

His eyes flickered open, I watched him scan the crowd and soon our gazes met. He had the most fierce ice blue eyes I'd ever seen. He was like...like an angelic demon, like something from a comic book. He sized me up for a moment and slightly titled his head before continuing to look around the crowd. I don't know why but I sudden felt like I'd done a bunch of summer salts and I found it hard to swallow. He was just the coolest guy I'd ever seen.

I was so focused on him that I hadn't noticed the crowd closing in behind me. Suddenly Rie ran up to the guy, waving at him, they knew each other? How? The guy looked down at Rie as he turned and pointed me out. I remember those eyes blue eyes quickly turning on me again. I froze in place as he casually pulled from the car and walked up to me. He rolled up the sleeve of his white dress shirt and spoke to me, "So you like to beat up little kids huh?"

"What," I said lost in the moment. It too me a second to process what he said and I quickly said, "Uh, no," Rie gave me a smug look and I realized this was about him. I quickly tried to explain, "It wasn't like that-"

"My brothers gonna kick your ass," said Rie unable to hold in is excitement any longer.

I realized then.. who this angelic beauty was...it was Avoc Kade, Riland Kades big brother. I heard rumors abut him who hadn't. He was in high school, a leader of a gang or something. I'd heard he'd killed a guy. I...I wondered for a moment how, how I could have forgotten that yesterday...when I'd taken out his little brother. I swallowed again my throat dry. I tried to tell myself the rumors were just rumors...they weren't true...right?

Avoc didn't take his eyes off me, he slightly tilted his head in the direction of his bother and hiss "Shut up," Rie stepped back I could see he too was afraid of his brother. Avoc focused his full attention on me once more and said, "I'm talking to you,"

"I...I was standing up for myself," I sputtered, "He...He and his friends bully me, they take my lunch money,"

"What are you fucking five." said Avoc.

"Nn..no...I'm...I'm eleven." I felt like I was going to piss myself.

"Eleven and you're beating up an eight year old?"

"I was standing up for myself," I said my eye tearing up.

"Well why don't you stand up to me," he taking a step toward me. It was one step but I felt like he'd half the distance between us. The dude had to be like twice my size...and was fucking legendary.

There was no way...in a billion years I was gonna be able to...to even... I began to feel dizzy. I was getting sick, I looked around again nearly everyone in school was staring at me waiting….waiting for something to happen.

I...I didn't know what to do... No where in the story, was there anything about, the guy standing up to his bullies and then his bullies, high school gang leader brother challenging him to a fight. It was clear...this guy was gonna wreck me. I stumbled back realizing there was no way, I was getting out of here...I couldn't fight him and I couldn't run cause of the crowd. I did the only sensible thing I could think off.

I dropped to my knees and started balling my head of, "Please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

I heard the other kids snickering and laughing. Some joked how I'd wet myself but I couldn't be sure if it happened then or after. Avoc just stood there waiting, for several minutes I just cried and cried. When I started to sniffle he said, "You're pathetic...not even worth my time."

My face brightened up for a moment, oh please let that be true...Please let me not be worthy of his time. Let me be so low that he'd just walk off and leaves me but he didn't. He rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck and then commanded me, "GET UP!"

I didn't want to, I really, really, didn't want to but the look in those ice cold eyes was more then clear, if I didn't get up, he'd get me. So I bolted back to my feet and again I said, "I'm sorry,"

Avoc scoffed at me, "You're gonna be. NO ONE touches my family."

Things get vague after that the fact that I could remember any of that day is rare considering what happened. Most people don't remember hours even days before a trauma but I remember everything up until that point. What I did..how I felt. I remember the sneer on his lips, the danger in his yes...his fist as it suddenly came hurling towards me, a flicker of something shiny then...nothing

It just went blank...along with the days after...What I can remember of that time is blurry, a hospital room, the police, my mom in tears. My grandparents at my side, when they rarely ever made the trip. Something had happened to me, I'd collided with a titan known as Avoc Kade...I'd crossed his path and paid the price with broken bones and lacerations.

The police wanted to know who had attacked me, they assumed it was multiple people, that I'd been jumped. I had to spell it out for them on a board, they seemed to know who I was talking about but no arrests were made. We came to find out they couldn't find a single witness to the attack even though most my school had been there. I didn't blame others for not coming forward why should they risk there own lives for a nobody, nothing like me. That time was the lowest I ever felt in my life.

I had to have multiple surgeries and physical therapy, I was lucky to be alive but it cost us everything. Mom had a rainy day fund and had been putting a little aside for my college fund. GONE! We couldn't afford to stay in the neighborhood, she sold her sewing machine for bus tickets and we packed up what we could carry. No one said goodbye to us on our way out, it was like we were ghosts just passing through.

We had to move to the country side with my grandparents. My mom helped them as they were getting on and started working the fields, I had some schooling but I couldn't afford to go anymore, not just financially but mentally. There were days when everything felt like a nightmare and I knew it was all my fault...I'd failed. When my mom could manage to get some money I was hoping she'd buy herself a new sewing machine, she used to make such dresses but she...she sacrificed everything for her soft son and bough him a bike so it wasn't so hard to get around.

I remember staring at that old bike, thinking I'd make it up to her. One day I'd make her proud again...I'd get back everything that was lost. I rode that bike all over, trying to find little things I could do to help pay the bills. Others started to take noticed and I had a little delivery service going between the farms.

When I was seventeen Grandpa got real sick. I'd make runs for his medicine but...he died later that year. It was hard making ends meet so when I turned eighteen, I moved to the city and became a bike courier. It was hard work but I loved it so much! For the longest time I'd only interact with a handful of people and now it felt like the whole world was at my finger tips.

At first I worried I'd get overwhelmed but all my interactions were small, I'd get to see little slices of peoples lives. I was there long enough to deliver a package and then be off on my next job. Those first few months, I lived at the bike depot working day and night, sleeping in between jobs, when I could. Anything I didn't need for living costs I sent back home.

Eventually I made a met a girl named Synthia, on one of my delivers, I was able to go in on a place with her and a few others. It was nice having a place to stay but it was also hard at first being around someone who didn't know my past. She'd ask about the nightmares, and all the scars I'd gotten from Avoc's rings. I told her I'd gotten in a bike accident. Our job could be pretty dangerous so most people bought it.

I started hanging out in my free time, sharing meals, going to karaoke and bars. At first Sytnhia tried to hook up with me until she found out I was gay. We became good friends and then she'd try and hook me up. Dates were awkward as fuck, whenever I was around a guy I was really attracted to I'd free up and say the stupidest things. Most people had high school to figure this shit out and I was barely string words together at nearly nineteen.

I thought my love life was doomed if I couldn't talk to a guy. Synthia told me to make friends with a guy first that that might help but I felt intimidated around more men, until Brittan. He was another bike courier, one of the best. He was a sarcastic jaded mother fucker who always playfully teased me. He liked to test my metal and would challenge me. He'd race me on jobs and loser had to by beers.

That first year he won so many beers off me but I'd made another friend. I kept learned the inns and out of the city and pushed myself. I was able to improve a lot and eventually beat him. I realized after he bought me my first winning beer, it was the first time in a long time since I'd really challenged myself.

For a moment I felt that sense of pride, that sense of accomplishment I'd felt all those years ago but I was hesitant to dwell in it this time... I kept looking around waiting for the fall and kept myself humble. I kept expecting something to happen to knock me down a peg or two but it never came. I continued to race and I'd won more times...not every time but enough that I felt fucking amazing.

I made friends and got myself a real life. I started getting seniority jobs and was able to do more important deliveries. I made some decent money, I still sent most of it home but after I got my mom a new sewing machine, I bought myself some clothes that didn't have holes and Synthina did my hair, apparently there was something wrong with it. I even got my ears pierced and some cologne to help with those sweater days.

She noticed more of the scars, in my new clothes and still wanted to know what kind of wreck it was. Especially when she pointed out one looked like the left imprint of a ring. She could see it unsettled me to talk about it. She didn't push but said I should talk with it about someone someday. I said I would once it felt right.

For a few years, my life was really nice and then...then I had to go fuck it up by, falling in love. One night I was out with Brittan and we got super drunk, I admitted I thought Brittan was hot, with all his muscles and he was so funny with the wit of his. I kissed him and we ended up messing around and I finally did it.

I'd messed around before, hand jobs blow jobs, I'd tried to take a guy before and be taken but it hadn't panned out do to my awkwardness. Yet in Brittan's arms I felt safe and was able to just let go. The next morning, when he found out he was my first, he seemed bothered by that. He told me he wasn't looking for anything involved.

I was so stupid, like a fucking puppy saying I wasn't either, we could do whatever he wanted. I was up for anything, I just wanted to be with him...yet my heart was pounding in my chest. We hooked up a few more times...sober and it turned into my first real relationship. I started crashing at his place more and then doing laundry, he got touchy about me making him breakfast but didn't mind me making him other meals or grabbing him something on the go. Each day I spent with him I was getting more and more attached.

One night after we'd finished, he asked me where I really got all the scars and I told him about my bully about what happened with his brother. I cried but he was the first person, I'd told about it in years. I thought he was going to push me away...or tease me for being a grown man who couldn't hold it together. Yet he held me and I fell asleep in his arms. When I woke up I thought this was what falling in love must be. It was spending days together, sharing secrets holding each other when things were hard.

I told him how I felt, that I wanted to be with him forever...He took off at ten in the morning to get a drink. I didn't expect a response but but I noticed he drank a ton...especially when he didn't want to deal with something. A few times I borrowed his water bottle at work and found the taste of alcohol.

I got worried about him, what if he got to drunk and got hurt on a job. I mention his drinking might be a problem for him and he blew up on me.

He told me didn't need a wife and that I didn't seem to get what a fucking casual relationship was. He stormed off and I waited at his place for him to come back. He'd run off before after I told him I loved him but...this time he was gona longer I almost fell asleep when I heard the door. I went out and found her was back but he wasn't alone. He was with some other guy. When the guy asked who I was...he said no one. He pulled him into his bedroom and I sat there hearing them go at it...I realized it was over...that he'd just broken up with me...I gathered my things and quietly left but I felt. I felt like I wanted to die…

Everything after that had felt dull and lifeless...I wanted to know why, he'd ended things but I couldn't face him. I could barely be in the same room with him. I wanted to know the reason so badly, was it my declaration of love, my asking about the drinking or something else all together. I needed to know but I felt like asking him would just make me pathetic...but fuck it I was pathetic. Even now thinking about it all, I was crying...at least I could hide it in the rain.

I arrived at my first stop. I made the delivery and then the second and third. I was just trying to get through my day...get thought my life, I kept waiting to toughen up, to grow that second skin but I just couldn't seem to shut myself off. I went back to the hub and they needed someone for a priority package that needed to be delivered ASAP.

I grabbed it wanting to get out of there, on my way out, I saw Britt working on his bike. I tried to just walk by like I hadn't heard what he'd said like I didn't care about him. I stumbled over myself and nearly fell but I continued on.

I got on my bike and rode out to the location. It was a new building I'd never been to it before. I was one of the tallest in the city and had just opened up to the public, a few month ago. Everything inside was so clean and modern. It was cool sometimes the places I went, it was like being a tourist of the world.

The security team stopped me almost immediately. I was used to it, I showed them the package and the request. Most times the front desk could sign and they'd eventually finish delivering the package but on the priority ones I needed the actual receiver to sign for it. The security guard pointed me to the elevators. I got in the first one just as a man was.

I took noticed of his physique almost immediately. He was in an expensive tailor suit that fit in all the right ways. He was muscular but not too muscular, and he smelled good. It was just a quick glance but he'd peeked my interest already. It was just the two of us so I chanced a few more glances at him. He had a handsome jaw line, I really wanted a front on look so I causally turned hoping he would do the same. After a second he noticed my action and titled his head slightly before he turned to face me.

To my horror I knew him…. I could NEVER EVER forget those fierce ice blue eyes. He had a faded scar on his face now but it only made him look intriguing. His eyes honed in on me and I thought my heart was going to stop as he caught me staring at him. He raised an eyebrow, gave me a stange look and asked. "Do I know you""

I was petrified. FUCK THAT I WAS BEYOND PETRIFIED! I was sure I'd piss myself right then and there on the spot but thankfully the elevator doors opened pulling me out of my stupor. "NOPE," I said a bit loudly before I darted out of the elevator. I didn't know what floor I was getting off on, it didn't fucking matter. I just had to get out of there and way from him. I moved quickly down the hall pretending I knew where I was going, hoping he wouldn't follow but I didn't dare look back as I passed several people in a hall.

When I managed to find a bathroom I relieved myself and splashed water in my face. I really just wanted to ditch the package and get out of here but I had to finish the job. I always delivered my packages and wasn't going to let him tarnish my perfect record. I found my barrings, got back in the elevator and rode up to the top floor.

When I got off I was taken in by the views...I walked up to the glass and lost myself for a moment looking out the window. I'd never been this high up. It made my stomach feel a little queasy then again I had just run into HIM. I let out a deep breath and turned to deliver my package. I noticed there was no desk just a long hall. A few feet in there was a man, in a pinstriped suit with glasses and an orange tie. He seemed to be some sort of gate keeper because half a dozen people walked up to him but no one went passed him to the ornate black double doors.

I decided to just wait in the line. When it was my turn he sized me up, "Can I help you?"

"Yes," I said "I have a priority package for this floor,"

I showed him the paperwork, he quickly examined it, signed it and then opened his hand, I handed him the package and he carefully examined it for any damage before turned. He strode down the hall and I turned to see the line disburse. People moved to couches that almost blended in with the walls and waited. I thought this was an odd place but my job was done.

I got into the elevator and happy to be leaving...though I couldn't help wonder what someone like Avoc was doing in a place like this...dressed like this. Then again he'd gone to a fancy prep school and had run a gang...maybe a gang was what it took to work in a place like this…I felt bad when I realized I'd been attracted to him for a slight second. True I didn't know who he was but he was the last person I'd ever want to get involved with. I just felt so caught off guard not expecting to see him again...well hoping. I'd hoped...Now I just hoped to get out of here alive.

The elevator stopped on the ground floor and I stepped out bumping into some guy.

"Watch it asshole," said the guy. I didn't get what his problem was, he was suppose to wait for people to get off I wasn't in the wrong here. He was...I pulled back to respond but when I looked at him and he looked at me...just my luck the other FUCKING BROTHER Rieland Kade. He'd grown up and while his brother looked good, it had no passed on to him. He was still short and pissy. He also had his too goons attached to his side, they were even taller and mean looking.

I quickly lowered my gaze and said, "Sorry," hoping he wouldn't recognize me either but no such luck. A moment later I'd heard him gasping in the elevator. "No fucking way,"

"What." said one of his goons.

"You see that guy just."

"What guy?"

Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! My heart didn't stop racing until I was several blocks away. I took note of the address and made sure I didn't deliver there again, for fear of running into him or his fucking brother. Over the next few days, anytime it showed up on my route, I'd switch with someone. Sometimes they'd only want me to take their shift but a few had me pay. I didn't care whatever it took to get away from that place. I know it was probably foolish to act like this, we were both adults but still I wouldn't put it past him or his brother to pummel me again.

I hoped I'd just be able to move past the whole ordeal but to my horror after more then a week, a special request came in for me. In the almost five years I worked there, no one had ever requested me by name. I asked where the package was for but I had a feeling. I knew the address immediately and saw it was a priority package to be signed by Avoc Kade himself.

Shit...shit...I couldn't help but feel this was a trap. The mother fucker probably sent it to himself. I wasn't falling for it, not like last time. I walked almost five block, with half the school knowing what was coming my way but now I was older, wiser. I ran around asking if anyone could trade with me and just pretend to be me for a delivery but they thought it was too much of a hassle and turned me down.

Then Britt walked up, we still hadn't spoken in weeks, but he asked. "What's up with you. You've been shifting packages around a lot lately." He'd noticed...I looked up at him, he had a sucker in his mouth. I...found myself conflicted...I still had feeling for him but was so hurt...by everything...I almost snapped at him to fuck off but I was desperate I could not deliver this package. I closed my eyes and shamefully sad "I...I can't deliver this package."

"Why not," he said rolling the sucker around in his mouth. He took the paperwork from my hands and looked at it. "They requested you."

"I just can't," I said, "Would….would you please pretend to be me for one drop off."

"Hmp," he said but didn't hand back the paper work. He scratched his head and said, "Buy me a beer after?"

I brightened up. "Anything,"I said. He could see I was desperate .

"Okay, fine," he said taking the package.

He took off and oh I was so happy. Later that night, at the local bar, I bought him two beers. He wanted to know what was up wit that package, "About that package you had me deliver, "You piss some guys off or something?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Guy seemed pretty upset. I told them I was you, my ID had just fallen off. This little guy kept shouting bullshit. They almost wouldn't take the package...wanted to know where you were"

It was a trap...FUCK. What was I gonna do, I closed my eyes, "Sorry about that."

"So what's the deal," he said not dropping it.

I was quiet for a few minutes and then said "You know the guy that beat me up as a kid.

"Yeah." he said I realized he was leaning in really close to me. It was probably so he could hear me over the noise of the bar but I could feel his body heat.

"He's the guy...who I was suppose to deliver to,"

"Hmp." He said. I thought he was gonna say something more but he just took his two beers and swaggered off the the corner with his friends. I didn't stick around thought I had some people call me over, I went home early that night, worried I'd get more requests. What was I gonna do? Should I just confront him or quit the best job I'd ever had...true it was the only job I'd ever had but I didn't want him taking anything else from me. He'd already shattered my dignity once.

I dreaded going into work but I didn't get another special request, things went on as normal and again I hoped this was over. Maybe they'd think it was just a mix up or forget about it but the pit in my stomach told me it wasn't going to be that easy.

After a few days I learned that Brit had told Juno, at the desk to forward all packages from that location to him. I...I couldn't believe it, I really didn't understand him...like he didn't want to be with me then he goes and does something so amazing that just makes my heart, get all. It was hard not to smile around him after that. I wondered if I should do something for him.

Then a day or so later, it was raining and the man with the orange tie and pin stripped suit came into the hub. He had an umbrella and his glasses steamed. He had to wiped them off before looking around, he did not look happy. I quickly hid as he went up to the front desk. I wondered what it was about. I tried to spy on him, Chey was at the front desk and must have overhead something. He got excited looking around then to my horror pointed at me. The orange tied man turned and glared at me.

I froze as the man, nodded then gave Chey some money. I turned and started messing with my bike, hoping to take of but it was so wet I couldn't get the lock off fast enough. He stood behind with his umbrella and said, "Soren Fwetch"

"Yeah." I said

"You need to come with me."

"Why," I asked finally getting my lock open, "I do something?"

"Come with me and everything will be explained."

"Right," I said standing, my ass. I didn't know this guy, I tried to take off but he grasped hold of my bike before I could move it. A car suddenly pulled up close and he motioned to it, "Please don't make this difficult…I didn't move.

Another car pulled up and two large guy got out. I tried to make a run for it but they got me and threw me into the car. I demanded to know what this was about but no one said shit. I saw they had guns. We drove to the building and went into the underground parking garage. The pulled up to the elevators and dragged me in kicking and screaming. As we rode up to the top floor, my heart sunk I knew this was it, this was him...that had me. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Maybe he was looking to finish the job….and kill me off.

When the doors opened I pleaded "Please let me go,"

The men ignored me, each took a side and lifted me off my feet. The man with the orange tie led us down the hall to the black ornate door. He opened it and then there was another fucking hall with doors on either side. We got to the end and there was an elevator...we were going down. Now up...we weren't on the top floor. I thought this was it but we went up. We moved passed large desks an a strange teared fountain that gave me weird vibes. Soon enough I was pulled through large double door and set down in front of massive desk. Behind it was Avoc, he was looking over paper work.

After the men set me down, without even looking up, he waved them off. The men left the room and it was just me and him. He continued to look at his paper work before signing it. After a moment he glanced up at me, he paused then pulled back and poured himself a drink from a fancy red bottle in his desk.

I swallowed and pleaded with him. "Please, Please just let me go, I haven't done anything."

Avoc didn't look at me, he swirled his drink, then smelled it before bringing it to his lips. I was so fucking sacred I was focusing on his every move. He slowly tilted his head back until he'd finished of his drink and then set it down. He quickly cleaned his glass and then as he put it away he spoke "You lied to me."

"What," I said.

"I asked if I knew you."

"YOU DON'T! I swore.

He paused, his ice blue eyes finally flicked in my direction. "But I do, Soren Fwetch, tell me how was the rest of the sixth grade."

SHIT! He did remember, I cleared my throat but looked off to the side. Begrudgingly I said "I'm not that boy anymore."

"Really," he said, suddenly standing. He came around his desk and sat on the edge, "Then just who are you?"

He waited for me to respond, I wanted to roar back, someone you shouldn't mess with but who was I kidding. Though it had been years...we were still in the same position. I was just some punk bike courier and he had some high end deal going. The office at the top, tailored suits, men who didn't ask questions and had guns. It didn't take a genius to realize he was still the same thug, just with a more sophisticated set up. Still...I refused to...to go down so easily this time.

"Well." he commanded.

I forced myself to look at him,"Someone else, I'm just someone else, now"

"Hmp, fine someone else," he said a slight smile dancing across his lips "Perhaps I don't know you but I will. I plan to get to know you really well."

"Why," I said.

He adjusted his tie. "Twice now, you've caught my interest and until it's satisfied you'll stay here."

"Interest? Was that good or bad? Wait stay here...as in I couldn't leave...to be fair I didn't think I was gonna survive but still. Reasonably, "I can't, I'm sorry...I...I have a job...a life."

"Not much of a job," he said looking at my uniform, "Not much of a life."

"Please whatever this is, I can't stay here, I afford to miss work. I have people who depend on me."

"Oh," he said, "And who would depend on you? A wife? Kids?"

"My mother and grandmother, they need it they need me to work, to pay the bills,"

I thought he'd say something but he just stood there for a long moment rubbing his jaw. He seemed lost in thought then came out of it. He looked me up and down once more and said "So you shall work."

I was confused, was he trying to kill me or offer me a job?

"How much do you make in a given year,"

"I don't know,"

He signed rubbing his temple, "Per Delivery."

"It varies...some days there is a lot, some days there isn't...the prices can fluctuate,"

He put a hand in his suit jacket and pulled out thick wad of cash. Like some real gangster cash, my eyes went wide as he unfolded it then set it down on his desk. He reached into the other side of his jacket and took out a thicker wad if possible. My lips parted...clearly the dude had done well for himself. I furrowed my brow as he set it down on his desk. I tried not to care...I don't know what he was up to but I wasn't staying here,'

"I need to go,"

"Name your price," he said.

A price...for what? I was so lost, I felt dizzy. "Please," I pleaded with him. He looked into my eyes and there was some expression I didn't recognize. He quickly pushed a button on his desk. A cigarette popped up. He pushed another button and there was an open flame, he lit the cigarette and then took several long drags. I just stood there watching and waiting. Eventually he said "I wont repeat myself."

He wont repeat himself...but I didn't understand, what the fuck was going on? Was this some sort of mind game? I looked around knowing I was trapped that eventually I'd have to get this over with...whatever it was. So I was just straight with him. "What do you want from me?"

His eyes flickered in my direction again. He stared at me for a moment and then said "From you...everything."

He wanted everything….He wanted my life…I just gave his brother a black eye and this...like seriously...at least things mad sense now, I stumbled back. He pulled blue tie loose, then put out his cigarette, in an ash tray on the desk. He slowly removed his jacket, folded it nicely and placed it on his desk. I thought this was it…he was rolling up his sleeves, to beat me to death with his bare hands. He unbuttoned his dess shirt, and I saw his undershirt. He took off his shirt and folded it nicely.

I realized I was just standing there like an idiot. I should do something shouldn't I but what, from from the size of the muscles in his arms I knew once again, I didn't stand a chance. I'd become lean, small and sleek, I had muscles but they were in my legs for pedling. I stared at his arms again those arms that were so good at pummeling me. The suit had...hidden his physique more then I thought.

This was a fucking nightmare and he was torturing me by taking his time.

"Just get it over with." I cried, my adrenaline stated to rise, I felt like I was gonna cry, piss myself, myself of or all three. I learned some defense...but as he stepped up to me it just went out the window. I saw all those ring and sunk to my knees on the floor. I struggled as tears began straming down my cheeks

"Are you crying?" his voice was dangerously close. I opened my eyes and he'd crouched down in front of me. He smirked at me, "What are you five,"

Something inside me snapped, I pushed him back and he fell over onto the ground. I shot up and tried to kick him but he spun to the side, he was so fast, he moved to his feet as I pulled back looking for a weapon. I grabbed a lamp..only to realize how flimsy it was.

"Seriously." he said..

It might have been flimsy but it also looked expensive. I moved like I was gonna toss it, "BACK OFF, LET ME GO OR I'LL BREAK IT! Yeah...for a moment I thought we don't have to fight...in the adult world money talked if I threatened some invaluable base then maybe- He started laughing, he seemed amused, he took a lamp just like it and shattered it on the ground, go ahead, break it all, tear up my office...cause havoc. I don't care."

I didn't understand again…was he mental or something. I set the lamp down gently then rushed to the doors I tried to open it, he came up fast behind me then and pinned me to the door. "Ahh, Ahh, I didn't say you could leave."

I tried to slide out from him but he kept me pinned against the door. He was pressing into me so hard, I began to feel something, his gun at my back. Was he gonna shoot me from behind. He grasp hold of me and pulling me from the door. I tried fight and run at the same time. I struggled, throwing punches but he moved so gracefully around me, laughing at every move I made.

Someone how I ended up on a black leather couch, with him on top of me. He looked down on me, smiling. "A day hasn't gone past, where you haven't crossed my mine...out of ever fight, I've ever had, out of everyone I ever took down, you were different." His eyes light up, "Yes there is something different about you, Soren,"

"What," I stammered.

Without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against me. My eyes widened, "I didn't understand. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON! He puled back and he reached for my crotch. He began generously stroking it. I thought I was gonna pee myself but instead I was getting hard… from the way he was touching me or the adrenaline. I didn't know I didn't like it. "Please, what are you doing-"

"What does it look like," he said. He pulled back and reached for his belt.

I realized now he didn't want to fight me he wanted to FUCK ME! "Uh I...I'm not interested" Interested that is what he meant. This whole conversation now seemed so different. "I mean I'm interested in guys but not you."

"Oh," he said undoing his belt, "Why not?"

"Because its you."

"What about me," He grinned.

"You're a psycho who almost killed me, you tore up my entire life-"

He swooped in with another kiss it was passionate heated when he pulled back he said, "Let me make it up to you," he pulled the zipper down on my work jacket. I never… never… never… never…. Never… nope… ever... in a million years had thought this would happened with HIM. I'd had so many nightmares of him standing in front of the car but never laying on couch.

He pulled back my jacket and lifted up my shirt. His cold hands spread across my stomach… and chest feeling me up before reaching for my belt. I was petrified, I knew I needed to do something I tried to roll out from under him but he stopped me. "Where you going."

"Please.," I pleaded.

"Those eyes of yours," He said "The way you look at me when you plead," he pulled himself out, "It driving me crazy." I glanced down at his exposed cock and did a double take. Of course like him it was fucking gorgeous. The length the with, it had a slight curve to one side more then the other but that bulge on the end. I could picture wrapping my lips around it, taking it deep in my throat, in my..

I blinked what was I doing. I.. I...he came in kissing me again and then he reached into my pants. I don't even remember him pulling my zipper down, he suddenly took me in his hands and gripped. I shuddered, clearly he knew the right grip….the way to hold me and began stroking me. His hand felt so good. I started to moan…he continued to slowly tug at me as he got my pants off and then all at once he flipped me on the couch.

He took my ass in his hands then giving it a good squeezed he ran his palms all over it. Gave me a good hard smack then parted me. I was at ta loss for what to do. At this point he had me… He gently dipped his finger between my cheeks feeling me out. There was a hint of disappointment in him "This isn't your first time,"

"No," I gasped...

"How many," he said as he pulled something out of his pocket. A moment later I felt him lubing me up. I didn't' want to respond to him but he began working me from behind and then grasped hold of my dick again he squeezed with delights. "HOW MANY!"

"One, only one," I said.

"One," he said "Who was he...who touched...what's mine."

"Mine," I said raising an eyebrow, "I'm not-"

He squeezed and it was like I was merciless to his touch. I felt him position himself, I was glad he'd lubed me up, I knew it was going to be an event in itself and oh it was...I felt him pierce me deep inside. He let it rest for a second...allowing to to adjust, then grasped the back of my neck and reposition me as I cried out. He pulled a pillow from somewhere using it to prop me up some.

Then he unleashed upon me, pulling, tugging, trusting...I'd had sex before...but FUCK! FUCK FUCK. I jerked against him...everything but this urge...this moment leaving my mind. He knew how to move just the right times to thrust and went to change up. It was clear I wasn't going to last long. He started messing with my balls and then stroking the length of me.. he pulled back on the couch to where he was sitting and he fucking lifted me. He got an angle I'd never had before and I cried out… madly whimpering. All the while he trust grunting and groaning.

After a well paced fucking he suddenly dropped me down and I could feel it. His body stiffened and he did this things with his hand that shot me off like a rocket on his couch. I'd never sprayed so far...and I knew my limit...I'd spent enough time by myself to know what I could do but watching my streams shoot out father then I'd ever seen I knew I cam and I cam hard, and I could feel his heat. He pressed up against me tightly unleashing within me.

After a few seconds he collapsed on top of me as I laid on the couch. It took me a moment to get my mind back...for my heart to stop pounding. When I realized what just happened…I almost couldn't believe it, the guy who had beat the shit out me, the guy who had sent me to the hospital and destroyed my like had just given me one of the greatest fucks of my life.