This couldn't be happening. We all watched the shows late at night about people being abducted and murdered. We all thought to ourselves, 'this would never happen to me, I'm smart'. Yet here I was, in the inside of a trunk, screaming into a ball that had been stuffed in my mouth to keep me quiet and a bag over my head so I wouldn't see where they were taking me.

I stopped screaming when I almost passed out due to lack of oxygen. With the music turned all the way up, no one would hear me. Strangers in their cars would only notice a group of guys having fun, listening to loud music on a wild night. Nothing out of the ordinary.

I was angry at myself for not remembering the important steps I once saw in a Youtube video. They listed so many things you could do in this scenario, but I remembered none. It was too long ago. And even if I could remember the slightest details, the handcuffs were painfully tight to the point where I couldn't feel them anymore.

I wondered what Cedric was thinking. I never showed up to the restaurant. An hour or more had passed by, so no doubt he was worried out of his mind. Maybe he thought I left on purpose. Maybe even thought I couldn't take it anymore and just ran for it. He knew I was scared ever since the initiation.

At some point, I passed out for a couple of minutes only to be woken again by a bump on the road. Suddenly it didn't feel like the car was driving through a road anymore, instead it was soft like grass. It didn't help that they turned off the music long ago while I was unconscious. It only meant we were far from all civilization. They weren't worried about my screams for help anymore.

The car came to a harsh halt and my body hit a hard edge that left me gasping for air. When the men got out and came around to get me, I started to panic. They pulled me out and pushed me forward, holding my arms and guiding me into a building. I almost tripped when an unexpected cement block hit the front of my shoes.

"Finally," said a man far away from us. "Has he talked?"

"Not a word," one of the men behind me responded.

"Put him here."

They pushed me harder until I fell face forward. A rough pair of hands grabbed my arms and dragged me until I was where they wanted me to be.

"Put him on his knees."

Again, the pair of hands touched me and forced me to my knees. My heart was going crazy right now. It almost hurt to even breathe. Scenes like these were famous in violent movies. All I could think of was someone on their knees with a bag over their head and a gun pointing between their eyes. I almost wanted to turn my head so I could accidentally feel if there really was a gun being pointed at me.

But they removed the bag.

My eyes didn't burn from unexpected light. There was barely any light except one lamp and the moon shining down through a large crack in the ceiling. We were in an old warehouse that smelled strongly of metal and rusty copper. It was a building that must have been abandoned many years ago. These people really loved their warehouses.

"I'll make this easy so we can all go home," said the same man who ordered me on my knees. He was older than the rest by thirty years I'd guess. His hair was all the way white, but his face was fairly young and attractive. "Tell me the real reason you were working at the warehouse."

I stared deeply into his blue eyes and breathed calmly and patiently. There was no way my reading skills could save me here, but I had to try something. There was a table nearby with shiny objects that kept trying to grab my attention, but I knew that if I looked, I wouldn't be able to stay calm.

"I recently moved here and desperately needed a job. A friend recommended it to me, but I got fired."

He waved a finger at me. "That's the thing, you don't look the part. You aren't strong enough for this job. Not to mention you look young. And do you know how suspicious it looks that all of our records of you got deleted from our server?"

"I'm telling the truth," I said innocently.

He looked at me and smiled before turning to the table with the obvious objects.

"You don't look the part, but you know what you do look like?" He paused and picked up an extremely shiny knife. "Someone that knows how to deal with technology."

"I have an iPhone," I said, shrugging my shoulders even though they ached from being manhandled. I was leaning heavily on the innocent look of a young and stupid boy. "That's all I know about technology. I don't know what you want from me, but you have the wrong person. I just wanted a job to pay my bills and I got fired because I'm clearly not good enough, as you keep pointing out."

"I don't believe it."

Everyone in the warehouse began to peel off their fancy jackets, then they rolled up their sleeves and walked towards the table like they were ready for the meal of a lifetime. One of the guys took a rope that was hanging from the wall and dragged it back to me. That was when I realized it was attached to a hook on the ceiling and I was a hundred percent going to be hung.

"We have to get back in an hour," one of the kidnappers told the old man.

"Don't worry, we'll finish this in less."

I wanted to vomit. Even more when the rope was tied around my ankles. Not only were they going to hang me, but they were going to do so upside down. I was going to be slaughtered like an animal. Mentally, I was bracing myself for what it would feel like for my throat to be sliced. I couldn't imagine it.

"Pull him up."

The process was painful. They weren't gentle when they pulled the rope and my body flew upwards, causing my head to smack against the ground on the way up. But it didn't hurt as much as when the old man used a knife to tear off my shirt, purposely pressing it against my skin so it would cut me and leave me bleeding.

I was about to start screaming and begging for help, but my prince arrived just in time.

"STOP!" Elijah shouted as he stormed into the warehouse.

"Elijah? What are you doing here?" said the old man.

I couldn't help but remember how out of place Elijah always looked. Normally he wore clothes that covered up, even in the burning heat, or he'd wear casual clothes like he was right now; a loose tank top, black cargo shorts with too many pockets, and boots that matched. He never looked quite like he belonged. This gang was too fancy for him.

"Put him down," Elijah ordered as he marched towards us. I lost sight of him when the rope turned me around, making me face the group of angry men who were ready to beat my ass to death.

"I don't think so."

"Now, Fletcher."

"Unless the boss said—"

"He's my boyfriend," Elijah said confidently.

"What?"

As my body spun back to face them, I, too, wanted to utter a confused what.

"I gave him the job and I was the one who deleted all traces of him when I fired him," Elijah explained, standing with his arms crossed over his chest. "Didn't realize we had a backup server before I messed around with the computers."

Fletcher squinted his eyes at him. "Then why didn't you say anything? You know how shit works around here."

"BECAUSE!" Elijah screamed, losing his patience. "WHO THE FUCK CARES ABOUT SOME TWINK WORKING AT ONE OF OUR WAREHOUSES?"

Twink?

This was a surprise, but Fletcher, the same man who was about to stab me to death and possibly even skin me, walked over to Elijah and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder before speaking with the softest most understanding voice I'd ever heard, "I understand why you didn't want to turn the information in. I didn't want to either, but it's protocol. You know there's no other way."

Elijah shrugged off his hand and looked the opposite of comfortable.

"Let's go," Fletcher said to his boys. "I'll be back in half an hour with Claudia. Stay here and don't move. Please, don't make things more complicated."

Elijah remained quiet as the others walked out of the building. Something seemed to be bothering him, and for a guy who felt untouchable to me, this scared me. I knew it had something to do with me and it didn't look good.

"Stop talking," Elijah whispered. "You told me nothing. I tried my best."

Was he talking to the voices? He surely wasn't talking to me since I hadn't said a single word.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"I told you Lords doesn't allow women, right?"

"Yeah."

"There's an exception. If she's the partner of one of our members, she becomes a part of Lords, too." He walked around me, leaving my body to hang for a little while longer. "I was talking to Fletcher's wife when she mentioned what he was about to do. I put the pieces together and realized I made a mistake on my part and you were in danger. I rushed here as soon as possible and by the looks of it, I made it in time."

"Were they going to kill me?"

"Yep."

"Oh, wonderful."

"I'm sorry this happened." He glanced down at me and I had to try and swallow the nerves that just pushed up my throat at the sight of his face. His expression brought me back to the first time I met him, when the fear made a knot of my guts. "Claudia is our tattoo artist. She's going to give you the crown we all have." He turned to give me a good look at the crown on the back of his neck, the one that symbolized you were in Lords.

I didn't protest—not like I could anyway. I knew what it meant. There was no use combating it.

"The boss likes me, so did his father. You'll just be considered like my wife."

Funny how that comment and how they treated women was what bothered me the most. Not that I was joining another gang, but the fact that this one was sexist. Elijah didn't seem to hold their views, which was nice. There just wasn't anything he could do to change their minds, especially if this was an all-powerful gang like I imagined it was.

"Can't wait to be branded," I muttered dryly.

"Let's get you down from there," he said, looking around for a way to set me free. "Actually."

"What?"

He stood a few inches away from me and scanned me up and down.

"You look pretty good upside down." He palmed his junk and tilted his head at me.

"Um, I . . . " My stomach was fireworks as I realized what was going through his head. Elijah kept his dark eyes on me as he slowly unzipped. "What are you doing step bro?"

"You're handcuffed, you're hanging upside down, there's nothing you can do but accept my cock."

Honestly, I wasn't planning on stopping him. I couldn't exactly put into words the way I was feeling right now, but I would never in my life be hung upside down again—hopefully. I was going to take full advantage of the moment and suck his dick . . . upside down.

"You're right, there's nothing I can do but take it into my mouth."

Elijah dug into his pants, and for the first time ever, I saw his cock as he pulled it out. Either he was telling the truth all this time about how well-endowed he was, or being upside down twisted my vision. He was barely hard and it was already so long. It didn't take too long for him to get hard, and I was in utter shock when that moment came. It was long.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours," he ordered while his thumb brushed over my bottom lip, pulling it up as my mouth complied.

The head of his cock pushed in and I got my first taste of Elijah. I closed my mouth around it and let my tongue drag circles, turning the smooth tip wet. He began to pull and push, each time getting deeper and deeper. It was only when I started to choke that he knew he was going too far. I couldn't exactly use my hands to control how much went into my mouth, so it was up to him to decide how much was enough.

"How do you like my dark cock?" he asked, pulling it out of my mouth and slapping it against the side of my face.

"I love it," I replied, opening my mouth to accept it back.

I had only been sucking it for about a minute and I knew that I was already in love with the taste of it. Might even get addicted to it. My mouth was salivating as I dragged my tongue along the length, sloppily trying to get every spot wet. He moaned deeply and let his head fall back. He moved his hands behind my head and attempted to fuck my throat, but once again my lack of skills in this department let me down and I choked too quickly.

"You're gonna need to practice," he said with a smirk on his face.

I couldn't respond with a big dick in my mouth, but he knew my answer by how harder I sucked.

The blood was truly starting to sink into my head, so hopefully he didn't want to do this for another ten minutes. I was getting light headed and I didn't really want to die right now, not sucking a dick.

"Wow, you're hard." He noticed, looking up at my body and seeing my bulge sticking out. "Should I take care of that for you while you take care of daddy?"

I almost choked, again.

I didn't really have a choice, he was already tugging at my pants, unbuttoning, unzipping, and finally releasing my hard cock, which had been uncomfortably tight until now.

"Of course you have a pretty cock, just like the rest of you," he said.

Not sure how I was supposed to take that or how anything about me was pretty. Elijah had a way of diminishing any masculine side of me, leaving me with dust.

My mouth stopped working when Elijah's own mouth took me in. Actually, my entire being stopped working. Admittedly, I wasn't sure how I was even hard or how I had any blood left up there. His warm mouth moaned around my dick, his tongue twisting and licking hungrily. My own mouth began to function again, opening wide to cover as my much of his dick as I could and please him immensely, so that he'd never forget this moment.

It was quite torturous that I couldn't just fuck his mouth in this state. Barely could even wiggle, my body felt like jelly at this point. He was still able to satisfy me for a minute or two, and that was my limit, I couldn't hang anymore.

"Ready?" I asked him.

"Only if you are."

"I am."

He took my head in a tight grip and fucked my mouth while simultaneously blowing me like rent was due. He forced his heavy cock down my throat, never pushing past the limits he quickly got used to, and kept thrusting long and hard, until it throbbed and spurted hot all over my tongue. The moment made me even harder. Elijah noticed and used both of his hands to stroke my length, twisting and pulling while he sucked the very tip until I couldn't hold back and unleashed my orgasm all over his tongue in return. He was more than happy to take it all and swallow, but I on the other hand could barely even breathe, so a lot of it dripped down my mouth and up my face, landing on the floor with my saliva. I'd never felt more dirty in my life. It only made me realize how vanilla my moments with Chance truly were.

Elijah didn't bother to tuck himself back in, he ran to the wall to loosen the other end of the rope on the hook and slowly let me down. He ran back to me and grabbed me, pulling me aside and cutting off the rope choking my poor ankles. Then he fixed himself.

All of the blood rushed down my body and it was a weird sensation. I closed my eyes and just sat there, my dick out, my body numb and also aching at the same time.

Elijah startled me suddenly, his shadow blocking the moonlight and forcing my eyes open. He had a small towel(that was definitely going to be used to clean up blood) and used it to clean my face, and then our drained cocks. With a strong grip, he helped me stand up so I could shove my goods back in place and zip everything up.

It was awkwardly quiet without the sound of me choking filling the room. I didn't regret it and it didn't seem like he did either, so we must have been thinking the same thing.

I was going to join Lords.

The thought did not excite me one bit. Instead my body felt cold with fear. I was going to be in two gangs. They weren't friendly with each other, too. Ciaran even checked my neck for a tattoo and found nothing. He feared that I was a spy, and Lords feared that I was a spy—hence the kidnapping. Was I now considered an actual spy since I'd be in both? What would happen to me if they found out? They'd most likely slice me in half so both of them could have a piece of me. Everyone gets their happy little killing.

Fletcher returned twenty minutes after my steamy session with Elijah. We were sitting with our backs against the wall, close together that our bodies touched. If he'd taken any longer, we would have melted into one.

He brought with him, whom I had assumed was Claudia. She was apparently his wife, from what Elijah told me. Her hair was long, wavy, and full silver. Like Fletcher, she was older, but so beautiful and youthful in the face. She smiled as she approached us, carrying a heavy suitcase with her husband following and more of the angry men, probably still waiting to get a piece of my ass.

"Hello, boys," she greeted kindly. There was something motherly about her that made me feel warm and safe.

"Can you make it quick? I gotta get him home," Elijah said, standing up and pulling me with him.

"He's really your boyfriend, huh?" Fletcher wondered as he lit a cigarette in his mouth. "Didn't take you for being gay."

"I'm whatever the fuck I want to be."

"Mind your business," his wife told him.

Fletcher shrugged and took his cigarette outside.

"So I have no say on this tattoo?" I tried.

"No," Claudia answered as she tapped the stool in front of her. "I'll try to make it as little as possible if you want, but that's all I can do. And even then, it's not so little."

"Will my hair cover it fine?"

"Perfectly, hun."

As soon as I sat down, she pushed my head forward and told me to hold my hair away from my neck. She opened her suitcase and dug out all of the items she needed for this tattoo, clearing the torture table to set them down. She put on black gloves, used an alcohol wipe to clean the back of my neck, and then the show began.

It didn't last too long, since it was only a crown, but the pain was brutal. My pain tolerance was so low that I genuinely felt like I was going to die. But did I whine, complain or even say a word? Nope. I sat on that stool and took the pain without letting a single soul in that room know how I felt.

When Claudia finished, she gave me a few tips to take care of the tattoo, then left with everyone. I still had my head low, like I was ashamed. Technically I was just branded, so it didn't feel too good.

"What now?"

"I'll take you home," he said, like it was that simple. Everyone just seemed to forget I was a normal guy with no experience in any of this.

"I mean—"

"I know what you mean. Nothing is going to happen. I'm going to take you home, you're going to eat some nice food, watch movies with your friends, and go the fuck to sleep."

"Um—"

Elijah forced me up and I kind of wobbled stupidly for a second. Maybe all of the blood was still in my head.

"Look at me. Look at me." His brown eyes pierced my bubble and I had no choice but to let him in. "This was the only way to keep you alive. They don't care if you're my friend or not. At least this way, you're safe. You won't be a part of anything that we do, you'll just be on the side like all of the wives that were forced into it."

"Kinda . . . sexist."

"I know, but I can't change their traditions," he said, his face getting even closer to mine. "I thought that when the old man passed away and his son took over, he'd change these wack traditions, but so far he has kept all of them."

"So, I don't have to kill people or be in gun fights?"

He snorted at that. "No."

"Promise?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, I promise."

"Good."

"I do have to turn in all of the information I know, and of course that you exist, that way they never target you again."

"Yeah, wouldn't want to forget to tell them about your boyfriend."

"Hey . . ." He paused, raising a finger at me like I was a dog. "It was going to happen somehow."

"If you say so."

"Anyway, we should get going."

"Sure, let's go, babe."

"Let's go, boyfriend of mine that I care and love so fucking much oh my god someone rip my heart out because he's so fucking cute and beautiful and I think I might get on my knees and propose."

I stared at him in disbelief.

He raised his brows and walked out of the warehouse with a serious look on his face. I let him have the last word. I wasn't going to even try and one up him.

He dropped me off like he promised, even knew exactly where I lived without double-checking an address or asking me, like he had it memorized. When I was finally home, I went straight to bed and cried like a bitch. My emotions were feeling full and uncontainable. I was on a dangerous path and it appeared like I couldn't get away from it. I was unsure of what to do next. I was undeniably fucked.

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[Author's Message]: Hello again! So happy that you guys are still enjoying the story. Here's another uwu scene just for you. Let me know if you spotted any mistakes or if you think I should rewrite something that sounded off. But other than that, did you enjoy the chapter? I was having trouble writing it because he was upside down, and my vocabulary isn't actually that great, but I tried my best! GIVE ME YO OPINIONS >:( Want more scenes? comment! Let me know you're still interested! <3 thankyu, see u next chapter.