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Part 1 :)

It started long before the meeting.
On a cool and wet night on the Hell's Kitchen block.

The rouges were standing on their terf idly by, waiting for the rain to stop.
all soaked, all hidden under a convenient store over hang.

Young men standing  against a brick wall shoulder to shoulder, all slick with rain.
Soaked to the point of their features were protruding from their shirts.
The sweat from their bodies were washed in the natural shower that they had ran from.
Luther stood closest to the entrance of the store.
He looked to be the most drenched.
His pecks and soft toned muscles were protruding through his once light heather gray t shirt.
Brown hair stuck over his gray eyes that he didn't bother to swipe away.

He was bored.
And this rain wasn't helping.
Some of his men were complaining of the same boredom, and even some had left for the night.
It didn't really matter to Luther anyway. As much as he wanted everyone to stay out, what would there be to do? God shit fucking sucks.

He wanted to start something. Ruin someone's night. Trash someone's car, or just rob someone.
But who would be out this late at night? And on a pouring night like this?
For some reason, he was antsy this night.

It could be from a nicotine withdrawal, or it could be the fact he was idle for longer than a minute.
Shit if he knew, as if he was supposed to keep track of everything that could make him feel a curtain way.

Later, it was just the warlord on his terf.
The rain had slowed, and the night just seemed to get darker.
And as he himself was going to head home, he spotted a figure out in the close distance.

It was coming in hot, the figure was running in the rain. The sound of clacking heels against concrete signaling that this person was female.
Or some cross dressing tranny. He thought.

Finally she arrived. Huddling under the over hang
He gazed upon the broad.
She was like any other slut he usually would see on his block.
Skinny, average height.
Her hair was hung over her face and shoulders wildly.
Her clothes were stuck to her body giving him a good look at her goods.
All she wore was a (f/c) tank top and a flowy (f/c) to match; both of which were drenched.
She looked confused, and a bit flustered.

Could be lost, of all places she could of gotten lost, and out of all of the times in the day.
She seemed to just fall right into his lap.
He smirked, this made his night more interesting.

Luther stuck his hands in his pockets and felt the coolness of his stolen revolver in his pants. Maybe he could use it to speed things up, rile her up a bit.
Nah. She looks like a screamer.
God screamers we're fuckin annoying.
Crying for help when obviously there was nobody coming for them.
He was lost in his thoughts, slowly planning what to do with the girl. His gray eyes penetrating through her.
But little did he know, that he didn't need to do anything to pull her in closer.

He was knocked out of his thoughts by a voice.
A voice that was sweet, and curious.
His eyes adjusted from their stare. And looked up to the young woman in front of him.
She was still a good few feet away from him, but it was clear as day she was talking to him.

"Excuse me, sir?" She spoke.

"Do you think you can tell me where the train station is?" Her voice sounded shaken, and frightened.

"What? Never been around here before?" Luther retorted. Keeping a sly look on his face.
The young woman shook her head, and rose her arms to wrap them around herself.

"Believe it or not." She nervously laughed. "I'm not. I'm actually from queens."

"Queens huh? You're not too far off. But whatcha doin so far from home? There's a lot of bad guys out here ya know."
Luther patted his pocket slightly, and eyeing the girl.
"Oh I got lost walking home from a friends house. I've been walking for hours, I actually started before the rain started. But obviously I'm still looking for my way."
Luther laughed. Seems like this girl is as dumb as she looks. But at least she isn't too bad looking. Maybe he could cut her some slack.

"A young defenseless pretty girl like you would be eaten alive out here if the wrong people find you first...." Luther shuffled himself against the brick wall he was leaning on and walked up to the girl.
"Oh damn, where are my manners? Names Luther. What's your name, baby?"
Luther asked in a sleezy tone.
The woman looked at him and was stood a back.
First this guy tries to intimidate her then he wants to introduce himself?
What kind of asshole is this guy?
"(Y/n). And if you don't want to tell me where the train station is, I'll find it myself." She huffed, starting to leave, but then as soon as she started to step away, Luther immediately took a step in her direction.
"Woah woah woah there! Can't a guy get to know a girl he's tryin to help? It's only polite ya know."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. Already wanting to just walk away while she still had the chance.

"Well. Luther. Can you politely tell me where the station is?"

"Come on baby, don't you wanna stay here and get to know each other? It's not every day I get to see a gorgeous girl like you just walk around on my terf like this." He walked behind her and gently tucked her hair behind her ear.
She could feel the Shivers running up her spine.
God she's a sucker for complements. She blushed a bit when his words just tickled her ears the right way.
How can she turn just like that?
His words were so filled with charm that she barely understood what he meant by terf.
Being a up town girl, she didn't know anything about gang life.
She bit her lip, turned her head to meet with his gray eyes.
"Okay, then. If you wanna get to know me... why don't you call me? I'll give you my number only if you tell me where the station is."

"I'll do you one bettah. How'z about i escort ya? Make sure nobody messes with ya"

"It's a deal, Luther." She smiled as she Cocked her brow.

Soon they walked into the night and later made it to the station.
And as promised, (y/n) took out a pen from her purse, and wrote into the palm of Luther's hand.

Her phone number.
It was written boldly on his hand. And as soon as she wrote the last digit, she added a little heart to seal the deal.
"Until again, Luther." She winked cheekily.

Luther winked at her and walked off just as the subway took off.

Then as he headed his way out, he realized something.
He did all that for a girl he just met.
What was he going with that? There's no way he did that out of the kindness of his heart.
Not for just a girl.

Was he just horny?

Was it love?

Fuck.
He should of just went home with Cropsy.

Now he's gotta deal with these gooey feelings.