"IS THAT ALL, Highmore?" Victor asked as his face was covered by the tinted windows of his black vehicle.

"Yeah, mate." I handed him the money and stepped back as the car drove off into the distance; the street lights clouding his car with their brightness.

I carried the large crate in my hands and worked my way to the abandoned warehouse LFOUR stayed in for meetings and such. Max opened the door for me, then slammed it shut once we were both inside.

"Think those pricks will mess with us after this?" Jack asked, letting a cigarette sink into his mouth. I opened the crate with a pocketknife, the inside of the wooden box revealing guns, bullets, and other weapons.

"Trust me, Jack," I said with a laugh. "they won't fuck with us after we blow their fucking brains out." I whipped out a loaded gun from my jeans and aimed at the wall, smirking at Jack's scared expression.

"You got the weed, Luke?" Ashton asked once they walked in. Luke, being the cynical asshole that he is, pulled out the ounce of weed as we all gathered around and organized the large amount of drugs; planning out routes as to where we can make our deals and collect our money.

Let me put it to you like this: If you want weed, you'll have it at your doorstep by midnight. Cocaine? You'll get it the next day. If you want sex, give me twenty bucks and all your sexual fantasies will come true.

If you're needing to put a hit on someone, we're the people you come to. We'll make sure that person gets what he deserves.

That's how this game works. If you're not loyal to me, then you might as well be dead.

..

"Highmore thinks he's got it all worked out," Dameon, the secondary leader of The Devil's Convicts said as he circled his way around his crew; a maniacal grin planted on his thin lips. He laughed, then stopped in front of his best killing machine---Evan Harris.

"Tell me, Evan," he planted his large hand on the still being, "How are we going to kill Highmore and his group of faggets, hm?"

"We are going to beat him until he's dead, sir!"

"And what are we going to do after that, Evan?" Daemon's grip tightened onto his neck; causing Evan to cower slightly in his still position.

"We are going to take back what's ours, sir!"

"And what exactly did they take from us?!"

"England, sir!"

He let go of Evan and nodded; pleased with his servant's answers. He tightened his leather jacket closer to his body as he climbed up on a rickety wooden table.

"Listen to me, you sons of bitches," he shouts, his ice-blue eyes scanning at his henchmen. "We are going to take back England, and I don't give a damn if we all go to prison for it, I want Highmore to pay for the shit he's caused us. I want him to die!

"Now all we need is to hurt what he loves the most. We already tried his family, and that didn't work."

Thomas, the last of the Convict members, stepped upward and looked up at his leader; his lip quivering. He didn't talk much, they called him the Silent Killer.

"H.. Highmore is hanging about with that American girl," he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

Daemon cocked his head to the side, biting his lower lip as a smirk curved upward.

"I've seen 'er," he mumbled, "tell me about her, Tommy."

"She's from New York and is quite rebellious," he looks down timidly. "She's everything Highmore wants. I hear he's in love with that bird, and apparently, they shagged already."

"He's shagged her, hm?" his head saunters back as he laughs. He jumps off the noisy table and wraps an arm around the messenger; giving the other henchmen a grin.

"Boys," his smirk grows even bigger, the sound of a switchblade opening as he waves it in front of his crew. "I think I found a way to break Highmore into giving England back to us."

"What are we going to do?" Gray asked.

"We are going to make sure Amelia Parker never lives to see another day."

..

Amelia parked her vehicle out in front of her dormitory, a hard day at school tiring her womanly physique.

She opens the car from the driver's side, her satchel wrapped around her shoulder. She looks up to see an obscure being standing in front of her. She gasps, but is silenced by a hard blow to the head.

The shadow pins her to to the car, pulling down her skirt and panties as they penetrate into her harshly from behind.

"Stop it!" she cries, the adrenaline of fear rocketing into her bloodstream. "Stop it! Freddie help! FREDDIE!"

Another blow to the head. The man fists his hand into her hair; then pulls her head back as he smacks it against the car's window.

"Nobody's going to save ye, sweetheart," he cackles, "you're mine, now."

He hit her once again, causing Amelia to become dizzy as she fades in and out from the situation. Before she knew it, her vision blackens into an unconscious state.

And, the man continued to penetrate into her until he climaxed. A sick being he was.

It's too bad the all-great and powerful leader of LFOUR couldn't save his lover. He was out with a bird, shagging her as she had requested him to do. He shagged her good, and he got his moneys worth.

Once the unconscious rape was through, the man lifted Amelia over his shoulders and put her into the back of the white van; slamming the door shut as he made his way to the driver's seat---making his way back to the brick building where his hawk of a boss waited.

It looks like Dameon's fatal desire was going to come true.

...