Title: Betrayed

Rating: M

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Billy Darley. Bobby Mercer x Jack Mercer.

Crossover: Criminal minds, Death sentence, Four brothers.

Warning: Slash (maleXmale), graphic sex, possible reference to abuse, violence, language,

Summary: After Billy is betrayed, he's saved by Spencer who takes him home. Bobby and Jack don't trust Billy, but Spencer wants to help him find out what happened. But who would betray the most dangerous gang lord in the city?

Chapter One

Fuck. How the hell had he screwed up so bad? He should have known the deal was dodgy as fuck. Hell, he'd been doing this shit long enough.

He should have known.

He sucked in a deep sharp breath; the pain in his side was starting to hurt more, or was it dulling down? It was hard to tell. He couldn't remember the last time he had been stupid enough to get stabbed, though it was a while ago. . .probably not since he became leader of the gang. No one dare get near him, until a few hours ago that is.

He let his head fall back against the brick wall. He was down some dead-end alleyway, slumped on the floor.

He'd been left there to die.

And as the rain started to get heavier and hit his face, he thought about how easy it would be to do just that. But that wasn't like him. He never gave up that easy. He always gave as good as he got, and he had. . .but he'd been beaten. No, he had been betrayed. That was the only way someone could have gotten to him. He was more than enough to take down the guys he had been there to meet –to take their apology for trying to take over his turf, and to punish their leader- but something had happened. . .something he would never have thought of but. . .he couldn't remember.

"Shit." He groaned out, trying to move away from the wall. What the hell, why couldn't he remember what had happened? Everything was a blur-oh. His head hurt. Maybe he had a concussion or some shit.

He could feel the rain dripping down his face, but the metallic taste in his mouth meant it was mixing with blood. So his face was bleeding too. He'd been injured pretty badly. Fucking great. He was going to die in this shitty little alley without knowing who had hurt him. . .and more importantly, he wasn't going to be able to get them back for it. Who the hell was going to take over?

He knew he wouldn't get to live to be an old man, not with what he did for a living, but he hadn't thought he'd die at twenty-nine. What kind of life was that? Hell, what kind of live had he had?

"Ugh," He groaned as a pain shot through his chest. He really was going to die.

"Hey, erm, are you okay?"

What the-? He lifted his head up to look at the guy standing in front of him. Did he fucking look alright? Was what he wanted to say but he couldn't get the words out, so he just looked the guy over –despite the pain that protested him moving his head.

It was just a kid. He was tall with longish brown hair that was dripping wet, the rain falling from it and dropping onto his face with how he was standing over him.

"Do you need help?"

'You could say that, yeah.', He thought but again, the words refused to come out. And his eyes felt heavy and the pain in his side sharpened and. . .and he couldn't keep them open. . .and. . .and. . . and everything went black.

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