Hey! So yes, this is another story that I'm starting and I've been debating when I would post it and I finally decided that I would today. I actually came up with this idea a couple of weeks ago and my friend encouraged me to write it, so Thanks Marissa! :D Anyway, I hope you guys like it!

Rocque Woods, Minnesota was possibly the nastiest and most dangerous city in all of Minnesota. It wasn't the type of place that you would want to raise a family, especially if you wanted them to be successful. Most of the families that resigned here were dysfunctional and had been stuck in this city all their life. If you were born here, you would more than likely die here as well.

All of the families that lived in Rocque Woods were pretty much trapped here and there was a ninety-nine percent chance they would never leave. Most people had jobs that paid just enough to get by and some extra cash on the side. That's what many kids knew they would have to look forward to after they graduated high school, but there was always other jobs if you didn't wanna wake up early in the morning and slug to work. You could always work for him.

Who is the man I'm talking about? Well, he is Mike Diamond, one of the most feared people in all of Minnesota. Let's just say that if you thought that your life would be much better with one of jobs, you'd be very disappointed. Diamond owned about one fifth of Rocque Woods population, and yes, I do mean own. Once you accepted a job with Diamond, you pretty much had just sold your soul to him. You had to do whatever he told you, you'd give your life for him if you had to, and if you made a bet with him, you better damn well keep it if you want to continue breathing.

So what jobs did Mike Diamond have to offer? If you were to look out into the street at night you could see your options. The drug dealers that lurked in the alley ways, the prostitutes that walked the cement paved sidewalks or of one of the many gangsters that you could find chilling at any street sign. All of them belonged to Mike. You may be wondering why anyone would ever want to work as any of those. Well, the answer is simple; the pay and the protection.

The pay was three times as much as you would make at any day job and the promise of Mike's protection was priceless. He'd make sure you were safe, no one would dare harm one of his workers, but if you betrayed him you were dead.

Logan closed the door behind him as he entered the meeting building. Mike had called every high ranking member of the gang, which could have only meant one thing. They were going on a search and destroy.

As the brunette took a seat in his assigned chair he realized that he had been the last to arrive.

"My apologies sir, I didn't mean to arrive so late", Logan said as everyone eyed him.

"Just don't let it happen again, Mitchell", Mike said before turning his attention back to the table of his alliances,"We have serious business that need to be taken care of right away, that's why I called the six of you."

Logan then took a moment to see who was sitting at the table with him, even though he had a fairly good idea of who they were. Carlos Garcia, Jett Stetson, Frankie Sanders, Tad Bitters and of course James Diamond. Logan mentally approved of the selection, cause they were truly the best of the best. If you needed anything done, they were the guys Mike would call. James definitely wasn't there just because he was Mike's son, he deserved and earned every right to be sitting among the rest of them.

James, Carlos and Logan were all fairly young, they were only twenty two. The three of them had grown up with each other and even as kids they were inseparable. They always got in trouble when they were with one another, which could have been another reason they all decided on being in the same gang together.

Tad and Jett were twenty seven, they were cousins and when they found out about the benefits Mike Diamond had to offer they couldn't turn him down. Frankie was the oldest out of the six men that had been called in, he was twenty nine and decided to join the clan five years ago. He joined after his wife and four year daughter had been killed in a hit and run. A few weeks after he joined he had found the man that was responsible for the death of his family and had his personal revenge.

"What ever it is Mr. Diamond, we can handle it", Carlos said, honored that he had been called in.

"Good...", Mike grinned,"I need you boys to eliminate someone. A man came to me today, he gave me all the info on the target. Name, appearance and his address, so you won't have to track him down. Also, he is paying a lot of money to have this job done, so if you do it now it's easy money in your pockets."

The six boys smiled at how simple the task had been made for them. The faster it got done, the faster they got paid. Mike smirked when he saw the eager look in the mens eyes. He handed each of them a copy of the address and stood up.

"Wait, boss!", Stetson said before Mike left,"Is the any special way we have to do this? Did he make any request?"

"Nope, just get rid of him boys," and with that all six of them left the room, not needing to sat another word to eachother.

*Five Hours Later*

"Tad! Jett! I could use a little assistance over here!", Frankie called as he rolled the freshly killed corpse up into some sheets.

The two ran over to Frankie, helping his with the body as Carlos, James and Logan cleaned up any evidence that would lead the cops to suspect it was them.

After the six of them finished cleaning up the murder scene and loading the body into the trunk they drove off. They headed north so that they'd end up in the mountains. Once they agreed on a deserted part of the mountains they got out and started digging. It took about an hour and a half for the five of them to dig the eight foot grave. Carlos had been put on look out of any approaching cars. The gangsters quickly unloaded the body, lowering in into the soil and burying it. After they were done with their work they piled into the car, ready to race back to Rocque Woods and claim their earnings.

"Do any of you even know how much we're getting paid?", Frankie asked as they started to near the entrance of the city.

"No clue... ask James, he is Mike's son", Tad said.

"I think he said thirty-five to fourty grand."

"Dam! That's at least five thousand for each of us, man! Whoever the fuck we just butchered must have really fucked this dude over!", Jett exclaimed.

"I say we put the money to good use after we get paid tonight!"

"Guys, calm down!", Logan laughed as he continued driving," We can celebrate later!"

*Thirty Minutes Later*

"What the fuck do you mean you don't have the fucking money!", Mike screamed as the six men entered the building.

"I-I didn't think you would do it right away...I-I don't have the money yet", another voice said.

As Logan, Carlos, Tad, Jett and Frankie entered the room they saw Mike holding a young blonde male by the throat. His hands were latched onto the guys windpipe, ready to crush it. Before he had a chance to though, James spoke up.

"Dad... what's wrong? What did this guy do?", Mike turned, letting go of the dirty blonde guys neck, facing his son and other gangsters.

"Son, did you guys take care of the assignment I gave you?"

"Yeah...", James said, unsure if it was the answer his father was looking for.

"Okay... now get out. I have business that needs to be taken care of."

"But, Dad, what's going-..."

"GET OUT!", Mike yelles and everyone rushed out of the room, leaving him with the scared teen.

"So Dak... how the fuck do you expect to pay me? Cause if I don't get my money today, or if we don't work out a way for you to get me my money, you won't be leaving here alive."

"I-I only have thirty thousand with me right now...I-I don't have anymore money", Dak said trembling.

"Well how are you going to pay me my other ten thousand!"

"I d-don't know..."

"Fine... a life for a life", Mike chuckled as he reached for his knife, but before he could grab it Dak called out.

"Wait! I know how to! I know how I can pay you back!"

"I'm listening...", Mike said, intrigued to hear the young man's offer.

"I can give you my b-boyfriend! You can use him to work off the money I owe you, he can work it off by selling his body to you."

"You want me to spare you, but take your boyfriend? Make him one of my prostitutes and whore him out to Minnesota? Why the fuck would I take him instead of you?", Mike asked.

"W-well... he's better looking than me, he's gorgeous and he would make you much more money than I ever could", Dak said, hopeful that he'd accept his offer.

"Hmmm...well..."

"Look! I have a picture of him! I can show you him to prove it!", Dak said as he quickly pulled out his phone and handed the picture to Mike.

He smirked when he saw the picture of the boy. He was tall and slender. He had blonde hair the swept to one side of his face. His eyebrows were dark and thick and his facial structure was absolutely amazing. Pale skin, pink soft lips and some of the most beautiful green eyes anyone had ever seen.

"Oh my god...", Mike said as he looked at the picture,"How old is he?"

"He is seventeen...", Dak stated, focused on selling his lover to get out of his debt.

"It's a deal", Mike mumbled as he thought of the money that the teen could make him," What is his name?"

"Kendall... Kendall Knight", Dak said as a smile crept across his face.

He had just gotten out of a deal that could have ended him, but just put Kendall into a deal that would trap and ruin him forever.