"Let me go before you regret it." I spit at my attackers face. I was really in no mood for a fight, all I wanted was to buy some cinnamon to make cinnamon buns because I was craving them. But now these guys just ruined my mood for baking.

It was really late at night, that time where all those bad boys come out, the time where the streets fill with gangs and drug dealers. And certainly not the perfect time for me to go shopping.

The meaty guy laughs and his men laugh a long with him making snide remarks. He pulls at my hair and shoves me against the wall in an empty alley way,

"Regret it? You're so cute acting all tough like that. Whats a cute little lamb doing out in the dark all alone? And with clothes like that, are you perhaps asking for it" he smirks then starts to feel me up

I bite my bottom lip hard feeling very disgusted, "Let me go you shithead!" I say

Two of his men hold my arms refraining me, and then they join their boss. Their hands crawl under my pink vest feeling my skin,

"Man, his skin is soft just like a woman." Says one

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind fucking him." Says the other

I ball my hands and use their distraction as an opportunity to kick the boss balls. Immediately his legs clamp and he falls to his knees crying. I pant and lick my lips then swallow; when I taste copper I realize I bit my lips too hard they bled. So I turn my head to the side and spit some of the blood out.

"The fuck did you do you slut?" says the guy on my right when he realized what happened. He's about to connect his fist with my face but I move head away in the last second. The guy cries out loud when he hits the wall instead and let's goes of my hand in the process.

The guy on my left opens his mouth about to spout some nonsense insults when another loud voice rings.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Every one turns around to see the one and only boss of the underground, Marshall Lee. He stands tall dressed in black leather jacket and black skinny jeans, his jet black locks curl at the nape of his neck and his red sharp eyes glow in the night. Around 10 or so of his men stand behind glaring down on us.

The gang, that was standing tall just a minute ago, cowers in fear and back away hiding behind their boss's back. Their leader stands up on his legs as if I just didn't kick him, he brushes off dust from his pants and says, "Nothing that needs your concern. We were just teaching this brat here a lesson or two about walking alone at night." He scoffs

Marshall glares at him seeing behind his lies, and then he shifts his eyes towards me and crocks his finger asking me to come. I sigh and walk to him hearing a guy chuckle behind me. When I reach Marshall, he runs his hand through my pink hair pushing my curls back. His hand reaches the back of my neck and rests there. I look back at the men with a cold expression, they were all wearing a shocked faces not believing what they're seeing.

"He..h-he…" stutters their leader.

Marshall bends his head licks my neck up to my ear all the while glaring at them.

"Oh, don't tell me you didn't know?" he says

"But…but sir! There's no way! He's-he's…" complains their leader shaking his head in fear

"No way what? Did you not know", continues Marshall his finger playing at the collar of my vest then slowly pulling it down until half of my back is visible and the tattoo painting my entire back is in view, "that he's a member of my clan."

By now the boss had fallen back on his knees, "We didn't do anything! I swear we didn't!" he cries

"Oh really?" says Marshall coolly, he turns to me and gently kisses my lips, "Did they do something to you Gummy?"

I pull my vest back on properly and dust of shoulder, "Nothing really, they just coped a feel." I say stoically

"Oh. Coped a feel. I see." Marshall leaves me and slowly makes his way towards the gang, "Any places in specific?" he says his voice low

I stretch my arms and walk to my discarded pink messenger bag, "Oh you know the usual, my dick, my butt, my chest, etc etc."

I hear Marshall's knuckles crack as the distance between him and the gang decrease, "Boys?" he says

"Sir!" his men answer stretching their limbs ready for a fight

"Let's play."

With that code, Marshall Lee and his men attack the now helpless gangsters. I sit down on a barrel a little far from the action and pull out a book to read. After finishing a chapter I close my book and set it back in my bag, then I stand up and say,

"Enough Marshall, I want to go home. I'm tired."

Marshall kicks at one of bloodied bodies and replies, "Alright."

"Boss, what do you want us to do?" asks one of his men

"Don't care." Replies Marshall and puts his arm around my shoulder.

On our walk back to our lair Marshall says, "Are you sure you're ok? Did they do anything else to ya?"

"I'm fine, really." I say leaning towards him, "But you have to do a thorough body check when we get home."

He squeezes my shoulder and grins, "Oh don't worry that's what I plan to do."