Summary: AU. Sian is a wealthy girl who, by mistake, is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sophie is reluctantly involved with gang crime. Drugs, thieving, the lot. When she notices Sian standing out in the open, her gang sees it as a perfect opportunity to attack...but what does Sophie do, being that she's fallen for her in an instant? Siophie, Sophie/Sian. Sophie's POV.


A/N: this is my first original idea which is multi-chaptered on ! I'm pretty proud of myself for actually doing something other then one-shots and collections of one-shots! (and getting off my arse to do so...) I hope you all enjoy it!

And, I get that the fandom for Sophie and Sian is nowhere near as popular as it used to be when they were together on the show, but I want to keep the spirit of the couple alive, and write loads of AU fics on them! Because in an AU, you can do whatever you like with the characters. You can change their ages, personality and the events that happen in their lives to exactly how you want it to be. AU's are pretty fun! I really hope you enjoy this story, because it's going to be a whirlwind of excitement!


The Gangester and the Mistress

Chapter One


I'm Sophie Webster, and I'm a gangster.

Well, you could call me a gangster. I walk around the streets smoking, wearing trashy clothing such as tracksuits and snapbacks and loads of piercings. From a distance, anyone would know not to get involved with me. I never looked...like someone you would want to get involved with.

And believe me. You don't want to go near me, or the gang that I'm part of.

I'm only sixteen, but I'm fully involved with quite a big gang. We thieve, do drugs, drink alcohol, smoke dope, stab, murder. Just to get money and to put an intimidating image about ourselves, attempting to make everyone fear us. I've even stabbed one or two people, but never more extreme then the leg or arm.

I've never killed anyone, though. Ever.

Overall, throwing my life away is not anything I'm proud of. I hate doing this at times. I regret it completely. I regret it all.

But I don't stop.

On weekends, while other people my age are partying, hanging around with their mates and relaxing, I'm running around the streets in the darkness, doing what I can to get money from others. Innocent people who don't deserve the shit I put them through.

But I do it. I do it anyway.

And it's nothing I'm proud of.

It's really not.


I quickly ran through the darkened alleyway, tagging along behind fourteen others. Quicky, but silently, I pulled out my cheap brick of a Nokia phone to take a glance at the time.

11:30 PM.

A year ago, my mum would have said that I was awake way past my bed-time. But that was a year ago. A lot had changed in a year, for me. I never had a set time to go to bed anymore. I never even slept for that matter. I just...did what I had to do, all day, every day, but mostly during the night.

"Webster, put your phone away and hurry up!"

I glanced up at the end of the alley, noticing one of the gang members, Chris, waving me over while holding a small grin on his face. Chris was a moderately tall guy, and was in his early twenties. Immediately after I'd joint the gang, he'd taking a liking to me. He said I reminded him of his deceased sister.

Chris was an alright guy and everything, but there was...something about him that I was never aware of. A secret, perhaps? He never told me, but he had always given me the impression that he was hiding something quite important.

"Ryan'll go proper mad, he will!" He continued, sounding more panicked then before. Ryan. Ryan Connor. He was the guy running the show. The leader of the gang, if you would prefer.

Without saying a word, I nodded my head and sped towards Chris. Once I had reached him, he put a strong but possessive arm around my waist, pulling me close to his chest. We weren't going out or anything, no way were we doing that. We were simply close mates. That was all.

After all, I'm gay.

So, even if he fancies me, I don't fancy him.

"You alright?" He questioned as we slowly walked into a turning, which lead into another alley, "You seem...off."

"Nah," I replied, giving a gentle smile, "I'm alright. Just knackered, that'd all." I was being only half honest with him.

"Eh, it's expected, ain't it? Ryan gets us going round, doin' his dirty work even late at night. But hey, we get the money easily, so I'm cool with it." He was being really laid back. In fact, he was so calm that I considered for a moment that he may of been high on drugs. Though with Chris, I could never tell.

"True..." I mumbled.

We continued to walk, his arm still firmly around my waist, all while falling silent. Nothing was exchanged. No words. Nothing. I could hear the rumbling of distant cars on the road, and some un-clear conversations between pedestrians.

As we came closer to the rest of the gang, who could now be seen hiding out beside a couple of rubbish bins, Ryan's girlfriend Katy beckoned me over with a delicate hand, beaming like a Cheshire cat. Her smile was quite eerie, and somewhat fake, but I chose to ignore it.

Once we got to where everyone else was, Katy patted me on the shoulder as she lit a cigarette. She took a drag of it, and then shoved it in Chris' hand. Chris frowned at this.

"So," She began, smirking at Chris' reaction, "What've you got for us, Webster? Me and Ryan?"

Ryan chuckled darkly from beside her, taking one last swig of his beer before he dropped it onto the floor, causing it to smash. He walked over to us, kissing Katy on her collarbone, where a tattoo of a thin dragon was shown out of her low clothing, "You act like you're basically running this show with those words. But we all know who it is..."

"Oh, I know it's you, babe," Katy giggled, "I'm only teasing."

"So Webster," Ryan turned to me, greedily holding out an open palm practically in my face, "What you got? Or," His smile dropped instantly, "Do ya not have anything?"

"I got this purse. Got it from a school boy once I held up the knife at him. But it's got nothing in it." I replied, distantly. I had felt more guilty for my actions earlier then not getting Ryan what he wanted; money. Knowing my luck, I'd probably traumatized that kid for weeks now. And he looked no older then eleven, either.

The age my life started going downhill. When my mum had died.

"That it?" He questioned, tracing me out of my thoughts.

"Um, yeah."

"Least you got something," He mumbled, more to himself then to me, "But ya still did shit. Listen here, Soph. If you don't start actually partaking in this stuff, then...well..." He paused, and the others laughed as he started to grin evilly, "Then we're gonna hafta take care of ya, aren't we? Make sure you don't go runnin' to no police, huh? Seeing as that you're being proven worthless at the moment."

My eyes widened in horror, that being my only response to Ryan. I gulped loudly as I felt my hands become clammy with sweat. Take care of me? Oh, God. Whenever Ryan would say that about someone, we would soon hear about a sudden...disappearance of that same person in the local newspaper.

And that person would never be found.

I couldn't care less that Ryan had called me 'worthless' and how the other gang members (excluding Chris) were laughing at me. I really couldn't care less. They always did this with me. They always blackmailed me into doing their work so I wouldn't get disposed of in an...unsanitary way.

But that's how my gang worked. I'd known them long enough to be aware. They were nasty. They played dirty. And I couldn't get away. I could never get away. Not after what had happend which got me mixed up in this shit in the first place.

I couldn't. It wasn't as simple as people thought.

"R-Right..." I eventually squeaked out, in barely a whisper.

Ryan leant down to my eye-level, holding his cocky smirk as he got dangerously close to my face. A mix of alcohol, smoke and drugs reeked off him. I could see his black, greasy hair falling into his pupil-less eyes. Why did Katy even fancy him? He was disgusting. I hated him. But he was my gang leader, as much as I hated him. And the more he looked at me, the more I knew I couldn't get away. From him, and from this gang life.

"Good," He mumbled, "So get out there tommorrow and try and find summat. People this time of night are clever, ya see. They know people like us are hanging around in the dark, waiting to go after em'. So they go home at like ten, don' they? They're clever, they are."

"What do you mean?" Chris questioned.

"Jesus, could you shut the fuck up,?! I ain't finished with Webster!" Ryan demanded loudly, glaring at Chris, who winced and stepped back a few feet, "OK. I'm basically saying that you gotta wait for tommorrow evening, just a bit earlier then now, though. We'll get some pretty filthy rich people tryin' to get home at like nine. Then you threaten em', Webster. It's pretty easy. Lure em' in if you see someone walkin' around with a Gucci bag or Jimmy Choo shoes or some shit like that which makes em' look rich. Ya clear, Webster?"

I nodded my head quickly without thinking, "Yeah, yeah. I'm clear, Ry. I'm clear."

"Good," He continued to grin, now satisfied with his result. Katy and the others copied his smile. Creepy and uneasy. That's what their smile was like, rather then genuine and happy, "Now scram, Webster. Meet us here. Tommorrow. At eight. We'll start then."

Not replying to him, I quickly ran past them out of the alleyway, not looking behind as I heard an eruption of laughter.


"Sophie, where the fuck have you been?!"

I sighed to myself as I shut my front door behind me, my sister Rosie standing opposite me with an expression both of worry and anger. She was propped up against the banister connected to the stairs, wearing nothing but her silken dressing gown, which showed slightly more of her then I think she had intended.

"Um...I...um..." I trailed off nervously. Rosie didn't know I was involved with a gang. She didn't know half of what I had witnessed in the past year.

She didn't know a thing.

"Well?" She demanded.

I shrugged, not knowing what to say. Rosie shook her head at me, and almost instantly she whipped me up in a tight, passionate embrace. She played with my dark hair and kissed my forehead gently, obviously not wanting to let me go. I loved her hugs. I could feel her breasts pushed up against mine. When she found out I was gay, she didn't hug me for a while. Recently, though, she'd started to do it again. And hugs were a fantastic medicine for me, especially what with everything I was going through.

Rosie was also my legal guardian. Once mum had died, the secret about my dad's affair had got out during the funeral service. He wanted nothing to do with me, or Rosie, and chose a life in Spain with Molly and my half-brother Jack. He practically disowned us both. I was only eleven and Rosie was sixteen when it happend.

When our lives, especially mine, took a turn for the worst.

"Sophie," Rosie lightly pushed me off her, trying to keep a smile on her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks, "You're the only family I have left. Mum's dead and dad's gone off to Spain with...them two. You're all I have...I...I don't want to loose you, babe. Honestly, I don't. So...please...don't go off like that again...this late at night. Please don't..."

"OK, Rosie. I won't." Yeah, as if. If I never turned up to where the gang was, they'd kill me. Literally. I only said that to reassure Rosie. To make her think things were going to be alright, though they weren't. Things were far from alright. At least she had dropped the question of where I was. For now, anyway.

"You mean it?" She pleaded.

"Course' I do."

"Really?"

"Yes, Rosie." I rolled my eyes.

"Yay!" She jumped up and down excitedly, "Now c'mon, let's get you to bed."

"Alright."

Rosie walked me up the stairs, grabbing hold of my arm. She lead me into my fully lit bedroom. My pyjamas, a vest top and shorts, were laid out on the covers, along with a teddy bear I normally slept with. She treated me like a child...

"Cheers." I thanked her.

"No problem, hon," She kissed my forehead once more, "But get some sleep. It's almost one in the morning. You've got school tommorrow, haven't you?"

"Oh...do I have to go in?" I was still worried about Ryan. He, Katy, Chris, and the others didn't go to my school, Weatherfield High. I didn't know where they went. I didn't even know if they still attended school.

I hardly knew anything about who they were, even though I had known them for at least a year. I honestly didn't know much at all.

"Yeah, Soph. You got your GCSE's coming up soon."

"They're in two months, Rosie. It's like March now."

"Don't matter. You need to prepare in advance."

"Hmm...yeah..." I couldn't care less about my GCSE's. I was failing almost everything at school as it was, so there was really no point of me even caring. My mum always used to say I was gifted with intelligence. I believed her when I was younger. That's how gullible I was. I wasn't intelligent. I was far from it.

That's one of the reasons why I'm in a gang. Because of my lack of intelligence. And because of how gullible I was.

"Good, now get some sleep, babe," Rosie playfully tussled my hair, like she did when we were kids, "See how you feel tommorrow. If you feel sick, I'll call into the school. But I seriously think you should go in. I hardly attended school when I was sixteen, and from the grades I received after my exams, I completely regretted it all. I still do. That's why I flip burgers in McDonald's instead of having my dream job of being a model in New York or London. I don't want the same thing to happen to you, Soph."

"OK, OK," I laughed, "Thanks, sis. I love you."

"I love you too. Now go get some sleep, alright?"

"Alright." I nodded, though I knew I wasn't going to be getting much sleep at all that evening.

I knew that for certain.


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