Back with another fic I see? I was inspired by all the "Gangster fics" on here. And I do have a gang themed story but it's just a smut one-shot. Now it's my turn to introduce my gang related fic. It's Cargan and there will be Kames later on so hang in there Kames-babies, Hope you like R&R? thanks a heap.


It's funny how life doesn't turn out the way you expect. How you may have things planned out but they always change when you least expect it. Today I could walk and feign happiness but tomorrow I could get shot and die on the pavement. Life is sort of a bitch it does what it wants when you have no control. You have a promotion tomorrow bam! You end up in the streets the next day. But when you do have control it's the best thing ever. You can decide what and when something is going to happen. And having control of someone else's life…Why be an angel when you could play god?.

Flashback a couple of years back.

Yesterday on the corner I was speaking with my bro. Both laughing and talking about how far we'd both go. Now I am standing across from our house watching the police look for clues. Why brother, why brother what did you do?. It was such a simple fight over a few dollars it could have ended with timeout just like when we were smaller. I never thought for a twenty they'd take your life but seeing your body impaled with a knife, and seeing your blood makes it alright? I made you a promise because we were tight. So sleep now bro have a good night, because starting tomorrow I'll finish your fight…

Seeing a loved one being wheeled away on a bloody gurney is never a sight. I guess you could have taken a last family picture before they put you in the ambulance. Mami cries because she knew about your vida but she didn't do much to stop you except for telling you to stop. I guess by the look on the face of papi he's not so surprised. I mean he told you too, but he didn't do much either. I could have stopped you but I was too small. Besides you said if I ever even thought of becoming or even being near a gangster you would have my head. You were one crazy vato you know that? Protected your barrio but most importantly your familia.

I promised you I would win your battle and that's what I'll do. You may have kept your teachings a secret, but I always found ways to learn. You were a great leader the best and now it's my turn. Love the gang life was your motto. No love just war. Love the war. Love is too distracting it just slows you down from becoming the best. And I want to be the best just like you brother. Make you a notorious gangster is what I'll do, the Garcia name will be feared every where because of you. Praised and respected. Just give this cholo the strength to destroy all distraction. To become none other than a Fatal attraction…

Present day.

High school the ten words that made stomachs churn and palms sweat. School was a place where it was supposed to be like the movies right? Nothing but clichés like: the jocks and the cheerleaders or the drama kids and the A.V nerds. But sadly this is not your average school. This is a hardcore school. It swarms with criminals some already and others in the making. A bi racial school rather than what he's used to which was simply white preppy kids in school uniforms, with high education and a very low ratio of getting shanked in the hall ways.

But that was then and this is now, unfortunately. His parents have been relocated from their affluent home in Bel Air California to lower class South Central LA. Why? You may ask. His father is a very wealthy and quite successful surgeon but there has been accusations about a recent death that occurred and until things have been sorted out, they've pretty much lost everything for the time being. His mother who's never worked a day in her life has to get a job and even he has to pitch in.

The courtyard of the school is filled to the brim with teenagers. This is not what he's used to and he's sort of freaking out. Large crowds are not his forte especially when the crowed consists of rough menacing kids. Poor boy is getting shoved and bumped into, glared at and confronted. Finally managing to get out without a bullet in his head he reaches the front doors of the tarnished school. Surprise, surprise metal detectors and large bulky security officers.

" Put your things in here and step under the scanner," he instructs, Logan does as he's told, taking his back pack off and putting it into the tray followed by cell phone, car keys and wallet. The men eye him for a second all his things are rather nice like that leather wallet, or the iPhone and the keys which hold a Range Rover logo on them. He passes by easily totally oblivious to the shocked expressions at his lack of weapons and or drugs.

He hoped his anxiety would fade away when he stepped into advanced English class but nope it only worsened. He walks in awkwardly trying to focus on his task but every eye burns into his body. After what seemed like millennia he finally reaches the teacher. A woman with a stern expression stands at her desk looking at the nervous boy. He gives her a note with a shaky hand and casts his eyes down to the ground.

" Logan Mitchell, I was advised about you welcome, you may take a seat and copy what's on the board," she waves him off. Said boy turns around slowly, breath hitching at the intense stares that have not ceased yet. He clutches his bag strap tightly and begins to walk forward. If his anxiety wasn't up it definitely is now. Hateful and pleased looks are sent his way. The class is filled with at least twenty students.

Some Asian others black mostly Hispanics and yeah he's definitely the only white person in there. No wonder he's getting nasty looks. What do they think he is racist? Most certainly not. He believes in world peace and acceptance of everyone and everything. He passes a few desks with following eyes and some one even barks at him. His eyes widen when he sees the small group of boys in the corner, rolling a cigarette under the desks. A girl is carving something into her desk with a small blade and others are slacking off.

Spotting an empty desk in the middle of the classroom. He takes his seat letting out a huge breath that he had been holding in. The silence remains and the stares slowly start to disappear. The teacher instructs everyone to copy the board which is filled with words top to bottom. There is no way you could copy all that in the whole period's time. Raising his hand slowly with a small simple request he waits for the teacher to call on him.

" Yes?,".

" That's a lot of writing, do you think I could maybe get it in a book?… he says timidly, what he did not except was when the whole classroom burst out laughing as if it were some kind of funny joke. He watches the looks of disbelief and sheer joy. Was it a joke because if it was he certainly did not get it.

" I would if we had books," says the teacher crossing her arms and staring straight at the boy.

" Why don't you have books?," he asks again, obviously still not in the loop of laughter. She's about to answer but the door slams open with two loud laughs and chattering. All eyes turn to the source of the noise. That's when he saw him. The gorgeous Carmel colored boy. Smile so radiant, expression so happy. His tanned arms covered with tattoos. Hair jet black and styled in a short faux hawk. Body from what he could see was fairly muscled and broad. He was short maybe a few centimeters taller than Logan. He was definitely Latino.

Clad in loose dark jeans, the end of his belt fell to the side hanging. His upper half had a tight black v-neck that outlined his abs, Pecs and arm muscles. On his feet he had a pair of worn converse. He seemed like a normal boy, sure he has the whole I don't pay attention in class feel about him but he seems like a nice guy right? Wrong. Oh Logan you were so wrong. This boy is anything but a "Good Boy" he was a "Bad Boy" you're the good boy. He's the one you're going to want to avoid.

The guy he walked in with his "Homie" I am assuming? Was a blonde guy, for the most part Logan was relieved that now he wasn't the only white one in there. The guy was handsome too. Tall, lean figure. His hair was long from the front and it covered most of his really dark eyebrows. His eyes were green and he had this dark feel to him. He was wearing a red shirt with a black leather jacket, skinny jeans and old combat boots. Both boys were undeniably handsome. And they definitely emphasized the "Bad Boy" look.

" Carlos, Kendall glad you could join us," she greets sarcastically and in a tone that let's Logan know this is a regular thing. With a whatever muttered they both took their seats. The blonde boy in the back and the Latino on the side of Logan but on the third to last seat. The class resumed with their silent talking and other things that involved not learning. Logan began to write down what the board said but curiosity got the better of him so he slowly turned his head for a glimpse at the Latino. He was busy however playing around with his cell phone to notice the boy staring at him.

Logan turned his attention back to the front, satisfied with himself for not getting caught. Feeling slightly adventurous he turned his head again but soon wishes he hadn't. the Latino stares directly at him with a serious expression that looks oh so good on him. His breath got caught in his throat when the boy cocked an eyebrow at him. Blushing immensely Logan turns his head back fast, oh god he's been caught staring. Ever heard of the saying "Curiosity Killed The Cat" Logan?. Do you want to change it to, curiosity killed the staring nerd?. I think it's best if you don't do that anymore.

Throughout the class period, Logan could feel the boys' stare burning into him and that made the hairs on his neck stand up. It was an intense feeling, like a predator watching it's prey closely. His neck was starting to hurt at how stiff it was. His jaw tightened and his shoulder hunched back, silently praying not to get punched. He gripped his pencil so tightly he was surprised it hadn't snapped yet. His forehead was shining with sweat. And he was almost scared to breathe as if making any sound would make the boy stand up and walk over to him.

Logie, Logie you sweet little bunny. You shouldn't tempt the tempted, nothing good ever comes of it. Just focus on your scholastic and don't seem too frantic, you don't want to get beat up because of your antic. After what was the most nerve wrecking class ever. The bell rang signaling the end of first period. Oh great it's only the first, he's stuck here the whole day. The class all began swarming towards the door to exit.

Wanting to wait until everyone was out to prevent injury, he waited until the coast was clear. He was packing up his books into his bag, turning his body to the side to get out of the desk he stood up without looking, only to be met by the bad boy. He gasped, eyes widening in shock and nerves with slight fear. He fell back in his seat ass planted firmly. Carlos the cholo was staring down at him, just staring with a smirk that rivaled the devil's. Logan gulped. With one last eyebrow cock he strode out of the classroom, no harm done.

The skittish boy whooshed. His heart was beating fast and now he was definitely sweating even more than before. That had to be one of the most intense experiences of his life. It's almost as if his life flashed before his eyes or just simply put. A freaking bad boy was staring at you intensely with an almost silent warning to not look at him again or something?. He didn't quite know, but now he knew he had to be careful around him…

Around twelve lunch strolled around. Logan took a seat outside in a secluded table. The cafeteria was packed with hungry teens and all tables were taken. The outside was basically the same but there was still room. Settling down Logan took out his home brought lunch. A turkey sandwich, carrot sticks, an apple, a pudding cup and a soda he bought out of one of the machines. Nibbling on his sandwich he began to observe his surroundings. Over by a wall that led inside were a group of kids, talking and laughing having a good time.

A group of teenage misfits gathered by the fence that went around the whole school. It was a number of girls and boys talking amongst themselves and passing around what he assumed was weed. By some large trees was another group of friends, who looked like they were having a dance battle and rapping. What Logan noticed was that every race seemed to hang with their own only. They were not mixed and each seemed to be doing something different.

But why the diversity? Why not be social with everyone?. Was it wrong? Certainly not. But what Logan didn't understand was that this school ran on self pride. The high school students assimilate into racial groups. Their own. Their own blood, their own color, their own language, culture and their own gang. Now I am not saying that this school was filled with gangs, no. some were gang members and others chose to simply be bad kids. Like they had to prove themselves to be accepted into their cliques. This was a surprise to Logan, not the usual "Cliques" he's used to.

By the end of the day Logan was relieved to be able to go home. He'd never felt so alienated before, lost, out of place not in his setting. And school was like a second home for him. There is nothing worse than feeling uncomfortable in your home, so one could only imagine the discomfort he felt throughout the day. His old school didn't even compare to this. Where obviously academics were not the top priority. This school had loose dress codes. Not one of the girls with short skirts that could almost be considered belts were told anything.

Or the guys with sagging pants and shirts that should be pixilated were corrected for their attire. In his old school they had a strict uniform requirement. If any of those were broken it meant detention or a meeting with the dean. There were hardly any rules at this school, or rule givers. The principal looked like he could give two shits about what happens. The teachers were pathetic and only stuck around cause they were being paid. Unprepared, no proper amount of tools needed. Absolutely no computers and the place was filthy.

This couldn't even be considered a school more like a prison. Nope not even that, that would be an insult because at least in prison they have correction. And this place seems to lack in that department. This is the slums of any school out there. Or as Logan simply put it. A piece of shit…

Walking to his car he didn't even feel so surprised when he saw the huge scratch on the door. Just great, another problem to add to his collection. He should have known better than to bring his car. Of course something like this was bound to happen. Sighing he stepped in and pulled out of the driveway wishing this was all just a nightmare, a nightmare that he hopes he could soon wake up from…

" Mom I'm home," he notifies stepping into the small house they are staying in for the time being. Dropping his keys on the counter he walks to the fridge. Seeing the reason as to why the dead silence, he snatches the note: Had to go in early, takeout number is on the counter, dad will be home at 6:30 be careful at work, be safe and I love you. Mom. He sighs crumpling the note and tossing it into the garbage. Dialing the phone for the Chinese takeout he walks to his bedroom…

A chicken kung pao and two hours of homework later. The brunette naps soundly on his small bed. All the days worries have taken a toll on his poor little body. A well needed nap is just what he needs. At the sound of the front door opening he wakes up. He can hear his dad's voice moving around the house. Getting up still tired he walks out. His father hangs up his cell phone, rubbing his forehead and sighing heavily. Not a good sign.

" What's up dad," he greets by the hallway. The brunette man turns around face looking exhausted but he manages to smile.

" Uh just the usual…he trails off looking around the kitchen. Logan sighs and steps closer until he reaches the stressed man.

" Oh…any news?,".

" Not anything great…he said this is at least going to last for another three months or so,".

Logan can't help but frown and feel his heart drop. This is not what he ever expected to happen to him. But like I said, life is full of surprises.

" So how was school?," his dad changes the subject not wanting to put his stress on Logan. But he didn't realize that this has taken a huge impact on him just as much as his father.

" Oh…school was… the look of dejection is enough to notify his dad that he's not happy. He's pulled into a comforting hug a hug that is much needed at this moment. He rubs the boys' back calmly while Logan buries his face into his fathers chest.

" Ah Logan…I know things are not going how we want them to right now. But that doesn't mean we're going to give up. We're going to get out of this, we'll make it I know it, you know why?,".

Logan nods his head into his chest.

" Because we are the Mitchell's, bad ass cowboys of the 90210 and Texas," Logan chuckles at his reason. Logan was born in Texas but grew up in California. His dad was moved to California back in 1993 just short of a year after Logan was born. His dad always said he wanted to give Logan a Texan childhood but with work that never happened so he grew up like a lot of kids in California, beach, hot weather. Well Logan had a different childhood. He did normal things like any other kid, except his was more lavished.

But that didn't turn him into a spoiled brat. No his parents had him grounded and always reminded him of where he truly came from. And no matter how blessed their life might be it doesn't make you more than others. And it certainly didn't give you the right to discriminate those how are not as fortunate. Rather use what you have to help people and be kind to everyone because not one life is more important than the other…

Working at a mini mart is really the last place he'd ever think he would be working in. Watching over rows of endless junk food is such a fun thing to do. It's nothing but temptation. It smells like cigarettes and of course there would be a gun behind the register. Standing behind it, Logan has his ear phones in place with low volume listening to music to pass the time. The owner is by the drinks cleaning the soda dispensers.

There hasn't been any business at all until now. Two boys and a girl walk in. The girl walks to the ice cream and picks out a cone. The two boys wander around the freezers suspiciously close to the beer. Logan doesn't pay them any mind. The girl is at the register looking through a magazine as Logan rings her up.

" 1.75$." he says, she takes two dollar bills out and slides them to the brunette. Logan presses some buttons and the register opens. Pulling out the right amount of change quickly he hands it to her along with the receipt. They both turn their heads when the owner suddenly yells out. He sees the two guys run out with a box of beers, Logan looks to the girl but she runs out too, bumping into the furious man. Two minutes later he walks in breathless and sweaty. Holding up the crushed ice cream cone. Logan just stares at him biting back a giggle as the man yells obscenities about the hoodlums in the neighborhood.

It's around ten o' clock at night and Logan's shift has ended. As he walks down the dark streets of the neighborhood he soon regrets leaving his car. His father had dropped him off in it and was taking it to go see what they could do to cover up the scratch. Thus leaving Logan without any ride home after work ended. He could call him but he was also driving up to Pasadena to meet with his lawyers. So he wouldn't even be close to be able to pick him up. And his mom's shift doesn't end for another two hours.

He doesn't even know if the bus runs this late. And a cab is out of the question. So it's walk or nothing. The place is at least a mile away from where he lives, what a drag. It's a pretty warm night, kind of humid. He laughs at a random memory of his friend who hates how his hair gets in heat like this. He rolls his sweater sleeves up when it starts getting a bit hotter. His music is playing again, a track of 'Judas Priest' fill his ears. He rounds a corner that leads down a street of houses, quickly moving to the sidewalk when a car passes by.

He continues walking down the silent street. The street lights give a hue of orange. Turning another corner he sees that this one is not so silent or lonely. Several cars are parked along the sides of the houses. Doors, hoods and trunks opened with music blasting from them. His pace slows. There are people hanging out down that way. The brunette doesn't move contemplating on what to do. Knowing that he can't stand there the whole night. He places his hood over his head and grips his keys tightly, the sharp end of one poking out between his knuckles. He puts his iPod back in his pocket, takes a deep breath and begins to walk forward slowly.

Men stand by their cars showing off. Their girls are nothing but a slut fest. Low riders, Escalades, spinners, hydraulics, bumping sound systems. Some of the girls dance to the music as the men check them out. Other guys look into the hood of each others cars to compare parts. Logan's pace is slow and cautious. He gulps cause he's now in deeper. You know that feeling when you see people you think are bad hanging out on a lonely street? Well that's exactly what Logan is feeling. And the jingling keys are indication that his hands are trembling.

His head casts down as soon as he starts passing people. So far no one has called him out. With that hope in mind he picks up his pace again. Pretty soon he's passing everyone and not a single problem. Success is all he can think when he finally gets out of the strip of houses. Looking at both ends of the street he notices that the only cross walk is clear down on the other end of where he's standing. Not wanting to waste time he waits for the few cars to pass by before he begins to Jay-walk. This has to be the first time he's broken any rules like that. Oh Logan you need to get out more.

He's only a few minutes away now and he is so relieved that nothing went wrong. He just had to jinx it. Under the trees he walks it's calmer and quieter now. He's exactly on the other side of where his house is located. Then he comes up to a alley way in between houses, this was a way he his parents took when they were moving. It lead straight to the street of his house. It's really dark down that way but it's better than taking the longer way. He takes out his phone for light and inches forward.

" Almost there, almost there, there is no place like home, there is no place like home, ther-oh shit!…j-just a cat…just think about getting there safely Logan you can do this you're a Mitc-AHH! Huge Pit-Bull! WOOF!," is what Logan thinks to himself. He hurriedly jogs away from the weak fence barley holding back the huge Pit-Bull that looks like it want's to eat him. He's always had a huge fear of large dogs from past childhood experience so when he sees the large beast snapping it's jaws and barking loud, it absolutely sends him into fear making his whole body tremble.

Seconds later he begins to walk again but as if his punishment for being so easily shaken wasn't enough. Two guys step into the dark alley. Logan stops briefly. The men are chatting and smoking, they haven't noticed him yet. He does the same thing he did when walking down the houses, he puts his hood on and walks without meeting any eyes. He prays to become invisible for at least those few steps. But nope it's just his luck.

" Ey, quién es?,"(Translation: Hey who is that?) speaks the taller of the two as they stop in there tracks.

" No sé?,"(Translation: I don't know?) says the other one. The moon illuminates their bodies and he can see the tallest one blowing out smoke. He stays still he knows not to run it'll only worsen things. His head flies up when he hears the crunching footsteps as they come forward.

" Chaval quién eres?,"(Translation:Boy who are you?) they stand a few feet away. Logan just stares at them wishing he could understand what they were saying. They seem to not like it when they get no immediate response from said boy. Logan's body is rigid, stone like as the men step closer. One of them is shirtless with an abundance of tattoos scattered over his chest and arms. The taller one is large and muscular. Bald and with a large virgin Mary tattooed on his chest.

" Te estamos hablando guey," (Translation:We're talking to you dude) one of them shoves his hood off roughly, stepping back and looking to his partner they both chuckle at the boys' wide fear filled eyes. Logan gulps as they eye him. Achieving total fear and he has to will himself not to piss his jeans. They laugh speaking their native language.

" Cual es tu nombre nino?,"(Translation: What's your name kid?) he snarls.

" I'm sorry I don't understand I just need to get pas- he walks forward but they block him.

" Es gringo guey,"(Translation: He's white dude) the short one elbows his friend amused.

" Blanquito, que Honda," (Translation: little white boy what's up) says the other one.

Not understanding but just wanting to get out he steps forward, but is blocked once again.

" I just need to get home It's late ," he explains and steps forward again, they block him. He just stares at them for a moment and they grin. Mentally counting down he makes a run for it, going around the tall Neanderthals. But their reflexes are quicker however. The taller slips his arms around the boys' thin waist and hoists him up. Said boy yells out for help but his mouth is quickly covered by a calloused hand. Dude seriously, lotion.

The boy flails and kicks struggling against the hold. The man forces him down pulling him tightly against him. Logan's eyes widen when the other thug comes closer holding a pocket knife with grim satisfaction he holds it against the soft cheek of the boy. His wide pupils follow the silver blade closely.

" Dame tu dinero cabron o te corto,"(Translation:give me your money or I'll cut you) he threatens. When Logan doesn't comply to his demand he presses the steel further causing it to break the skin. Logan groans against the muffling hand and when he feels it press deeper, his knee on instinct fly's forward making direct contact with the mans crotch. The guy yells cupping his package and tumbles back. Seeing this as his chance, Logan bites the hand pressed against his mouth making the man hiss and remove it quickly. With the adrenaline running through him right now, Logan makes a mad dash for it. He turns to see the one that he bit running after him full speed.

Taking deep shaky breaths he tries to calm himself. Logan is definitely not cut out for this, he's a little boy lost in a big, big world. A big and dangerous world. He needs a protector, a hero, Knight in shining armor. But what he didn't know was that he was about to run into his "Cholo in tattooed armor" quite literally. The next thing he knew he was bumping into a strong chest with an "Oomph!,".

Logan looks up. Carlos it's Carlos. Oh god he's better off dead now that's for sure. The Latino looks down at him with anger and possessiveness flickering in his eyes. The pale boy gasps, Carlos is more scarier than those two goons combined. His expression is stern and serious much like that of a natural born leader. Logan doesn't even know why the next thing that happens is Carlos wrapping his arms around his shaking form with a protective streak. Why he pulls him against his chest. Why he's screaming at the guys. Why suddenly Carlos became his hero. Why at that moment he felt comfort. Why at that moment everything came naturally.

" Ey estupidos fuera de aqui al la verga con los dos pendejo's!,"(Translation:Hey stupids out of here fuck off dumb asses) he barks and both the idiots flee. Logan can feel just how heavily his chest is rising. How his heart is beating fast, his muscles constrict with anger. That masculine scent is so hypnotizing. And okay you're thinking these thoughts about a guy you just met and a guy who is possibly straight. Not to mention he's a gangster. The things that happen to you Logan, only you.

Not wanting to, but having to. Logan pulls away from the boy, hands sliding down over his abs and suddenly Logan feels like his breath is taken away. They were rock hard and felt so good. How could he already have Logan breathless and wanting him? Carlos was intoxicating. The danger of him made you fear him but want him at the same time. Has Logan always been drawn to danger? Was he suddenly a risk taker.

" T-thanks… he breaths out, hand coming up to his cut cheek and wincing at the sting of his fingers rubbing over the fresh blood. The Latino doesn't respond he simply moves Logan's hand away and curls his fingers under his own shirt, brings it up and begins to wipe the blood. Logan gasps when the boy lifts his shirt up. Smooth tan skin coming to view, those abs that he had the chance to touch but not see were just how he imagined them. His nipples look perfect and delicious, his whole exposed torso looked delicious.

But as soon as it started the soon that it ended. He felt kind of disappointed but he couldn't fight back the blush that took over his cheeks when the boy looks at him with a smile.

" That will leave a small mark," he comments softly. Logan nods his head, eyes towards the ground. Two finger pull his face upwards again, a shiver ran through his body when their eyes connected and at all the contact. That shiver didn't go unnoticed by the bad boy and he got a sick joy out of it.

" Thank you again, I'm uh…Logan," he said shyly trying to break the strong tension. He timidly extended his hand out. Carlos took it shaking slowly, still not breaking the eye contact.

" Carlos," Logan's body tenses as the others hand tightened unintentionally. Logan pulls his hand away and for a moment the Latino looks disappointed.

" What where you doing here?," he asks after a few seconds of awkward silence.

" I was um w-walking home,".

" This late?,".

He clears his throat and rubs his arms. " I was at work," he states gaze shying away from the boy. He doesn't say anything else only nods understanding.

" I should probably go," not even realizing how late it must be.

" Where do you live?," asks the Latino stretching his arms out. Logan looks up at them mesmerized. Seriously can he get any more sexier?. Realizing he's staring he looks forward biting his lip.

" Um around the block,".

" Well then let me walk you," he suggests and Logan can't help but look at him like he's crazy. The gangster laughs at the incredulous look that the other adopts. His eyes are wide, cheeks tainted rosy pink, hair messy and lips parted. The most fucking adorable thing ever in Carlos's mind.

" What? Or do you want another incident like this to happen? Cause there are some pretty fucked up people around here…

Not wanting that to happen again Logan shakes his head quickly. The Latino smirks grabbing his hand again.

" That's what I thought," and then he pulls him out of the alley…

The walk there was silent for the most part. Logan seemed to drag behind the other having to tug him forward every now and again. But finally they made it to Logan's house. His parents weren't home yet. And that he is thankful for. They'd probably go till justice is served on Carlos's ass. Letting each others hand go, Logan mutters another thank you before walking towards his house.

His body is forcefully spun around and pressed up against the metal rusting gate. Hips gripped tightly Carlos leans in to whisper.

" Be careful you're in my streets now…Logan… the last part is whispered seductively into the smart boys' ear. Shiver after shiver runs down his spine as the bad boy pulls away hot breath ghosting above his lips. Nothing else is said and with a smirk he walks away into the night. Danger is him, and he's the one that brings it to the night. Most people can't sleep, feeling he's out on the streets. Maybe it's everything that is going on in his life right now. But Logan can't help if he finds security in the gangster. Distraction from life's problems. A problem within a problem is what he'll get. A boy who's not afraid to hurt him. A boy who creates havoc on the streets of Los Angeles. Maybe coming to south central was where he would see what he's been missing. Maybe in Los Angeles he'll find his Lost Angel. Not prince charming but a beast. Not a teddy bear but a monster. Not a boy but a cholo. You want his psycho, the touch of his hand, you want him to be yours to call him your man. You want his love. You're an angel he's a demon. Are you going to give in to what your heart is screaming?. But there is no denying the fact that he's got you at the barrel of his gun ...

~*Elbow Up Side To Side Fiction Cholo's*~