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.

The Gangster and the Mistress

Chapter Three

Ryan grinned at me from the shadows. He was casually leaning back against the wall, his hands in his pockets. A cigarette draped from his lips, "Not bad at all..." He continued. His voice was so...so blood curdling and un-trustworthy.

He was already teasing me. He was trying to make me feel better about myself so I obeyed his every command. Sure, I was stupid, but I wasn't gullible. I didn't fall for his tricks.

"Yeah, cheers." I murmured, a hint of sarcasm seeping out in my tone of voice.

"You got your knife with ya?"

"Yeah." I took a glance to the back of me, making sure no-one saw what I was doing, before I whipped out the knife from my tracksuit pocket. Ryan chuckled, however not in a happy way, as I stuffed the knife back into my pocket once I had proven my possession of the weapon.

"Good. Now get down here, the rest of us are waitin'." He turned his back towards me and strode down the alleyway with confidence, pausing after a moment to allow me to catch up to him.

To make sure I didn't run, more like.

"So we know the plan, don't we?" Katy questioned me once Ryan and I had managed to get down the rest of the alley. Chris and the others stood beside her protectively, clutching either beer bottles or cigarettes, "Don't we, Webster?" She narrowed her eyes at me, which caused a shiver to travel up my spine.

"Yeah, yeah." I replied distantly.

"You got a knife?"

"Yeah, babe," Ryan replied, walking over to her, "She showed it to me. Now ya know what you're doin' then, Webster? Think of it as like...I dunno...like a practical GCSE exam in school or summat. You got once chance, and one chance only. Cos' if ya fuck it up, then..." He trailed off, enabling a light chuckle from the others, "Well, I'm sure you're aware."

"Course." I shrugged. Whatever I was going to do, I wanted to get it over and done with as soon as possible.

Until tommorrow, anyway.

"Ya sure?" Ryan asked.

"You don't seem so sure." Katy teased, smirking cockily.

"Yeah, well I am!" I retorted shortly and angrily. Obviously, I hadn't meant to loose my temper, but my impatience was running thin.

They were teasing me. They were fucking teasing me on purpose. They wanted me to screw this up.

"Oh! Webster's pissed!" Ryan chuckled. The surrounding others either smiled or laughed.

"Ryan, just leave off," Chris groaned, "She ain't done anything wrong."

Ryan glanced over at Chris and narrowed his eyes, gritting his teeth in anger. Chris backed away a couple of steps, obviously reluctant that he had ever spoke out loud. In all honesty, as much as I appreciated Chris for sticking up for me, I didn't appreciate how he was risking whatever relationship he had with Ryan just to be a good mate.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up?" Ryan spat darkly. He then turnee towards me, "And maybe you should learn how to respect the upper class." The upper class. Ha, as if. "Now, get out there on the lookout for some people. We don't want any missed opportunities."

Without replying, I quickly walked away from them in the direction which lead towards the main road. For some reason, I could sense the others looking at me, their despicable glances boring into the back of my head. Maybe it was me being paranoid. I didn't know.

And I certainly didn't look back at them to prove my speculation.

9:00 PM

I took a short look at the time on my phone, and I wasn't aware that I had already been waiting at least an hour outside of the alley.

I had been waiting...but with no result. No result whatsoever.

My hands were stuffed into my grey hoodie pocket while I put my phone back into it, my back propped up against the side of the gritty brick wall. I looked down the pavement with watchful eyes, taking in the appearance of every person who paased by.

Some looked at me in a strange way, as if I were suspicious. And they weren't wrong, either. I did appear to be involved in a gang, after all. Trashy, cheap clothing and trainers, sly eyes, millions of piercings up my ears. Others who passed ignored my presence.

I was about to give up. To quit. To let Ryan and the others win...maybe even to do the foolish thing and run.

But that was before...I saw...

Her.

A girl, about my age, walked from my right. She was...completely gorgeous. Flowing, blond shoulder-length hair, tanned skin, a figure to die for, shimmering blue eyes, pouty lips and a cute nose. She wore a fleeced purple coat, which appeared to be quite expensive, as well as having a Coach bag slung on her shoulder. The girl was fiddling with her iPhone 6 for a couple of moments and had stood still on the pavement while she did so.

She was completely oblivious to the fact that I was watching her, checking her out like a hungry, desperate animal would.

A blush rose up in my cheeks, blood following to the vessels inside. Beautiful, stunning, and drop dead sexy. This girl was the human personification of those words, plus many more. And...she looked quite rich, too.

She was amazing...but still, I didn't know her, even if my feelings for this stranger had grown after seconds of encountering her.

And, I had a job to do, even if it meant harming this girl in any way.

This beautiful, sexy, gorgeous girl...

Who was...staring at me?

Once my eyes caught hers, she blushed slightly and turned her head away in embarrassment, continuing to play with her phone. Aw...she was adorable and baahful, too. And maybe, just maybe, she was gay.

'No!' I thought to myself, shaking out of my fantasies, 'What are you doing?! I can't start to hope that she's gay! I probably won't even see her again, so why bother?! Unless I...mug her, but she's so innocent...I can tell in her eyes. She's virtually pure. She doesn't deserve this shit. I'll have to tell Ryan to stack it. I ain't harming this girl.'

"Webster, what are you doing?! This is ya chance!" Chris harshly whispered from the alleyway, peaking his head out of it to look at me, "That girl's completely oblivious! And look, she's got a Coach bag and an iPhone 6! Holy shit, she might have thousands of pounds in that bag of hers for all we know!" His eyes were wide with anticipation. Plus, he was much more enthusiastic then the other evening.

I looked down at the floor, "But-"

"No, Sophie!" Chris interrupted, "This is ya chance! I'll go get the others in the meantime! Try to keep her there!" He ran back into the alleyway with extreme speed before I could tell him how I felt about this.

I sighed loudly, crossing my arms over my chest as I started to look at the beautiful girl once again. Her innocence, her purity, would soon be deprived. Taken away for eternity. She would be scarred for life from what was going to happen...

And I was forced into being the main part of the plan.

The girl soon put her phone away into her bag and cautiously looked around the area, first taking notice of the cars driving down the roads. She appeared to be distressed, I didn't know. Maybe scared...concerned...petrified. Or all three, and worse.

She then, much to my surprise, started to walk towards me; at least, I thought it was in my direction. She took a sharp diagonal turn and walked towards...

The alleyway.

I quickly followed on behind the girl, my face bright red and my heart thumping. I wanted to make sure she was safe, although I seriously doubted that she would be in a couple of seconds. Chris had probably got the rest of the gang to shift closer, and now they were all reliant on me to take the first action.

I knew it.

As I came after her, I could faintly see the others lurking in the distance up the other end. Chris gave me a thumbs-up and smiled, wishing me good luck. Ryan just...stood there...and stared at me with an emotionless expression. He was trying to panic me into mugging this girl.

But I didn't want to.

I had no choice.

What else was I to do?

Nevertheless, I needed to save my own skin. This girl...there was something about her...something more then a pretty face I fancied.

What was I going to do?

Without thinking, and with a million of thoughts flashing through my mind, I sped towards her in a rush, my feet clattering against the ground. She stopped in her tracks and spun around to face me in shock, her mouth agape with wide, terrified eyes. She tried to run away, but the others came out and blocked her from getting through.

"GET HER, WEBSTER!" Ryan called out, "GET HER NOW!"

I chased after the girl, who was quickly looking around, trying to work out what she was going to do to get out of this situation.

But there was nothing she could do. Not now.

I had no choice...she was perfectly innocent...she didn't deserve this treatment, not at all.

But I needed to save myself from Ryan...to get in his good books again...

Yet, this girl. She was stunning...kind-hearted...

I wouldn't harm her. I wouldn't.

Reaching into my tracksuit pocket, I drew out the knife and pointed it straight at her, keeping my distance as I did so. I hadn't wanted to accidentally stab her. That wasn't what I was intending. Tears streamed down her face. Her lip was quivering in upset and paranoia, as well as her hands, which shook tremendously in fear.

"Hand over the bag," I demanded in the most softest tone possible, "And you'll be alright."

"You bein' serious, Webster?!" Ryan roared, "Just stab the girl, she ain't worth it! I've seen girls like her before! They do whatever they want to do and don't listen to no-one! JUST FUCKIN' STAB HER ALREADY, OTHERWISE I WILL!"

"P-Please..." The girl stuttered, reaching for her bag, "I-I'll give it to you...p-please don't hurt me...please..." She placed her bag on the floor and pushed it towards me, "P-Please..." She whimpered, sobbing.

"SOPHIE!" Ryan screamed, "STAB HER, NOW!"

The girl screamed aloud and pushed right past me, despite knowing I was holding a knife. She ran down the alleyway as fast as her legs could carry her, not bothering to look back in her escape act. Ryan growled like an animal, and was about to chase after the girl, when Katy put a hand out in front of his torso which blocked his way.

"Let her go, babe. Webster got what we wanted with no problem," Katy stated, "It don't matter."

"Yeah, it does, Katy!" Ryan groaned, "The girl'll go to the police and report it and-"

Katy put a finger to his lips, silencing him, "Ssh. Don't worry, babe. It was too dark for her to see what any of us looked like, anyway. And Webster never made any contact with the girl, so there's no fingerprint evidence. If ya think about it, we'll more likely be caught if Sophie did stab her."

"True, true..." Ryan mumbled. He glanced up at me, "Right, you're off the hook. You did alright, and cos' of that you can smoke some Marijuana for free Get it off David," David was the predominant drug dealer in the gang, "I knew you was desperate for it when ya came here. Saw you looking at that guy smokin' it by the bus stop."

"Oh, cheers. I sorta need it." I replied calmly, although I was over the moon in my head. As much as I detested Katy, I was grateful for what she had done to stop Ryan from going overboard. Still, she had most likely done it to benefit herself and hadn't considered how I was feeling, so I wasn't too thankful towards her.

Alas, what was this...guilt I was experiencing? Love-sickness, maybe? I felt really bad for that girl. We had terrified her for dear life. And she hadn't done anything wrong. So, I had gone and pointed a knife at her. What an idiot I was...

And, who was she anyway?

Thinking about her only made me feel more desperate to see her again; to put things right. She was gorgeous...a sweet, innocent girl who had probably never harmed a fly in her life.

I was crushing on this girl.

I was crushing on someone who I had threatened.

I was crushing on someone I'd never see again, let alone know what their name was. Or anything. Anything I could do to fix this problem.

"Eh." Ryan shrugged after a few moments.

"So what's in the bag apart from the iPhone?!" Chris inquired excitedly, "I wanna know!"

"Whoa, there was an iPhone in there?!" Katy retorted, "I'm havin' that!"

"Open it, Webster!" One of the guys, Connor, stated from the side of Chris, "Let's see what rich girl was carrying!"

I picked the bag up off the floor and took a good, long look at it. It had to be at least £250, or even more. It was relatively big, and I could feel the sheer weight of it's contents. I placed my hand on the zipper and pulled it backwards which opened it, revealing whatever was inside of it:

Her phone, an address book, a small make-up kit, a small brush, a mirror, a black glasses case, Ibuprofen tablets and...a pink, leather Coach wallet.

The others had all came to my side and looked over into the bag. I took out the wallet and opened up the flap from the popper. £30 was scattered in there along with bronze coins, and several different cards, including her bus pass, was in there.

I slipped out her bus pass and examined it. A picture of her was on the front; she was smiling happily. I wish I had seen her like that rather then distressed. Some of her personal information was also there, such as her birthday (which was on the 28th December, the year in which she was born wasn't there), and...her name, the vital information that I was dying to know about...

Sian. Sian Powers. That's what it said, and that's what I read...

That was her name.

Sian...

Now what would I do?

I needed to find her!

Sian...Sian Powers...

TO BE CONTINUED...