BECKETT'S POV

Blair and I didn't have much time together that day. Callum was only gone for a short hour on his mysterious errands until he got back to the safehouse.

"Everyone get in here!" He barked. It only took a few seconds for every person in the house to be standing at attention in the main room, with Blair leaning against a wall behind all of the boys.

"Beckett, Langdon and Shaine. You're coming with me across town to talk to Benny's gang." He dished out the orders, "Mickey, you watch the girl." I saw Blair raise an annoyed eyebrow at being referred to as 'the girl'.

"Yessir." We all replied, and with pretty good harmony I might add.

"Wait." Blair interrupted Callum's dramatic exit. He turned back on his heel to face her. "I want to come, too." Callum froze. He wasn't sure what to say.

"I'll stay out of the way, but as long as I'm living here I want to know what you're up to every day." She reasoned. Callum's brow furrowed.

"Fine. Mickey, you come with and keep her safe, got it?" Callum decided, snapping his fingers at Mickey.

"Yessir." I narrowed my eyes at Mickey. He glanced over and gave a small nod. I hoped that he knew if anything happened to Blair, it wasn't Callum he should be afraid of.

JANE'S POV

"Mads, hang on for a minute." I said, pulling away and removing his hands from around my waist.

"What?" He asked, looking impatiently at my still moist lips.

"I can't stop thinking about Blair."

"Come on, baby. This is our time."He complained.

"The gangs got almost no money. She's pregnant." I explained. "She'll need check-ups, treatments, and the hospital bill will be massive. Has anyone thought about what she's going to cost you all?" He opened his mouth to say something then stopped, did it again, then sighed.

"You made me think. Damn it, Jane..." He glared at his feet.

"Okay, let me simplify it. If Blair stays here, the gang is going to lose a lot of money."

"Wait, we can't afford to lose any money!" Maddox looked up with an alarmed look on his face.

"Now you've got it!"

"So, we kick her out?"

"No. You can't kick a pregnant teenager onto the bad streets of New York!"

"But... Then what do we do?"

"How would I know?"

"You always know! Knowing is just what you do!"

"Well now I don't know. You'll have to tell Callum about this, because I'll bet that this hasn't occurred to a single one of the boys."

"Wait, why me?"

"Because you're the one who knows now."

"I don't want to die..."

"Oh good lord, Mads. You're not gonna die. I have to go, but you need to go man up and tell Callum about the financial situation. Got it?" I told him, as I paused with my hand on the door.

"Fine." He pouted, crossing his arms like a child. I rolled my eyes and left. I couldn't always be there to take care of my baby of a boyfriend.

BLAIR'S POV

The walk across town was awkward and painfully long. Not painfully as in I was bored out of my mind, but my feet were killing me. My shoes were fine, but I think they were already starting to swell up. In addition, I could feel Callum's eyes on me the entire time. He was walking behind the rest of us, while I was in the middle with Mickey and Shaine, with Beckett and Langdon ahead of us. I spent the whole trip wishing I'd just stayed back at the house and made a sandwich. Maybe I could get a sandwich from a street vendor. I had money in my bag. Where was my bag? Oh, right. It was at the house. Well forget about a sandwich!

"We're here." Mickey announced, stopping short just in front of me. I stepped around him to see where we'd stopped.

"No, no way. This isn't a gang's house." I shook my head. The boys had come to a stop in front of a strip club.

"We're not visiting another baby gang today. It's time to wrestle with the big boys." Callum walked past all of us and right through the door.

"Is he serious? Are you guys serious?" I asked as everyone began to follow him.

"Just stay with me and shut up, got it?" Mickey hissed, pushing me in front of him. I bit my tongue and clenched my fists. Something about the tone of his voice made me realize that this visit was more dangerous than I'd thought. We followed Callum in a disorderly line through the dark club, led by the glow weak neon lights flickering in a back room.

"Cine sunteţi?" A heavily accented voice spoke from the darkness in a language I didn't understand.

"Noi suntem din Lower East Side din New York, gasca lui Callum copii. Avem o întâlnire cu şeful." I was surprised to hear Beckett reply in the same language, but with more of an American accent to it.

"Puteţi merge inch Doar trei totuşi. Restul poate aştepta afară." The voice paused. "Sau, poate merge în toate, dar fata ... Voi ţine un ochi bun pe afara ei aici."

Beckett replied tersely and quickly. "Nu, multumesc. Ea va veni cu noi." He looked at us. "He says either three of us can go in, or we all go in but leave Blair with him."

I gulped. "No, no, no just take me with you." Callum whispered something to Beckett.

"Mickey, Langdon, Maddox, keep an eye out for anything suspicious." Beckett ordered. Callum's hand wrapped around my bicep and led me into the lighted room with them.

"No matter what happens, stay close to me." He murmered as we entered.

"Ahh, Callum!" A tall, broad man hefted himself out of a leather office chair behind a carved and polished red desk. "How old are you now?"

"17." Callum said through a clenched jaw, he hesitated, then added, "and eleven months."

The man nodded, then his eyes landed on me. "Who is this? Callum, who does this girl belong to?" I dug my fingernails into my palms. Belong? Who did I belong to? What an ignorant bastard! I didn't belong to anyone but myself.

"She's a friend of mine, staying with us for a while." Callum answered.

"A friend of yours? Just a friend?" The man's heavy accent, similar to the voice outside the door, turned the word friend into "freeeeeeend". It only infuriated me more.

Callum didn't say anything, only raised his eyebrows at the man. I wondered at his response. I wasn't even a friend, although I understood why he said I was, but why did he neglect to answer that I was nothing more than a friend? Possibly because me being more than a friend was his ticket out of the gangs, and possibly because if I was nothing more than that he would never get out.

"Interesting." The man said. "Now, who's this one?" He nodded at Beckett, who looked horribly uncomfortable suddenly being under the examination of the imposing man.

"Just a grunt to run errands for me. He's nobody." Callum shrugged it off. He clearly didn't want this man's focus on Beckett.

"Cineva să ia aceste două stele. Vreau să vorbesc cu grunt!" The man snapped his fingers in the air and two men grabbed Callum and I and practically dragged us out of the room. I resisted the temptation to struggle when I saw Callum actually walking with the men. I craned my neck around to see if Beckett was being roughly escorted out too. He stood frozen in the same spot he'd been the whole time. His hands were clasped behind his back and he stood straight, there was no signs of anxiety or fear in his body language. Why was he trying so hard to appear unafraid? The men who'd dragged us out slammed the door shut behind us and locked it. They let Callum and I go in the hallway and left.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"We wait." Callum's voice was flat.

"But, Beckett's in there all alone!" I worried.

"Just be quiet for now." He was emotionless.

"What are they doing with him?"

"I don't know."

"Do you even care?"

"No. He's just a grunt."

"He is not just a-" Callum's hand smashed into my face and covered my mouth.

"Just be quiet, Blair. Stop talking. Stop asking questions. Just be quiet. Okay?"

I nodded and he let me go. I was really starting to regret coming with them today. Why did I have to know what they were up to? Why couldn't I just let it be?