Summary: AU. Sian is a wealthy girl who, by mistake, is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sophie is involved with gang crime. Drugs, thieving, the lot. When she notices Sian 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 Thirty-Six
About 8:00 in the evening, when Jason the house had left to go back home, I had decided to go over to Chesney's house to 'tell him what I'd thought' about his wonderful 'ideas' he had given me earlier. I'd suppose I'd have no choice to inform him my opinions, despite none of them being particularly helpful or reliable in any way.
I knocked on his front door, and seconds later he opened it, smiling, "Hey, Soph! What did you think about-"
I pushed past him and slammed the door, "They were shit, Ches! Completely shit!"
"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow, "How were they shit?"
"Cos' they were! You think I'm breaking up with Sian over this?! How about randomly stabbing someone?! Doing something big?! Are you having a laugh?! Look, I get that you're trying to help and all, but there's nothing we can-"
"Actually, there is." A voice, who I instantly recognized, said from beside us.
Katy?!
What was Katy doing here?!
"We can do something, Soph," She said, "And Ches and I are working together to think of a plan."
"Wait..." I wondered, "How do you two know each other?" How did they know each other?! All this information was all coming at once, straight in my face.
"Um..." Chesney said nervously. Katy darted her eyes towards me and Chesney, struggling to think of an answer, "Well...Katy was the one that told me you were gangster-"
"WHAT?!"
I couldn't believe this! Katy had told Chesney?! Why?! And how?! What were they intending on to achieve?! I needed answers from them! And I needed them in an instant before I lost my temper!
"Look, Soph," Katy put a hand on my shoulder, "Before you start having a go at us, I told Ches for a reason. I've seen you two walk around together in the past. You both seem like really good mates. So I thought, along with me, that he could help ya with all of this. I could tell him things that were going on with the gang, and he'd think of ideas and tell ya since I didn't know what to do myself. I approached Chesney and said that I knew you. He asked me if it was true that you were a gangster, since you were drunk at the time when you blurted it out. So..I told him. We're...really sorry you've had to find out now..."
"Oh..." I mumbled, "So...you just did it to help?"
"Course'," She nodded her head, "I wouldn't do it just to ruin your life or summat. I knew Ches was someone you could trust."
"Yeah...unlike Chris," I said, "Funny thing is, I thought he'd told Ches."
"Who's Chris?" Chesney asked.
"A complete prick who I thought was my mate." I summarised. Katy chuckled.
"Oh...so, you're OK with this, Soph?"
"I guess I'll have to be. The shock's already worn off. It was just...I felt as if you told me so much all at once, and it was a little overwhelming to process. That's why I snapped and shouted. But...I ain't bothered. Honestly, I'm not. If you two are willing to help me to save my skin, then I'm really grateful for it."
"Great," Katy smiled, but it soon dropped into a frown. I knew she meant business, and whatever she was going to say was either bad or serious, "So...you didn't like Chesney's ideas?"
"No..." I sighed, "I'm not doing any of those things...especially not breaking up with Sian. What else could we do? No matter what'll happen, if we don't do anything, then they'll get Sian. They're after her. If I turn her in for them to 'meet' her, then there's no telling what they'll do. And if I leave it after six weeks, they'll still get her. They know where I live, after all. I don't know what they want from her...but if it's a guess, it's probably her money."
"Right..." Chesney crossed his arms over his chest.
"I don't know what to do, guys..."
"Neither do I..." Chesney shrugged. So much for him helping...
"How about...I kill one of them?" Katy suggested.
"No, Katy..." I shook my head, "That's easier said then done. I don't want you getting into any trouble cos' of me...and even if you did kill one of them, the others wouldn't care. And Ryan would break up with ya..."
"You think I even care about that sleazeball?" She queried, "Cos' I don't."
"Oh...then what could we do? This is all fucking with my head..."
"Same..."
"God, I need a fag," I grumbled, suddenly craving for my stress-reliever, "I'll be back in about ten minutes, alright? I'm gonna have it outside of here."
"Go, Soph," Chesney smiled, "We'll...talk about it."
"Thanks..." I walked to the door and opened it, stepping out of the house and closing it.
I hunted through my jacket pocket, pulling out my lighter and a pack of cigarettes. I always carried then with me in case I was desperate for a fag, and couldn't focus on anything else apart from that. I lit one up and popped it in my mouth, allowing the smoke to freely trail up and away. I toon the cigarette out of my mouthed and inhaled the smoke, allowing it's calming effect to take place on my mind.
So much had happened that day...the incident in the park with the homophobic mother and her child, sex with Sian, meeting Jason, and finding out that Katy was the one who had told Chesney my deepest and dirtiest secret. I needed to release all of that stress. It was too much to cope with all at once...
But...now what would I do? About...all of this?
"Soph," I heard Chesney open the door, "Are you...ready to come back in? Katy's got an idea...and I think you'll like it..."
"Um...sure," I stubbed out the cigarette and threw it on the floor, "Alright...I'll come in."
"Right," Katy began once I arrived back inside, "Here's the thing; avoid all areas where you think they'll be. It's kinda obvious where they all hang around, though. We both know that. If one of them texts you, ignore it and delete the number from your phone. Now here's the difficult bit. You gotta convince Sian and Rosie to temporarily live somewhere else, far from here. Or at least stay with Sian's parents until everything's calmed down."
"Sian's parents hate both of us," I raised an eyebrow, "There's no way they're allowing us to stay with them. That's why...Sian's living with me in the first place. Cos' she got kicked out as we...got caught by her mum..." I sighed, "And how exactly am I gonna convince them to live somewhere else for a completely random reason? First of all, they're gonna wonder why it's suddenly been brought on my mind, and they certainly won't want to go anywhere else but here. Also, temporarily moving won't do any good. What if when we come back in a few months that they find us and kill us?! Then what?! Look, I appreciate how much you're trying to help, but this shit is impossible to solve..."
"Right...that plan's down the drain, then. But...couldn't you try?"
"I-I...don't think it'll work...but...I guess I could try...this is so difficult for me, Katy..."
"It's with me, too," She sighed, "And Ches...we don't know what to do to help ya...unless you approach them..."
"Approach them? No way. You said that they'll double cross me."
"You could always go without Sian...and take a knife just in case?" Chesney suggested, "We'll be a few metres away if ya want, just to make of what's going on."
"I don't...know. I don't know if I should do that...it might piss them off..."
"Try." Katy said.
"We'll be there." Chesney smiled.
"Ugh...OK," These two wouldn't rest, would they? "But if I end up coming home with a broken arm, I'm blaming you two!"
"Deal." They said in unison.
After making our way out of the house, I walked on down the street ahead of Chesney and Katy, who were hot on my tail. The gang would most likely be in the alleyway. They were normally there, after all, so why would they be anywhere else?
Was any of this...a good idea? What if it backfired? What if...they never liked what I said to them? What would I even say? I hadn't planned any of it in advance. Planning what you say to them is essential to getting on the gang's good sides. Because if you said the wrong thing...
That would be it.
"Hey, Webster."
He was there sooner then I'd intended...
"Ryan." I faced him, nodding my head.
He was propped up against the wall, smirking, "So...you've decided?"
"Decided what?"
"Bout' girlie?"
"Don't...call her that..." I said through gritted teeth, clenching my fists together in anger. Sian had a name! Why didn't he bother to use it?!
"Whoa, don't get your knickers in a twist, Webby. I was only joking," He rolled his eyes, "I know you love this girl, and I respect ya for that. And that's why I wanna meet her, y'know. She'd be...pretty promising for all of us."
Oh, she would?! I think not!
"Right..." I nodded, "So...what are you saying?"
"I wanna meet her."
"That...may be difficult..."
"Why?!" I heard him snap.
"Becuase...she's got...mental problems," I mentally face-palmed, feeling guilt strike throughout me. How could I say that about her?! I loved her for God's sake! Even if it was only an excuse, it pained me to say it. Sian wasn't that bad. She just had obsessions with things, and her symptoms were improving drastically thanks to her meditations, "Bad ones. She...can't deal with stuff on her own...so I've gotta help her."
"So why can't I meet her then?!" He demanded; fuck, I knew he'd take this the wrong way, "Why not?! So what if she's got issues?! I don't blame her since she goes out with you!"
I swallowed a dry lump in my throat, trying my best to control my temper. How...dare...he...say...that! He didn't have the nerve to say that stuff to me, did he?! But...I couldn't lash out, no matter how pissed I was with him. I should've known better. Ryan couldn't give a shit if she had issues or not.
"Yeah, I know..." I mumbled, "But...give her time...please...she's just had a bad breakdown and she needs my support..." Wow, how much more shallow could I even get?!
Ryan sniffed, "Yeah, but can't we have a talk? For a bit?" Whatever Ryan was planning to do with Sian, he was desperate and determined to get hold of her.
"I'll have to see-"
"WHY?! WHY, WEBSTER?!" He screamed in my face, salvia escaping from his mouth, "WHY DO YA HAVE TO WAIT?! WHAT FOR?! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT THIS'LL BE OUR BIG BREAK IF WE GET TO HER?! SHE COULD GIVE US EVERYTHING WE NEED! SHE'S A FUCKING MILLIONAIRE! HAVE YOU NOT GOT THAT BY NOW?! WE COULD HAVE IT ALL, AND ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS GET HER TO TALK TO US SO THAT WE CAN GET IT FROM HER!"
Ah, so the truth came out...
"Well, I'm sorry," I attempted to sound apologetic, but it came out as seeming more sad sarcastic then anything else, "But if that's what you're intending on doing with my girlfriend, then I'm sorry. I can't do that. She'll go insane. She'll get you arrested. Don't do it."
"OH, I SEE WHAT THIS IS ABOUT NOW!" He laughed, rolling his eyes, "YOU DON'T WANT YOUR LITTLE GIRLIE TO GET HURT-"
"I SAID DON'T CALL HER THAT!" As soon as the words escaped my lips, I instantly regretted that I'd ever said it. I'd never shouted at Ryan like that before...I'd never lost my temper with him. I was normally scared as fuck of him.
So...what changed?
"YOU DON'T SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, WEBSTER!" He shoved me roughly, "EVER! YOU HEAR ME?! EVER!" He shoved me once again, "Now that's dealt with...you better get the fuck off your lazy arse and start working on her 'mental problems', cos' if you don't...you know what'll happen. The job won't get done, so I won't be satisfied...now, we are aware of what happens if I'm not satisfied? Aren't we?"
"YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER HARM HER! YOU SAID YOU ONLY WANTED INFORMATION ABOUT POWERS INDUSTRIES FOR YOUR OWN PERSONAL USE!"
He chuckled, "Well, it was for my own personal use. And now I'm putting it to good use. So technically I'm not lying...unlike you."
"UGH, I KNEW YOU'D FUCKING DOUBLE-CROSS ME! JUST LIKE CHRIS!"
"Oh yes. Chris," He tapped a finger to his chin, "The one who you double-crossed first, I believe. He's getting his revenge, and I'm getting my money...it's a cycle. A deathly one at that."
"DEATHLY?! YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER TOUCH HER OR HARM HER OR ANYTHING!"
"'Never'? Oh, I did say that, didn't I?" He smirked, "We are in a gang, Webster. Remember that. People deceive each other every day, don't they? It's another cycle, something which is never ending. So...you gonna run away like a little coward with your girlfriend where we'll fine you anyway, or will you bring her to us? Think about it for a second. We could get millions from whatever she tells us, just like that," He clicked his fingers, "In an instant."
"But I love her more then money. I love her more then anything..." I was now sounding as if I was begging him, "Please...don't touch her or anything...please...she's one of the only things left I've got that I truely love. Please...please don't hurt her...I fucking love her, Ryan..."
"I get that. I do. But I ain't bothered whether she's dead or not. I just want my money. It's Chris that's concerned..."
"Concerned over what?!"
"Ruining your life."
"Why?!"
"I think you know by now...I couldn't give a shit about what you do or anythin', but he apparently does." He shrugged.
"So tell him not to touch Sian!"
"It ain't as simple as that, Webster..."
"How is it not?!"
"Cos' he craves it. He craves for your life to be ruined. I couldn't care. But it helps that Sian is a wealthy little rich brat and your girlfriend all in one. It's like the best of both worlds for me and Hamilton." Another smirk played on his lips; he really couldn't give a shit, could he?
"So she's just a pawn?! A pawn for your plan?!"
"Nah, Webster..."
"Then what is it, then?"
"She's the center of it all..."
TO BE CONTINUED...