Nick walked down the boardwalk of his New York neighborhood and when he saw a black van tailing him, he stopped walking and looked at it, putting his hand on the gun that was strapped to him under his shirt, but when the door opened and he saw a familiar face, he got in. It was dark when they got to their destination and the only sounds that could be heard outside were the cars driving down the highway. They were a few miles away from Nick's penthouse, deep in the south side of the Bronx. The wrong place to be at night, the wrong place to be ever. The mayor of had dubbed it one of the most dangerous places to be in New York City. It was run by a gang called N42. Nick still had no idea what it stood for, even if it was tattooed onto his shoulder with the gang sign right next to it. Not many people who were in the gang knew what N42 stood for and frankly, most of them didn't care. Nick didn't want to be in a gang, but when he was a teenager, he'd got caught up in the wrong crowd back in Chicago and ended up sworn into a gang on his sixteenth birthday. He thought that he'd be able to get out when he moved to New York, but of course, N42 has connections everywhere, and once a gangbanger, always a gangbanger.

He strutted through the doors and down the hall to the main ring leader, Devlin's office, with more confidence than he actually had. Something Nick had learned fast as a gangbanger; if you don't think you're a hard ass, act like one or else you get shot. His best friend, Logan was six feet under because he hadn't learned that piece of necessary knowledge. There were two men standing on either side of the doors, protecting Devlin, they eyed Nick and then gave him a nod, silently telling him to go in. Once he was in, Nick looked at the man who looked to be in his mid-twenties that had prison tattoos up and down his arms, his head was shaved to make him look tougher and he wore a muscle shirt, showing off his muscles. He had steel rings on his hands along with more tattoos, when Nick had first met him three years ago, he'd wondered how much blood covered Devlin's hands, but Nick knew he could get slaughtered for his thought. No disrespecting the ring leader.

"Grey, nice to see you," Devlin said from his black leather chair, "I've got a mission for you."

Nick gave a single nod, "which is?"

A man standing next to Devlin put a black duffle bag on the desk and Devlin nodded to it, "open it."

Nick unzipped the bag and looked inside, there was at least fifty baggies of powder in there. He knew not to ask any questions, though his brown eyes grew wide, but he quickly masked his shocked face with his stoned expression and nodded to Devlin, "where to?"

"42nd street," he handed him directions, "one mil. You get me? No penny less, one mil. If it's not all here by midnight, well, that blue eyed babe you're always hang with will be my bitch tonight, understand?"

Nick tightened his jaw, "no need for threats, alright? I've been here for six years, I know how shit goes down. You touch her, you die, do you understand that?"

Devlin got up from his seat and leaned on his desk so he was face to face with Nick, "threaten me again and she just might become my bitch and you just may be six feet under. You know I would."

Nick grabbed the bag and zipped it up again before leaving the warehouse and taking a taxi to 42nd street. He walked to the apartment complex and up to the apartment, knocking on the door, a businessman answered the door.

"Can I help you," he asked fixing his red tie.

Nick nudged the bag, "I have your stuff."

The businessman pulled him in and shut the door. Nick looked over to the kitchen table where stacks of money was placed. Looking around the apartment, he saw at least six women walking around in their bra and underwear. Again, Nick knew not to ask questions. He handed the man the bag and put his hand on his gun, "one mil."

"Yeah, yeah," he nodded over to the counter. The guy dumped the baggies out on the table and gave the duffle back to Nick, who walked over and put the money in the bag. Looking at his watch, he gulped. 11:00. He nodded to the man and left.

Catching a taxi, he went back to the warehouse and walked into Devlin's office, he placed the money bag on the desk and Devlin smirked at him before taking the money out. Julianna, a member of the N42 walked in and put her hand seductively on Nick's chest. She was wearing a tight black dress that barely covered anything, with a pair of black high heels, and a lot of makeup, but Nick had to admit, she was hot. She whispered seductive words into Nick's ear, placing her hand on the waistband of his jeans. He chuckled and smirked at her, even though he wasn't going to do anything with her. Devlin cleared his throat and Nick looked at him. Devlin handed him a stack of one hundreds and Nick took it.

"6Gs. Nice work. And say hey to those two sexes you've got for me," he smirked. Nick's jaw tightened again, but he just walked out without saying anything.

Going back to the heart of the city where he lived, Nick went to Miley and Demi's apartment and knocked on the door. He didn't care what time it was, he had to make sure they were okay. Miley opened the door wearing her bathrobe and smiled lightly at Nick. Opening the door wider, she let him in.

"Hey," she smiled, "what are you doing here," she asked, her voice coated with tiredness.

Nick shrugged, "I had a bad dream," he lied, "I just needed to make sure you were okay. Where's Dem?"

"She's sleeping," Miley explained, "something that most people do around this time of night," she teased taking his hand, "come on, let's go to bed." Miley pulled him into her room and laid on the bed. Nick stripped of everything, but his boxers and laid next to her. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest.

"Night, Mi."

"Night, Nick," she whispered before closing her eyes.

Nick sighed and stroked her hair as she slept. He watched her and realized that out of every girl he had laid his eyes on, she was the most beautiful. His mind flashed to Julianna and he wondered why he hadn't jumped her, he wondered why he hadn't jumped any girl for a while, and he realized the reason. The reason was lying right in his arms. He was falling for Miley, sure, he'd suspected it before, but it hadn't really clicked. Until now.

In the morning, Demi walked out of her bedroom and saw Nick drinking coffee and reading the sports section of the newspaper. She walked over to him and smiled, "morning."

He looked at her and grinned, "morning. How'd you sleep?"

"Great. When did you get here?"

"Last night," he explained, "couldn't sleep so I slept with Miley."

Her jaw hit the ground and Miley walked out of her bedroom laughing, "as in sleeping, Dem. Not as in slept with." She swatted Nick's arm.

He smirked at her, "I'm sure you were the only thinking sexual things of that statement, Mi. You just wish I'd sleep with you."

"Actually, that's exactly what I was thinking too," Demi laughed, her heart breaking just a bit as she watched Nick flirt with Miley.

Nick smirked at Miley, "I'm hungry, woman. Make me some food."

Miley laughed and shook her head, "call me 'woman' one more time, Nicholas and see how far that gets you with me making you breakfast."

He pulled her onto his lap and she laughed and pushed him away, but didn't get up, "Miley, sweet, Miley with a cherry on top, could you please make me breakfast?"

She groaned and got up, walking to the kitchen, "don't say I never did anything for you."

"Thank you," he smiled. His phone rang and he answered it, "Hey, Joe..."

Joe was Nick's brother. He had potential, but in all honesty, he was probably one of the geekiest guy who's ever graced the planet. If anyone from the Big Bang Theory ever passed away, then the director should probably ring him up because he'd give Sheldon a run for his money. Joe was one of the sweetest and funniest guys that Demi or Miley had ever met, but they weren't even sure if he'd kissed a girl before, or a guy, they weren't sure what his sexual orientation was- or if he had a sexual orientation. Nick and Joe got along well, but they had absolutely nothing in common, besides genetics. Joe was majoring in astrochemistry at the same University as Nick and the others.

Once Nick had hung up, he went over to Miley in the kitchen and leaned on the counter next to her, "Joe says hi. And says that mom and dad are coming up to visit next weekend."

"Aww, I love your parents," she laughed, "they're so sweet, except, I think your mom thinks I'm going to be her daughter in law or something because she always talks about how I'm going to get your secret family recipes one day. How's Joe?"

Nick shrugged, "stressed. He's trying to figure out this chemical equation and it isn't working out right."

Demi laughed and grabbed two muffins, "I'm going to go check on him, make sure he doesn't pull all of his hair out." She had gotten dressed and waved to them before walking out.

Nick let out as relaxed sigh and looked at Miley, "need any help with breakfast?"

"Sure, but what was that sigh about?"

He shrugged and opened the fridge, "Demi and Joe have been hanging out together a lot lately, by themselves, and maybe they're starting to have feelings for each other. I know that Joe has feelings for her, and if she has feelings for him, then she won't have feelings for me."

She nodded, "that makes sense, but Demi doesn't both you that much does she? I could talk to her if you wanted me to."

Nick shook his head and started cutting up two potatoes for hash browns, "no, that's okay. I love Dem, but just in a best friends way, you know?"

She nodded, "then we"ll all just be best friends. With no feelings."

He shrugged and kept cutting the potatoes, "yeah, maybe."

"Maybe?" She laughed, "well, I don't have any feelings for either of you. And you don't have feelings for either of us, so what? Does Demi like me too," she asked jokingly. Nick laughed and threw a potato at her. She gasped and threw flower at him and before they knew it, a full on food fight had begun. At the end of it, Nick was standing over Miley after she had fallen on her back from the egg that was on the floor and was sifting confectioner sugar onto her. She screamed in laughter and grabbed Nick's leg, making him fall. Little did she know, however, that he'd fall on top of her. Miley let out a loud laugh, a genuine laugh.

Nick laughed and looked down at her smirking, "hello."

She laughed and smashed confectioners sugar onto her face, "payback's a bitch," she smirked, still laughing.

He glared at her and smirked right back at her, "that was a big mistake, Ms. Stewart."

"Oh yeah," she asked looking into his eyes, trying to search for what he was thinking about for payback, but only getting lost in them.

He nodded, "yeah," he said hazily, he dumped more sugar on her head and she screamed again, "stop it!"

"Never," he laughed before standing up. She reached up for his hands and he helped her up to her feet.

She looked around the kitchen and sighed, shaking her head, "look what you did to the breakfast," Miley whined walking over to the burnt pancakes.

"Hey, I just threw a potato at you, Mi. You're the one who retaliated with an egg," he laughed, starting to cut the potatoes again. "We should probably clean this all up before Demi comes home and freaks."

"You mean you should probably clean it up," she challenged raising her eyebrows.

He chuckled and shook his head, "you wish, Stewart."

A/N: So, I'm not sure if I want them to get together now later. I'm thinking semi-soon, but not like immediately. And yes, Nick is in a gang. We'll get more of the background and 411 on that later. How do you guys like this story so far? Should I continue? Let me know! Thank you for your awesome reviews and thank you for reading! I'm grateful for you all!

Peace. Love. Niley.