When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream

Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems

No one ever wants or bothers to explain

Of the heartache life can bring and what it means

The hot pottery of the coffee mug stung my hand slightly as I approached Ace. The smell of bacon and coffee filled the air. I looked around the dinner, it was mostly full but unfortunately no one needed my assistance apart from the man sitting in front of me.

Ace adjusted his shades and pushed the chair opposite him out with his foot, intending for me to sit there. He looked me up and down then motioned for me to sit. I placed the mug of coffee on the table for him.

"sit" he demanded.

I would normally feel like pouting or going in a huff but I felt on the edge, people in the dinner were sat eating comfortably and no one needed my assistance. I did as he said and sat in the chair opposite him. He had a relaxed, calm posture, all collected and cool.

"I want you to do me a few favours and I promise I wont tell butch a word of what I saw" he spoke out quietly, which I was grateful for.

I looked at him with a confused expression trying for the last time to play dumb even though I knew it wouldn't work, the look on his face told me that alone.

"you didn't see anything…you ran into me on the stairs?" I replied in a more honest manner than I had intended.

He eyes fixed directly on mine through his shades, he gave me a curious look.

"why are you denying it blondie?" I opened my mouth to speak but nothing followed. I felt like kicking him even if it was me who was in the wrong. The though of him even hinting to butch about what I did made me feel sick.

"we both knew what you did girl. I know that look, and you can't lie to save your live," ace shuffled his hands into his leather jacket pockets, his eyes still looking at my face.

"nothing happened" my tone was quiet and unsure, my cheeks suddenly felt warm, I gulped discreetly.

"so that's why you were sweating and had your clothes on inside out with that flushed look on your face?" his voice was laced thick with attitude and certainty, he tilted his head slightly.

Was he enjoying this? I started to think maybe I should tell butch and be honest but that though made my heart ache. I couldn't think of any good enough excuse to justify my actions that day. My lip trembled but I stood my ground I was not going to cry in front of a gang leader.

"what do you want?" I said as bravely as I could without showing my hurt. He smirked at me, his strong jaw complimenting his handsome face I traced his features with interest but only slightly, rough life on the streets was evident and it showed on him. This made him attractive in an dangerous way.

"aww babe, have I got you all worried?" he voiced. I glanced at the salt shaker on the table my eye lids lowered, It wasn't just worring me it was hurting me.

"you feel guilty don't you, I can tell honey" I looked into his eyes you could see them slightly through his shades thanks to the harsh lights of the dinner. I prayed someone would call for my assistance… nothing. Ace laughed I couldn't believe how a human being could be so insensitive.

"don't you worry, I wont be too harsh, as its you" he winked what?

Just then the door swung open, snakes voice was urgent "ace trouble."

In a few seconds, ace was out the door leaving without a word. I signed glad he left. A slight racket came from the kitchen and my boss shouted profanity words as I went to inspect.

"grill's broke again" my boss looked at me by the looks of it he had burnt his hands on the stove.

I was sent home early and the dinner closed for the day. It was cold out so I wrapped my coat tightly around my body.

The streets were covered in graffiti and a group of shady looking young men were gathered outside the steps of an apartment building. They were all smoking, talking loudly as I walked passed. I felt uncomfortable under their gaze. Two of them whistled at me and I suddenly felt embarrassed.

"I think that's butch's chick, I'd ride that" I heard the hooded young man. They all laughed at his sniddey comment and carried on with their business. I felt a shiver go up my spine I had the feeling I was being followed by one of them, but shook it off. I only had one block to my apartment building by the time I turned this nearby corner.

The alley was caved and small, Suddenly I felt a large hand clasp around my mouth from behind, I had been followed, Panic took over and I tried to scream and I kicked but it didn't make a difference, he quickly swung me around to trap me against the wall with him shifting his weight on me.

"Bubbles" he said with amusement which scared me half to death, I looked up at him and he slowly removed his hand from my mouth. Stan.

"wha…oh my god it's you" I let out a shaky breath. He was still pushed up against me, but he loosened his grip slightly, seems as I had stopped attempting to scream

"I wondered if you wanted to come back to mine?" his suggestive tone echoed the concrete walls around us, the small blue tattoo on his face stretched as he smirked. That's all I was, an object. I had fallen because of lust with him before, but never again. ever.

"no, I don't want to, it was a stupid mistake" this only made him smirk wider he shook his head mockingly

"you've said that before" he cupped my chin and snaked his head under to kiss my neck "remember…"

I knocked on the wooden door "well, well, hello" Stan was leaning against the door frame his jeans hung low and he was shirtless, I heard low music coming from his apartment sounded like house music and psychedelics. I stood tall in his door way with a confident posture, the dark stairwell made him look mysterious, there was more light coming from his apartment than there was out here. "I just wanted to make something clear, when you kissed me without my consent the other day, I didn't appreciate that and I wanted to tell you to stop hassling me or I'll.." it was hypocritical of me to be there. I know that now. I just wanted to be brave and sort this out myself. "or you'll do what?" his eyes darkened his slight trailed down my body he cupped my elbow with his fist completely covering it and pulled me into his apartment, my eyes widened, I resisted by budging my arm off his tight and painful grasp.

"you'll do what" he repeated he closed the door with his hand, and pushed me against it. That heated look in his eyes made me squirm within his grasp. He crashed his lips onto mine he was rough, passionate and he cupped my chin upwards giving me no escape. My hair fell lose around my shoulders, his fingers tangling through the silken strands of my hair, his other hand trailing up my bare leg and up past the hem of my work dress to my thigh, his rough hand smoothed down and around my upper thigh pulling me towards him, trying to get me into play. I looked up at his handsome face. He bit at my neck on a sensitive spot and I moaned softly closing my eyes my head tilted back letting him bit down more, this hand on my thigh travelled up higher, without warning he pushed his fingers up, I gasped as he began pumping them viciously, fast, I gasped and my eyes froze open as he bit down onto my neck harder 'mmmm' I moaned quietly my hand gripped onto his moving arm, he went faster at a higher angle he looked at me and his eyes darkened he stopped and left me shivering slightly. This needed to stop, but my body contradicted.

Stan breathed down my neck "remember the way you asked for it" the wind whipped around us and whistled through the city air

His expression was suddenly serious and insistent he kissed me and took hold of my coat pulling it down out of my arms it slipped onto the wooden flooring. In two quick movements he removed my dress pulling the buttons apart, it ripped as easily as velcro. He clasped his hands around my hips and pushed my body against his I kissed him and wrapped my arms around his neck he snickered darkly and slipped off his jeans as well as his boxers I froze as he pulled down my underwear I let out a shaky breath, unsure completely. He pushed me against the wall looking me over.

I felt disgusted. butch was the only man I ever wanted like that.

"don't stop.." I whispered and kissed him, he wrapped his hands around each of my thighs, hoisting me up against the wall. Our kisses were heated and both our bodies were tensed, ready for what was to come. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back against the wall, we moaned louder and I gripped him desperately pulling him as close as possible , he was thrusting up into me harder, faster, deeper in a steady rhythm of our bodies. His hips rammed up against mine I panted against his skin, my soft high pitched moan echoed off the thin walls of the apartment, his grip was so tight on my thighs almost painful, keeping me in place. "fuck" he moaned. I'm sure the sound of my voice is what made him ram this hard too, I arched my back making it easier for him. I could feel him just right, then I felt his release. We moaned and he leaned us against the wall my legs felt unbelievably weak and they went slack he shifted us to rest on the bed all sweaty and out of breath, with him on top of me, our breathing slowly steadied and we were relaxed. I breathed out a long slow breath and he rested his head on one fist as he propped up his elbow next to my face. He grinned down at me victoriously. he'd got what he wanted.

I pushed Stan away with force he stumbled back away from me.

"It was a mistake," I repeated "I don't want you, Leave me alone" I went to make a quick exit from the dark alley. The clouds were rolling in above and the sky darkened. I heard him approach me from loud footsteps heading my way from behind.

"so what was that other time about and the time before that?" Stan slipped his hands in his jean pockets casually that scowl he had still remained on his face.

"please just leave me alone" I could stand this anymore

"or don't you want your boyfriend finding out?" his tone was more serious and I paused, my breath caught my throat.

"this isn't over babe" Stan said leaving, he turned the other way and walked towards two men that were calling him over. As soon as I turned my head toward to head home, Ace was stood two feet in front of me.

He looked over at Stan and the men that had their backs to us walking away. I noticed that Ace's knuckles were white and he had blood on his hand, he must have just been in a fight.

"you do know he's the enemy?" he motioned for me to look at Stan. His eyes were pasted with anger but you could only sense his wrath just slightly, he glared at me. I knew that in the city that gangs are far more complicated and dangerous than I could ever imagine and to these men pride comes first. Ace was reading me i felt adrenaline rush through my veins and i felt sadness for butch.

"It was him?"

A/N: apologies for it taking so long but here it is chapter 4. If you review be please be nice and any constructive criticism is welcome.

Thanks for reading! Even if there aren't that many of you atm :P