Gangsta Lovin 


If you are not of legal age or offended by m/m then please exit. This story is from my twisted mind, if it bares any resemblance to any other works it is purely coincidental. Copyright by: Udream. This story is not to be distribute without authors consent. Thank you and enjoy.

Chapter 1- Love Or Death

I ran and ran as fast and as far as I could, but I couldn't anymore. I saw an alley way that was almost pitch black. I ran to it, to safety, but I only made it by the entrance. My body collapsing against the hard black brick wall.

Inside I was screaming "They're coming, they're almost here, run." But my body could no longer hold up. Constantly running, hiding and fighting for the last two weeks. I was too tired. All I could do now is pray, pray they wont see me. Pray the streets would hold me safe.

I sat there. My pants and shirt soaked in mud, sweat and blood. My hair like a mop on my head. My ribs screaming pain. My boots feeling like 3 tons of weight. My eyes begging to shut. My body absolutely defying my mind.

Asking the dark to hold me and keep me. Asking the cold concrete and unforgiving brick walls full of grime, blood and chalk to hold me and keep me. Asking the God I've never really known to hold me and keep me.

I heard footsteps rapidly approaching. I pulled my legs to my chest. Trying my hardest to control my breathing, and to stay awake. How the hell did I manage to get here?

The men finally caught up to me. They stood and stared at me, but weirdly enough they didn't move. At this point I was really worried. This for all could be the last time I saw the street. The last time I heard the music of the streets. The last time I did anything. I look up in the eyes of the men that are about to sign my death slip.

I saw their eyes and they kept looking down at me and then up. I tried to move my head to see what they were looking at, but my head would not acknowledge the command my mind was getting. All I could do was look down. When I did I saw one words, 'Love.'

Love is synonymous with murder out here in Brooklyn. Those words mean something more then candle lights and walks watching the moon out here, they mean danger. Love is an all man, well organized gang. The graffiti on the floor and I'm guessing on the wall means this is their property.

These guys are bad to the bone. They wont think twice about killing you. They're the bastards you hear about on T.V All they're dirt up in the air. If you ever want somebody tortured, call on them. That's their specialty. I'd never do business with them. I've always made sure to stay away from them.

I snapped out of it when I heard the men running the direction they came. I tried to get up. Tried to move from their grounds, but my legs would not hold up. I tried to keep my eyes open, but my eye lids were fighting me the whole way.


I didn't wake to the cold concrete as I expected. I woke to the op posite, a nice soft bed. I looked around, the room was massive and it lo oked really expensive. Decked out in flashy furniture and a massive big screen TV. I jumped up and immediately regretted it. My ribs were making themselves painfully clear to take it easy.

I realized that I wasn't in the muddy clothes anymore. That I had silk pajama bottoms on and my ribs were wrapped up tight. I don't know about you but I'm getting worried. I past out on Love grounds and I'm still alive. Oh no, I am a live, right? As if reading my thoughts the door to my room is immediately opened. I jumped up again and was ready.

In walked this man. Decked out in a Hugo Boss type suit that didn't hide his muscular physique. About 6ft, 190 pounds give or take. Sunglasses on and just looking like his name should be smooth! I was in position, ready to swing, ready to fight. I watched him carefully as he walked in. Damn he looked good. Hazel eyes, short hair, nice soft complexion. My eyes trailed a lil bit down but were immediately stopped when I came across his neck and he had the infamous tattoo of a small heart in blood red.

No fucking way was I in one of the loves apartment. I looked up and he had a smirk on his face. His eyes were so soft but that was deceiving, I knew that. Within a second he lunged at me. His legs flying for my ribs. His martial arts trainer and the streets did him justice.

Unfortunetly I have no martial arts training. The only trainig I got was from the streets. I held my own with him barely, but I was rapidly getting tired. He was whipping my ass to be honest, but not to the point where he's coming out of this thing without a scratch. All I knew was If was going to live through him I was going to have to do something fast.

Then I saw my opening. Their was this scarf laying on the couch in the room with one leap I had it my hand and with another move I had it wrapped around his throat. I applied pressure to make him calm the fuck down. What the fuck am I to do. I know better then to kill a love. That would be signing my own death warrant. I let the scarf slide tightly over his chest and once under it I tied it really tight. I grabbed his legs and tied it with a sheet. The whole time he didn't even say a word. I know that these ties wouldn't last long, but they would last long enough.

I needed to get home. Get on my turf. Get onto Predator grounds. I found my clothes washed and cleaned. I found that odd, but I kept it moving. Keeping it moving is the determined factor of why I'm still alive. I went down the laundry shoot and went through the back way. The pain was almost unbearable. I jumped on a train and was out.

I sighed a relief when I came to my stop. Now all I gotta do is make it two blocks and I'm home. Of course shit wouldn't be that simple. As soon as I came off the train who should I see, the fucking ass holes from last night. All nine of them looking desperate.

They knew if I got home, they would never see home again. They were desperate to find me, kill me, bury me and hope nobody saw us together. I looked at them and was off. I jumped into the train terminal and was out, they followed of course.

I silently thanked my friends who I use to play in the terminals with when I was young. I knew this terminal, I knew all the train terminals in New York like the back of my hand.

When we got to a place with no lights. About a half a mile or so in the terminal. I grabbed two rocks on the floor and leaned up as close as I could in this little dip in the wall. I threw both rocks as far ahead as I could. Which made the nine stupid asses take off running full speed in that direction. Completely passing me. And they say you cant learn anything from TV. I of course did a slow silent jog towards the train stop.

As I jumped out the terminal they saw me and took off running, but they were too far to catch up with me. I ran those two blocks as fast as I could, and as soon as I reached I howled twice. This was to let all my brothers know that their lone wolf was home and in pursuit.

My brothers must have been worried when I didn't come back last night. This was all needed. I stepped into the shadows of home. I waited for the sound I knew would come. I heard it, nine gun shots rang clear in the night and was finished off by a howl.

Contently I walked into home with a chorus of howls, barks and bird calls echoing through the air. My brothers were welcoming me home, were giving me respect. We had a tight little alley way. Seven buildings all together. Three on each side and one at the dead end.

I walked into the furthest apartment building, the one at the dead end. It was the biggest and most well protected. You had to pass all the others to get to this one. So of course this is where all the top figures of the gang laid their head. Outside it looked terrible as did all of them, but it was a complete different story inside. Inside all of them looked like a four star hotel. Decked out in the finest furniture, leathers, glass and wood.

I took the elevator up to the top floor. On the top floor held four apartments. These apartments could make apartments in Manhattan feel jealous. Three of the apartments were for the heads of the gang.

In the beginning it was three individual gangs. The first was the RotWilders, known for being loyal and wild. Ready to go to war at the drop of pin, but they were mischievous.

The second was the Birds, known for knowing everything that went on in the hood, but they weren't the best fighters. Anything that happened they knew about though. Someone got killed, and didn't want any one knowing about it. They pay off the Birds. One of your boys got robbed you go to the birds with a small fee and they tell you on the spot who did it.

The third was the Wolves, known for being swift and calculating. Out of all three they were the best, we are the best. We got the most respect out of them all. We've even been hired by the government a few times to look over a few politicians in harms way.

The three of us were allies for a long time. Then the heads just decided to join together. Thus naming us the Predators.

The ding from the elevator snapped me out of thought. I walked out into the hall and into the fourth room. This was where they met, talked business and chilled at. As I walked in the three of them stood looking at me.Their was a man I didn't know beside them.

He was banging, sexy. Decked out in an Iceberg valor suit that would run for a lot of money in a store. The soft material was the complete opposite of his body. If their was a rock about 6.2, 200 pounds give or take it would be him. He was huge and just oozed out sexiness. He had the softest brown skin. His hair was curly and long reaching down to the small of his back. His eyes an intense gray. I couldn't quite pin point if he was black or Latino, probably mixed.

I stood firm, my head up high. Looking them all in the eye. Trying to tell my 'partner' that he didn't need to stand at attention as well. Thank God for baggy pants!

"Rafael this is Lovin, Lovin this is Rafael."

My mouth dropped open and my 'partner' dropped down as well. Lovin was the head of Love. A cold murdering prick. I immediately came on alert. I positioned myself between him and my bosses. Never taking my eyes off him. This made everyone in the room laugh but me.

"Rafael if I were going to kill them don't you think I would have tried something already." He said in a voice that drove me wild. He had a good point but that still didn't mean shit to me. I continued standing there looking dead at him.

"I mean honestly do you think you could protect them from me if you wanted. Your in bad shape as it is. You only slept 4 hours. Your ribs are soar and you've been on your feet minus 4 hours for two weeks. Do you think you could hold me" he said.

"I doubt I can but I'll die trying." Was my only reply.

Again everyone broke out in laughter again which got me a little heated. The bosses are smarter then this. You cant trust a Love. Especially not the head of Love. While they were laughing I took a look behind me, but I kept an eye on him. Which he must not have saw because I saw his hand coming straight at my ribs.

I immediately jumped to the side and it was on from there. We were in a full battle. He was fast and skilled. More so then me. I was lacking on speed and skill and also tired so I had to use my head. Felt like I was playing chess all over again with my grandpa. "Always know what's going to happen 5 steps ahead" I heard his crisp tired voice saying in my head.

The fighting must have went on forever I was getting so tired, so beat down. He threw a dagger at one of the heads and I didn't trust myself to grab it out of the air being so tired. So I did the only thing and jumped in front of it and howled at the top of my lungs. My brothers would need to come take care of this after me.

I know what your thinking why didn't I howl before? I would have howled before but the heads like to keep things on the low as much as possible. If a matter can be solved without every one knowing, then that's the best way. I braced myself for the knife. When it hit me in the chest I was in complete shock. It was rubber. It bounced off my chest and fell to the ground.

The apartment got swamped with predators. Some came through the window, front door, secret doors and what not. They were all ready. They grabbed him quick and had a knife at his neck in no time. The heads sat there with not so much as sweat on their brow.

It was so silent. I was still touching the skin the fake knife touched and was wondering what the hell was going on. All of a sudden the heads dismissed everyone with their hands. Everyone was reluctant to go, but would never disobey an order. The man holding Lovin was the last to go. He sat down with a smirk on his face, that I would love to just cut right off his face.

"Take a seat Rafael" Bird said. I was looking between Lovin and the heads and was completely confused.

"That's an order Rafael."

I grabbed a seat and put it between Lovin and the heads which made them chuckle. By now I was tired and frustrated.

Wolf, one of the heads stood up and came by me. He patted my back like a father would do a son and gave my shoulder a squeeze. Wolf was the head I was most fond of. I'm part of his entourage. I'm one of his personal guards. When I lost my family, him and his family became mine.

"He's no threat to us son. We have a special job. We needed a strong man. Someone who is intelligent, resilient, skillful and trustworthy. Those nine men weren't...regular... street thugs. They were nine of the best hit men in New York outside of Predators and Love. A million a piece they would have gotten if they were successful in killing you. Plus we had birds watching you the whole time. You managed to shake them off more then once. Which never happened to them before." Said Wolf while he made it back to his seat and gave Bird a smug smile.

"For two weeks they made sure to keep you as far as possible from predator grounds. They constantly kept you on the run, pursuing you. Chasing you out of Brooklyn into Queens, Bronx and Harlem. No matter how tight of a situation you came in you always seemed to get out of it." Bird informed me.

"Lovin here was there when you showed up on his doorstep. He was in a window in back of you the whole time with a few friends pointing loaded weapons at them while you passed out on their grounds. It was decided to give you a little break before we really tried you. We put you in the heart of Love's quarters. The first person we put on you was Lovin's head bodyguard. After only four hours you were ready again. Somehow you made it out of their alive." Rotwilder added.

"We tipped the nine hit men about you being on the train heading for grounds. Then again you showed your skills and made it home. We thought that by the time you actually made it in here you'd have trouble standing up. That wasn't the case at all. You had enough heart to fight Lovin who is more then a handful. Even though it was clear that you were tired, in pain, hungry. If this situation was real you would have probably died, but so would have Lovin. Which shows us that your the man for this position. We have a spare room made up for you over then son." Wolf finished off.

"We'll tell you all about it in the morning" said Lovin.

I was completely in shock after hearing all that, but I was too tired to actually think about it. So with that I gave Lovin one more unsure look and limped my sagging remains into the room Wolf pointed to. I flung myself on the mattress and was out before touching it.

To Be Continued...
Please do not forgot feedback!! Email me at