Oh My Gangsta. DISCLAIMER. This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 

The author does not endorse or condone any behavior enclosed within. The subject matter is not appropriate for minors. Please note this novel contains profanity and violence. 

Oh My Gangsta 

Part One 

I say one day at a time for me. Yet living life on the edge of your seat is like playing a game of cat and mouse. It can be thrilling at first ...but after a while it soon catches up with you and you get caught. But this time I'm the cat and I've been caught by a vicious dog. Although I would never let on with the rest of my friends that my vicious dog happens to be the next head of his family group. Luca Atsuko. That's him, crazy fucking asshole. 

Honestly I'm not the kind to scare easily. I've had all sorts pulled on me. Guns, knives, whatever. They barely made my pulse rise. But the second Luca Atsuko said my name, I felt the fear of God. It was as if I had been stabbed straight through to my very core with a shaft of pure ice. I stopped breathing for a second as every part of me froze, looking up at the handsome half Japanese, english gangster. "You look a little off." He said in that deep sombre of a voice, that shook my insides. 

"I'm not!" I bit back. Wrong move really, because beneath him, I'm just a small animal and he is the devil himself. "

"Funny, Miles. You act tough, but you're weak as shit." 

"I don't care!" I do care. Compared to him, I'm like a weed in an overgrown garden of poisonous man eating plants, with thorns sharp enough to pierce anyone who stands in their way. 

He moved towards me, tipped my head back with his finger at my chin. "Mouthy." He said now, grabbing my face. "I need to shut you up." I closed my eyes waiting for the punch. It never came and I peeked. He was smiling at me, the smile of a demon. "You're coming with me." He whispers. "

What?"

"Right. Get him up and put him in my car." I was frozen with fear. What's he up to? What's he going to do with me? "We're leaving!" And his bodyguard hauled me over his shoulder. Luca walked behind us, watching me. I gave up after a few minutes of fighting and just let it happen. I don't really have a choice, is what I thought. I'm going to get hurt tonight. Badly. All because me and my guys tried to get into one of his clubs and caused a major ruckus when they wouldn't let us even get past security. It's not like we've never been in that place, so why now? Why would he come after me now? After all this time, why? 

I kept my mouth shut the whole drive. I didn't want to provoke the man in front of me. The very beautiful, yet evil Luca. I've seen him many times from afar, he was beautiful in those moments, but being this close to him I see it in great detail. Perfect eyebrows, perfect skin, perfect deep brown alluring eyes. "You stare, a lot." He said, leaning closer to me. "I must admit, you're very pretty." I sniggered at his remark. 

"I'm not a girl." 

"I know." He smiles. I turned away from him and tried to look through the tinted windows as to where I am, no such luck. I'm doomed, fucking doomed. I have one of the most powerful guys sitting in front of me and no way out. Although, I'd die before he could use me for anything, I mean anything. No way would I become one of his pathetic puppets. I don't work that way and I sure as hell don't work for anyone else but me. "We are here." He said, moving towards me in his huge ass car. 

"...Wait…" Then a searing sharp pain shot through my skull, to then nothing. Everything had gone dark. I'm sitting in a dark place, with no one around me. It's a dream, I'm dreaming. I often have this nagging recurring dream of nothing but blackness, sitting alone, weeping in my hands wishing someone would come and take me away from my life. Praying to and invisible god for some kind of fucking break. 

"Wake up…" I heard the voice, it echoed through my mind and I blinked, then rubbed my hands down my face. "Finally." Said Luca standing over me. His shadow is like a looming demon. 

"Where are we?" I asked, trying to sit myself up. My head was pounding from the force of his fist back in the car. Fucking asshole. Didn't have to freaking hit me. 

"You're in my home, Miles." 

"Why?" Holy shit! Why the fuck am I in his home? 

"Because I feel more comfortable here." I scratched my head and leant against my knees. He leans back against a sofa, each of his massive hands fisting the edge of the soft furnishing. He was wearing an expensive as hell suit, perfectly tailored to his every hard line. The watch on his wrist was probably worth more than most people's houses. But he looked comfortable here, unlike me. 

"I don't want to be here. Let me go, I've done nothing wrong." 

"You're a little boy, Miles. And you're way out of your depth. Have been for a while. Problem is, now you're in my way. Are you going to get out of my way, Miles? Or am I going to have to move you?" I swallowed. I was afraid, but I wasn't going to let fear rule me. This was a test to see if I could be intimidated. I'd done this to guys myself. The trick wasn't going to work on me though. If he wanted me dead, I'd already be dead. That meant Luca wanted something else. 

"Depends what you want." I mumbled. 

"Depends," He repeated, smirking. "I see. Maybe I do want something else from you, would you give it to me?" 

"Still, depends."

"Your body." I gasped. "Shocking, right?" 

"You're fucking joking?" He stopped smiling, his face twisted into a look that made my stomach threaten to fall out my arse. 

"I never Joke Miles." I'd heard along the grapevine about his (tastes). Didn't think it was actually true though. 

"I don't understand. We were only trying to get into the damn club." 

"I know. I was there. You've been making a lot of noise lately at my clubs."

"Well…I…." I stuttered. Holy shit! I'm fucked… No pun intended. 

“I noticed you amongst the crowd a few weeks back." 

"So. I don't do anything that puts you out of business." He laughed and neared me. I pulled my knees up as some kind of shield. 

"I don't really give a shit about what you and your pathetic excuse of a gang do. I'm interested in you, Miles." He said, running his fingers down my cheek. "Just you."

"Why. I'm no one. I have nothing to offer to you…" He stopped me, his hand on my mouth.

"Your body. I want your body." I shook my head a little. He wants my Body. My Body. My Body. I repeat over and over again in my head. 

"I...I'm not gay." He smirks again. Not gonna tell him I am. Even my gang don't know.

"One night with me Miles, will make you beg for more." He said, his lips spreading into a dark, handsome smile. "You need more encouragement. I’m sure I can find something to persuade you." 

"No,” I said with a little too much oomph. 

"You look worried," Luca purred. "Which means you've either never felt the tip of ecstasy, or you actually want it." He was definitely living up to his reputation for being dangerously perceptive. 

"I just don't care," I lied. "You can threaten me with whatever the fuck you want. But I will not give you any satisfaction." Luca smiles almost pityingly. 

"You know, when you're young, you should be enjoying life to its fullest," he said, tapping his hand against my cheek. "I think I need to teach you a lesson." I had heard the stories. That Luca had ways of making grown men beg and cry. Yet if I had done either one of those things it would have been an embarrassment to my name, but as Luca purred that silken threat down at me, I did the one thing a wanna be gang boss should absolutely never do in a tense standoff with a predatory mafia don. 

I fucking blushed.