Band Member: Luke
Type: Gang AU
Details: A late night walk home from work was about to change things forever.
You’d always hated
working the late shift at the restaurant. It was the busiest time of day, and
when closing time finally rolled around, the sun was long set and you wanted
nothing more than to roll right into bed. Luke usually swung by around eleven
to pick you up, but tonight he had some things to take care of. You didn’t
question it. As far as you were concerned, the less you knew about Luke’s ‘business’, the better. He’d been part of
his gang for longer than you could remember, forever getting himself into
fights and scrapes with their rivals. He’d terrified you to begin with, his
reputation making you want to avoid him at all costs when he first sat at a
booth in your section. He’d taken to you quickly, showing up every other day
and sitting at that same booth, making any excuse just to talk to you. It had
taken weeks for him to persuade you that he wasn’t as fearsome as everyone
thought, and another few days after that before you’d finally agreed to a date.
Three years later, and you still had never made peace with what he did for a
living, but you were too in love to care.
The rain was
drizzling lazily as you stepped out, tugging your hood up over your head and
wrapping your arms around yourself to fight off the chill. You started to
fantasise about the bath you were going to run as soon as you got home, all
bubbles and floral scents and warmth. And there was chocolate in the fridge
too, if Luke hadn’t gotten at it already.
You were so wrapped up in your daydream; it took you a few minutes to pick up
the footsteps trailing behind you. Two pairs of feet thudded against the damp
ground, their owners otherwise silent as they followed your path. You crossed
over the road, slowing a little to allow them to go ahead of you. You knew you
were being ridiculous, but you’d watched enough cop dramas to make yourself
twitchy about walking home alone in the dark.
You listened carefully as you walked, waiting for any sign that they had turned
down a different path. You could still hear their footsteps, splashing in
puddles. You glanced behind you, alarmed to see that they were behind you. You
crossed again, your pace quickening, heart pounding in your chest as you heard
them speed up too. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you dialled Luke’s
number and prayed that he would answer.
You breathed a sigh of relief when the line clicked, and his voice rang
“Hey, babe. What’s up?”
“Luke, I think I’m being followed.” You muttered, trying to keep your voice
down, “there’s two guys behind me, and-”
“Where are you?” he interrupted; only letting you whisper the street name
before he cut you off again. “That’s just before the garage, right? Get in there
now and stay inside, I’m coming to
You tucked your
phone away as the line cut off, half-running down the pavement. The garage was
only a minute away, down a little alley to your right that was fairly short.
The rain had picked up, drops splashing on your cheeks and soaking through to
your skin, making you shiver. As you took the turning, you sneaked a look
behind you, ready to run if they were too close.
The path behind you was empty.
You could have kicked yourself. Of course they weren’t actually following you. You’d let your imagination run away with
you again, and now you’d probably dragged Luke away from something important
for no reason.
He wouldn’t be mad, he never was with you. You could picture it now, the way
he’d wrap you in his arms and promise he’d never let you walk home alone from a
late shift again, even after you told him it was all a big mistake. As
dangerous as he was, nothing comforted you more than being with Luke. You
always felt protected, because you knew he would do anything in his power to
keep you safe.
You were halfway
down the alley when the silhouette appeared at its exit, slowly moving towards
you. He was extremely broad, his bulging muscles flexing as his hands clenched
at his sides. You recognised him immediately as one of the men who’d been
behind you. You paused, heart thudding against your ribcage as you turned to
face the other way, hoping for an escape route.
The second man was tall and slight, but held the same intimidating stance as he
blocked your only way out.
You whipped your head back and forth between them as they drew nearer,
desperate to let out a cry for help but choking on the lump that rose in your
throat. Panicking, you rummaged in your pocket for your phone, your fingers
fumbling on the screen as you scrolled down to Luke’s number. A hand shot out,
knocking it from your grip and sending it tumbling to the floor. The two men
towered above you, backing you up against the wall.
“P-please,” you stammered, “I don’t have any money.”
The tall one laughed, sneering down at you.
“Oh, sweetheart. I’m afraid this isn’t a robbery. It’s a little more… personal.”
You frowned, your whole body beginning to tremble. You’d never seen these two
before in your life, what on earth were they talking about? You glanced at your
phone, lying just behind their feet. There was no way you could reach it;
they’d be able to grab you before you even got close. But you were close enough
to the end of the alleyway that someone might hear you if you screamed. You
took a deep breath, and let out a shriek as loud as you could. The men
flinched, granting you a second of noise before a hand clamped down over your
mouth, cutting it short.
The shorter one had
leapt at you, pressing his whole body weight against your chest as he silenced
you, making it hard to breath. You tugged on his arm, trying your hardest to
shove him off.
“Do that again, and see what happens.” The tall one growled, lifting his shirt
to reveal the gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans. The fight left your
body immediately, your blood turning to ice in your veins at the sight in front
The hand released from your mouth slowly, ready to spring back if you screamed
again. You weren’t that stupid. Whatever these guys wanted from you, it wasn’t
worth risking your life over.
“Much better,” the gunman smirked, dropping the hem of his shirt.
“Please,” you whispered, scared to talk any louder, “please don’t hurt me.”
He leaned closer, motioning for his friend to let go of you. He was heavily
tattooed, swirls of ink stretching up his throat and across the side of his
face. His hair hung limply, greasy tendrils plastered across his forehead. A
small tattoo sat beside his right eye, a tiny black triangle surrounded by
pencil thin dots. You recognised it immediately.
“You’re Jackals.” You croaked, the fear making your voice shake.
Everyone in your
city recognised the Jackal symbol when they saw it. Spray painted on bridges,
carved into trees, tattooed on the skin of its members – it didn’t matter where
it was, people knew to run from it. They were an incredibly dangerous gang,
known for their brutality and inhumane nature. And now two of them were stood
in front of you.
“What do you want from me?” you asked, tears beginning to build as you stood
frozen in place, the rain having now soaked completely through your clothes.
“We need you to pass on a message to your boy, Luke.”
You bit your lip, wondering what Luke had done now. Surely he hadn’t decided to
piss off a Jackal; even he knew how stupid that would be. You nodded, hoping
that showing willingness would get you out of the alleyway sooner rather than
“What do I have to say?”
He laughed again, grinning menacingly at his friend as he tugged his sleeves
“Oh, you don’t have to say anything.”
The first punch hit
you just below your temple, taking you by surprise and forcing you to the
floor. Your head swam, ears ringing and vision blurring as the two of them
pounced. Fists and feet rained down on you, knocking the wind from your lungs
as you curled into a ball, trying to protect yourself. Blood streamed from your
nose, clogging in your throat and making you choke as you gasped for air. You
had never felt so much pain in your life, your whole body screaming out as it
was attacked, skin already beginning to bruise. It felt like a lifetime had
passed before they stopped, allowing you to finally gasp a breath. Your lungs
burned as they struggled to inflate, and you spat mouthfuls of blood, watching
as it swirled in the puddle beneath you.
Your fingers scratched along the floor, reaching desperately for your phone as
the Jackals muttered under their breath to each other. One of them noticed,
scooping it up and drying it off on his jeans. He demanded the passcode from
you, and you managed to faintly reply, too wounded to find the energy to resist
him. You heard the camera shutter noise repeatedly as he took photos of you
lying on the floor, clothes soaked through with rain and blood.
“I bet Luke’s going to open these expecting nudes.” The shorter one sniggered,
scrolling through your contacts and sending Luke the photos of you.
Once they’d sent, he dropped the phone to the floor, slamming his foot down
hard on it until he heard it crack.
“Let’s see if he can find you before you pass out.” He grinned, clapping his
friend on the back as they started to walk away.
You lay there,
shivering from the cold, every muscle in your body protesting as you fumbled
for your phone. The screen was smashed, tiny glass shards crumbling under your
fingers as you desperately tried to call someone. Exhausted, you gave up,
rolling onto your back and letting the rain fall on your face, washing away
some of the blood and stinging your split lip. You didn’t have the energy to
crawl to where you knew Luke would be waiting for you. You just had to hope he
could figure out where you were before it was too late.
You jumped when your phone started to buzz, the vibrations sending pieces of
the broken screen rattling to the floor. You heaved yourself back onto your
side, sliding your finger across the less damaged bottom of the screen and
praying it would work.
“Babe! Babe, what the fuck is going on, where are you?” Luke’s voice was high
and frightened as he shouted down the line. You groaned as you leaned as close
to the microphone as possible, coughing as you tried to speak.
“Alley. Way.” You rasped, chest heaving with the effort of catching your
You heard his sharp intake of breath as he realised what had happened. His tone
shifted immediately, the fear replaced by utter rage.
“I’m coming to find you. I am going to kill
You wheezed heavily,
unable to reply. You could hear him panting down the phone as he ran, your
entire body crying out with relief when you finally heard his footsteps
splashing down the alley way.
He skidded to his knees in front of you, face crumpling as he took in the sight
in front of him.
“Oh, god. Babe.” He whispered,
pulling you up to sit against the wall. His fingertips stroked your face gently
as you groaned, tugging your hood down as he leant over and kissed you on the
“Come on, we need to get you home.”
His strong arms lifted you up, and he cradled you to his chest as he carried
you down the alley. You finally allowed yourself to cry, tears running quietly
down your face as the bruises started to blossom on your cheeks.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you now, you’re safe.” Luke said quietly as you reached
his car. He placed you down gently in the passenger seat, unzipping your coat
and peeling the sodden fabric from your cold skin. Yanking his own coat off, he
took off his dry jumper underneath and tugged it over your head. The soft, warm
fabric took some of the chill away, the smell of Luke’s body enveloping you in
The drive home was
long, the aching in your ribs and swelling on your face stopping you from
falling into the exhausted sleep you craved. Luke was fuming, his hands
gripping the steering wheel so hard you thought he might rip it off completely.
Every few minutes, his phone would ring, and you heard him growling orders down
Find them, now.
I don’t care who you have to go through,
just do it!
It’s definitely them? Okay, get the guys ready.
Tomorrow, then. I’ll be there.
He paused when you finally pulled into your driveway, hands still firmly on the
wheel as he stared forwards through the windscreen.
“This is all my fault.” he mumbled, frowning. “They hurt you, because of me.”
You didn’t know what to say, keeping silent as you reached a hand out to him,
placing it gently on his outstretched arm. He signed, throwing the car door
open and running round to your side. He scooped you into his arms again, taking
you inside and up to the bathroom wordlessly.
You let him tug off
the rest of your soaking clothes, wincing as you stretched out your throbbing muscles.
You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and gasped.
The skin across your torso was mottled in purple and black, your face bloodied
from several cuts to your lip, eyebrow and nose. Your features were distorted
from the swelling, making you look like a monstrous version of yourself. Tears
began to fall from your bloodshot eyes again, and you tried to cover yourself
with your hands, embarrassed.
“Shhh,” Luke hushed, helping you to climb into the bathtub, “it’s okay. It’s
Hugging your knees and hiding your face, you sat still as he poured the hot
water down your back. He tried his best to be gentle, softly coaxing you to
lower your arms and legs so he could have a proper look at the damage. Reluctantly,
you relaxed a little, letting him wash the blood from your skin, and flinching
as he dabbed the flannel over your black eye. He whispered soothingly to you,
trying to calm you as you trembled in front of him.
As the wiped away
the last of the blood, he lifted you from the bath and dried you off, wrapping
you in one of his old shirts and pulling you into his arms.
He stroked your hair as you nestled into his chest, and you could feel how much
he wanted to tighten his grip on you, too scared to do it in case he hurt you.
“I’m going to kill them for this.” He growled, his body tense under yours. He
was furious, and you knew how reckless he could be when he let his emotions get
ahead of him.
“Please don’t do anything stupid,” you mumbled into his chest, “I don’t want to
He pulled away a little, fingers gently tilting your chin up so you could meet
“I nearly lost you tonight,” he said tightly, “I can’t just let that go.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he sighed as he let go of you to answer it.
You couldn’t make out the voice on the other end, but you could tell from the
expression on his face that his retaliation plan was beginning to come
together. He hung up, gripping your shoulders as he lowered his face to yours.
“Luke, please.” You begged,
despite knowing that you would never be able to persuade him not to go after
He looked at you imploringly. “I am going to make sure this never happens to
you ever again. I know you’re scared,
but I need you to trust me. I can do this.”
You glanced down at the floor, suddenly unsure if the ache in your chest was
from the beating you’d taken, or from your heart twisting in fear at his words.
You knew Luke was strong, and you knew he was powerful. With his friends behind
him, there wasn’t much he couldn’t do. But the Jackals were something else.
They were above reproach; even the city police had a healthy fear of them.
You didn’t want to know what Luke had done to piss them off. Whatever it was,
it was finished with now. But what they’d done to you was nothing, he could get
himself killed going after them.
“Please, babe.” He pleaded, “If I don’t, they’ll only come after you again. Let
me keep you safe.”
Reluctantly, you sighed.
“Just promise me you’ll come home in one piece.”
He pulled you in close again, his hands stroking up and down your back.
“I promise.” He whispered. “I love you.”