I walk up the steps to the police station and clutch the sandwich tighter in my hands. I hate going into places and having to talk to people I don't know. Still I plaster a smile on my face and pull the door open. Immediately I'm met with a cold breeze and I almost freeze mid-step.

As my eyes adjust to the light I take in my surroundings, the police station was daunting and very little light came in through the tinted windows. After scanning the room I spot an officer at the front desk, with a quick intake of breath I walk up to the counter.

"U-Um excuse me sir"

The officer scans me his eyes hold a rare tint of emotion that scares me. Shifting I cross my arms and wait for him to answer.

"How may I help you miss"

His eyes never left me as I stood in front of him. Feeling uncomfortable at his constant stare I ignored the fact that I felt another pair of eyes piercing through me.

"Um...my uncle, um he asked me to bring him some lunch so can you tell me were he is"

He nods briefly before answering.

"Your lucky miss he's in his office today I'll get him for you."

"Oh it's my uncle paul by the way!" I call after the officer as he turns around but as I mention my uncle he turns around will a smirk.

"Oh I know who you are, I knew who you were looking for"

I let out a small chuckle shaking off the feeling, of course he knew who I was, I'm sure my uncle mentioned having to take in his niece from America.

With a wink he left and I decided to sit down. I quickly turn around not paying attention as I was lost in thought but I slam into something hard. Really hard. I look up and blood floods to my cheeks, as I stare at the man I just bumped into.

"Oh my, oh I'm so sorry"

His arms reach out to steady me and I can't help but notice that his hands fit completely around my arm. I tilt my head up and I see a guy around my age but most likely older. his jet black hair made his piercing blue eyes seem like they were looking straight through me. Not to mention his jaw was sharp and the 5 o'clock shadow he was bearing brightened his eyes.  His nose made his face perfectly symmetrical and as they lead down into his lips, I couldn't help but notice how they were a deep red.

His white shirt hugged tightly to his arms and chest and his leather jacket seemed to compliment his large frame. With tattoos peaking out the sleeves of his jacket and the fact that he was sitting in a police station gave me the impression this was not a man I should be associating with.

I gulp and try to step back, but the beautiful mans grip tightens as him leaves his chest. He bites his lip then slowly his tongue peeks out swiping his plump bottom lip.

"It's no problem baby girl"

His husky voice caught my attention and I suddenly remember how we ended up in this situation. I let out a small breath as snap out of my trance once again trying to back away.

Shifting I tried to move away from his grasp but he wasn't letting go. Pulling my body against his he gets a better hold on me, and my breathing starts to get heavier.

Trying not to make it noticeable considering we were in a police station, I attempt to wiggle away and subtly push against his broad chest but he had no intention of letting go.

" uh... Um p-please let me g-go"

He laughs then looks down at me his eye flashing me a dominating look that made me want to cower. He slowly slides his hands up under my sweater and he rubs circles into my hips. I squeak and my body naturally squirms away, but the man anticipated my movement. Holding me against him I feel his breath against the crown of my lips as he talks to me.

"What a cute little thing you are, w-"

He was cut off by a yell, the voice belonging to my uncle.

"CADE"

His footsteps now sound close behind me and my uncle speaks once again.

"let my niece go, and stay out of trouble"

The man, Cade I'm assuming chuckles, and his chest vibrates against mine. Swiftly he leans down and plants a kiss on my cheek. He walks out with a smirk, and before the door closes I catch him winking.

I take a deep shaking breath as I turn to my Uncle Paul. Examining my scared expression he lets out a sigh.

"Don't worry Kay, that boy, he was probably trying to make me mad again, he's always causing trouble, big trouble"

I knew Cade was trouble but what kind of trouble I didn't know. I was a good girl I never got in trouble and my parents had no problem isolating me from the atrocities of the world.

"What kind of trouble Uncle Paul"

Sighing he shakes his head with a exasperated expression.

"I mean big trouble Kay, like street fighting and..."

He trails off giving me a worried glance which only made me more curious.

"What is it"

He takes a deep breath and I could see him debating wether he should tell me or not. Nodding my head in encouragement, his shoulders drop letting me know he's going to tell me.

"Kay that man is a very powerful one, he's in a gang that basically rules London and the rest of the UK, you do not want to get mixed up in that and I don't want to see you talk to him again"

I nod quickly in response. I wanted nothing to do with something dangerous and I was happy never to talk to the man with the piercing blue eyes ever again. 

I try to piece together all the information that has been thrown at me and I if he's so dangerous why wasn't he locked up, and what exactly has he done to earn him that title. My uncle is quick to read my expression and gives me the short answer.

"Kay he's the leader"