It all started with a bang.

The screams of terror that came from below, the children crying, people dying; the shrilling sounds played like a never ending record throughout the deadly streets of Brooklyn.

The once peaceful city soon became a hazardous, maneuvering, sketchy area. Nobody was safe anymore, not even in their own homes. Police patrolled along the streets everyday, every second, cuffing just about anyone who dared to cross their path; there was no one that you could trust here anymore. There were no boundaries. There was no protection.

Gangs crawled around every corner, dodging the police when they could. The streets were dingy, the dust and dirt that was constantly flying around became intoxicating, you could barely breathe nevertheless walk down the sidewalk without coughing up something fierce. There was never a moment of silence. When they say that the city never sleeps, they sure as hell didn't exclude Brooklyn.

It never used to be this way, though. Unbelievably, it was once a peaceful, serene city, filled with laughter and kind humans; until the stock markets boomed and the banks failed, and a certain family began to rise in wealth.

The Friars were the richest family within a 100 mile radius of Brooklyn. They began climbing their way to the top twenty years ago, Mr. Friar owning every single bank in the complete area, along with insurance companies, bar's, and car dealerships. The family was to be feared; no one dared to mess with them. They were careless souls that did as they pleased, bathing in their wealth and filthy money, not once thinking about the consequences or severe pain they had caused.

Until an outbreak started, and the violence pursued.

James Friar was shot by a gang of men on a cold Saturday night, outside of his own bar. The men were vengeful, causing terror to strike throughout the town, as they blamed Mr. Friar himself; as he had costed them lifelong debt. They assumed it was payback.

But it didn't end there.

Not only did the violence continue, but it began to grow as Lucas Friar, the only son of James Friar, began seething revenge for his father, after what they had done. He was only twenty years old when this all began; but he wasn't going to stop there.

His mother passed not too long thereafter,

Leaving him to the throne, leaving him with the castle and empire his family had begun to create.

He was in charge. He owned it all, instantly. And the desire to have everyone bow down to him at his commands became deathly.

He had taken homes, jobs, even going as far as to taking lives; tearing families apart, ripping away every last shred of happiness people had consumed.

Lucas Friar was determined to have kingdom, no matter what it took. His vengeance only grew and his habits grew stronger; his addictions were menacing and his intentions were cruel.

He wanted immense power. He needed be in control.

And once he had a mere grasp of that power,

he used every single bit of it to his damned advantage.

He was living like a king.

He began to rise so high until every living thing feared him, people not daring to once glance into his dark, culling eyes as he walked down the scattered streets.

He was to be called Sir, by everyone. And if they didn't call him that, then he would have an excuse to shoot them for their lack of respect for him. He had people wrapped around his little finger in a constant loop hole, a never ending way out.

Once you were in Brooklyn, there was no way in hell of getting out.

He was living in his castle, the world at his fingertips.

Until he met a girl;

And suddenly the idea of sharing the throne didn't seem too bad.

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The cold, stone room was eerily silent, the only sound audible was the emerging screeches of cars rushing by below, and the ticking noise of nails tapping against a tabletop lightly.

Sunlight crept in through the tall, glass encased windows, making patterns shine on the floor below. The grey room was sparkling a light gold, definitely not looking like it usually does; dark, and isolated. The only things sitting in the vastly gigantic room, were two large, leather black chairs, sat in the center with a light gaging down upon them.

And there sat Lucas Friar on his throne, with Riley Matthews by his side in one of her own.

Riley's nails scrapped against the woodwork on the table between them, getting engrossed within her thoughts to not notice much as she was scrolling through her phone mindlessly.

Lucas was tilted back in his chair slyly, a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he released small puffs of smoke, staring over towards the pretty brunette.

He slowly sat upwards, inching his hand towards her own as he suddenly began to make traces upon her wrist, making her hand stop momentarily, as her eyes wandered over to Lucas'.

He relented a smirk, as Riley slowly set her phone down onto her thigh.

"What are you doing, Mr. Friar?" She whispered, his swirls of circles making her mind go completely fuzzy. He just shrugged, tracing lines down her long fingers with his calloused fingertips. "You're just making me crazy, that's all doll." He smiled, slipping his hand away so that he could occupy it with the cigar he just popped out of mouth.

Riley's red stained lips curves upwards, eyes sparkling with love and fiery passion. Her long brown locks were curled perfectly, as they were pinned to one side of her head as they flowed down effortlessly. She had on a strapless black dress, with lace adorned around it. One leg of hers was crossed over the other, the slit that was cut perfectly down the side of the dress revealed the whole of her leg, making Lucas' heard swirl. Her heels were dangling on her feet, as they moved slowly.

She was intimidating.

But, so was he.

His dark blonde hair was perfectly fluffed and waxed up into a swoop, his skin was glowing from just being freshly shaved. His fitted black suit held against him perfectly well, his lips pink and juicy. His jawline was as sharp as a knife, and the black tie around his neck hung loosely around his chest.

"If you'd stop staring then maybe I'd kiss you."

Riley murmured, propping her elbow up against the edge of her throne, grazing her hand across the soft velvet.

Lucas smirked longingly, as he gazed into her honey-suckle eyes.

Lucas was absolutely and devotedly in love with Riley Matthews, there was no question about that. Everyone had known it from the beginning, if any other guy was even seen talking to her Lucas would surely have him a headlock, threatening the man against his own will.

"Then why don't you do it?" He whispered back, as Riley's lips slightly parted.

She had always intrigued him; by the way she would take dominance, the way she would walk with confidence and ferociousness. She was fearless, but she didn't always used to be this way. After all, she used to be different. Innocent. Hard to believe, right? Her innocence is actually what attracted him in the first place, her soft, kind words had always gotten to him;

Until his words got to her.

And everything changed.

It was a warm summer evening, the birds were chirping and everything seemed to be alright in the moment, even though the sounds of gunshots were heard in the far distance.

Riley sat inside her window, staring out at the world before her. Clearly seeing the sunset before her eyes, she shifted her head, to gaze at the clock on the wall.

6:00pm.

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, as Riley clambered from her window and up to her feet, to make her way downstairs.

Her eyes trailed along the tiny apartment once her feet landed firmly on the ground, dirty dishes sitting in the sink, and an old couch tucked in a corner.
Her home wasn't the nicest house in the city, but at least she had a roof over her head, even if they didn't have air conditioning or heat, she still had a place to sleep.

The Matthew's family were in crawling in extreme debt,  they could barely afford the trash can they were living in now. They owed The Friar's a lot of money before James Friar passed away, and that was three years ago. Up until a few months ago, Mr. Matthews got drunk and decided it would be a fantastic idea to go gambling. Little did he know that the Sir, would be sitting at his own bar, watching as the pathetic Mr. Matthews bet on one of his friends.

And little did he know that he would lose all of his money; and dignity.

Sir kicked the Matthews out of their home, booting them all the way over to one of the worst, and cheapest slums of neighborhoods in Brooklyn. The air was disgusting and the violence that took place every night was frightening.

It was hell.

Sir thought that part of the ways that the Matthews could repay him would be fit for Mr. Matthew to be his entourage and driving him places he needed to be at times. Topanga Matthews hated it,

And Cory Matthews despised him. Sir made him look pathetic in front his whole family, and not only that but it was his fault for pushing them into this slum household.

Lips centimeters apart, insides growing wild; their skin briefly brushed up against each other's before a sudden outburst caused them to depart abruptly.

"Sir! Miss!" Someone called out, their voice echoing down the hall like sharp knives. Riley rolled her eyes lazily, as she fell back down into her chair. Lucas' blood boiled, heart slightly racing as he gripped onto his throne. They shouldn't dare sneak up on Sir like that, practically knocking the wind out of him.

"What is it, Farkle!?" Lucas seethed, watching as the frail boy trudged a man in handcuffs to his feet, knocking him down below the duo. Farkle, in a quick panic, kneeled down before them, taking off his baseball cap and nodding, before he stood up once more.

Riley lifted an eyebrow, a vile expression counteracted on her face as she stared at the man in chains.

"This man was caught stealing food from Brooklyn Bay. He made threats towards you and your men. We got a hold of him before he got away, the loathly piece of shit." Farkle spat, kicking the dirt stained man to his knees, making him voluntarily put his hands behind his head.

The man released a soft whimper, closing his eyes tightly. He didn't look to be any older than forty, the evident creases on his face and bags under his eyes were deceiving, although. He actually reminded Riley of someone; someone she hasn't seen in a very long time.

Riley quickly shook the thought off her shoulders, as she cleared her throat.

Lucas composed himself, eyes switching back and forth from Riley, to Farkle.

They were awaiting upon his decision for this mans fate; if Sir was in a good mood, maybe he'd let him keep his life. But that was never likely.

Farkle was silently gasping for air, clearly having trouble with dragging the foul stanched man across the castle.

His eyes stared upon the two, "Sir. It's up to you." Farkle spoke quietly, trying not to startle them with his shaky ridden voice. Lucas released a sigh, dwindling with the cigar in his fingertips as he stared at the culprit.

"I'll let her decide that."

He responded coolly, making a notion of his head over towards his side as his eyes trailed over to the brunettes.

Riley stared at him bewildered for a moment, expecting him to take the blow.

But that thought was quickly erased from her mind as her plump lips turned upwards menacingly.

It was 6:03pm, and Riley's father was supposed to drive Sir somewhere at 5:45pm. Riley knew what the consequences were if he didn't listen, seeing as that Cory was already late.

Riley shuffled on her feet, making a quick headway towards her dad's office that was in the quaint home. The sounds of papers raveling and grunts were heard from behind the door, so Riley quickly knocked, pushing open the wood reluctantly. Her fathers eyes swiftly darted upwards, noticing his daughter.

"Hello, sweetie." Cory said, eyes not too long tracing back to the amounts of paperwork he had sat against his desk. "What is it?" Riley fumbled with her fingers, "You were supposed to pick up Sir twenty minutes ago, dad." Riley whispered lowly, head drooping slightly.

A scowl fell over upon his face, a grunt escaping his lips. "I know damn well. That dumbass kid trying to tell me what to do, like he can." Cory shook his head, anger ridden beneath his voice.

Riley was about to interject, before a loud beep suddenly came from outside. Mr. Matthews head slightly shifted upwards, body tensing. Looks like Sir couldn't wait.

Cory dropped the documents from his hands, as he walked over to his daughter, placing a soft kiss to her forehead before he led them out of the room and down the hallway reassuringly.

The beeping continued, the sound ringing throughout their ears as Riley furrowed her eyebrows together like stitches. She walked over and propped her knees up onto the couch, pulling back the curtains to glance out their broken glass window.

A perfectly new, jet black Mercedes was parked out front on the sidewalk, metal shining from the sky above. It was a stunning car, only in Riley's wildest dreams would should have something like that.

But I suppose Mr. Matthews will be driving his car today.

A knock suddenly echoed through the home, indicating that they were at the door. Riley quickly hopped up from her knees, straightening out her floral printed dress before she walked over to the door with her father, flying the door open immediately.

Riley arose from her feet, stepping down the stone stairs as she abruptly kneed the man in the stomach, causing him to grunt out in the pain.

Riley suddenly snatched her pistol out from beside her thigh, that she always had attached to the lace garment wrapped around her inner leg. She immediately pressed the cold metal against the mans temple, her teeth gritting together venomously.

The man quickly cried out, eyes opening as Riley kept a firm grip on his shoulders.

"P-Please! I'm so sorry! I didn't have any food, I wasn't sure what to do!" He foully yelped, eyes crinkling. Riley tilted her chin up, her stern expression not failing once.

Lucas just lied back in his chair, a single elbow proper up on the arm of his throne, keeping still, as he watched the encounter from afar.

Riley kept her firm grip and steel brown eyes locked on him. "And why do you think we should grant you the opportunity to be able to do it again? Moreover forgive you? And not only that, Mr., but you think you have the right to insult my Sir?" Riley sneered, head lowering towards his as the raging words crawled from her mouth.

The weak man didn't want to open his eyes, as his body trembled. "I-I'll do anything, I promise! I'm sorry." He wheezed, chains shackling as Farkle kept his feet pressed against the back of the mans knees.

"You owe us over 20 grand, Mr. Steel. You're crawling in debt and just to top it all off, you have the decency to attempt to steal food from one of my restaurants? We can't have that now can we." Lucas sneered, flicking with the cigarette that laid between his knuckles before he set it down. Riley turned her head back towards Lucas, eyes narrowing. She wasn't sure if she wanted to torture him, or end this pathetic misery right now.

A shorter, skinny boy stood upon them, hands now shoved beneath his pockets as he glanced at the two brunettes, eyebrows cowering.

"Sir is ready, Mr. Matthews. He was awaiting for far too long." The man, who you knew as Farkle, Sir's friend, informed him. Riley held one hand on the doorknob behind her, fumbling with it, while her hip sat against the oak wood.

Farkle gave Riley a small smile, head slightly nodding to her in politeness, and just as Cory was about to speak, footsteps approached rapidly and someone interjected abruptly.

"Well would you look at what we have here. You think I have time to wait for this shit? I got bills to grab and places to be, Matthews."

A dark, blonde haired boy with waxed back locks spat, earning a quick, and sorrowful look from Farkle who seemed so tiny compared to the nicely dressed man. Sir surely knew how to make an appearance.

Cory's fist tightened slightly, as Sir smirked slyly, eyes landing on Riley's suddenly.

"I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again." Mr. Matthews replied quietly, trying to keep his anger under control. But he knew if he lashed out, it would only cause danger to his family, and much worse, so he always obeyed.

"I don't want your shitty apology. Get your ass in the car! You're lucky if I don't beat it, old man." Lucas snapped venomously, causing Cory to stand up slightly straighter, and give a quick glance to his daughter. 'Be careful.' he mouthed, feet stepping forward, maneuvering his way around Sir and the skinny boy, as Riley nodded. 

Lucas kept his intent gaze on the brunette, as the sound of the car door closing came from behind them.

Riley tilted her head against the side of the door softly, body standing casually as she glanced at the two on her doorstep.

"Hello there, darling."

"Let me get this straight, Mr. Steel." Riley spoke, pressing the nip of the pistol farther into his skin, as she grabbed a hold of the colors on his shirt, eyes opening with tears. His body was shaking uncontrollably, as Riley's cold eyes stared into his. She had just as many accounts of murder on her track; possibly even more than the Sir himself.

"Nobody insults us. You got that? We don't sit around here all day doing nothing and shit just to have people talk behind our backs, we worked our asses off to get here and we don't need old scums like you to go around spreading rumors." She whispered lowly, jaw clenching tightly. Mr. Steel just nodded his head, trying to hold back his feeble tears.

"Hello." Riley spoke gently, eyes soft and words softer. Lucas smirked, biting the edge of his lip as his eyes roamed her body.

So pure. So innocent.

"Uhm, Sir, I think we should-" Farkle began to speak, but Lucas snapped his head towards him immediately.

"Why don't you get your ass in the car, too?" Lucas whispered, blowing slight puffs of smoke near the brown haired boy. Farkle wheezed, coughing slightly before nodding his head. He avoided the mans dark green eyes, as he turned on the heels of his feet to leave, but not before he gave Riley an apologetic look.

He clambered away before Lucas turned his head, meeting her gaze once more. Riley has never recalled being so close to the Sir himself before, she had heard rumors of him being so handsome, but she didn't think he could be this beautiful.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" Lucas asks, lips plucking together as he sucked in cheeks in to inhale smoke, revealing the evident cheekbones and jawline he had structured.

"Riley."

"I understand. P-Please forgive me Sir, Miss." He whispered, eyes pleading for forgiveness. Riley released a sigh, rolling her eyes in annoyance as her grip on him tightened.

A small smirk crept up upon Lucas' lips, as his eyes slowly roamed over Riley from behind. She was so damn attractive when she took control.

"I'm done with this." Riley spat, finger locking on the trigger as the clipping sound rang through the mans ears. "No!" He cried out, hands clasping together. "P-Please! I have a family! They were starving, I didn't know what else to do!" Mr. Steel wept, tears rushing down his cheeks as his life waited on the line.

Before Riley could release another word, she was suddenly pushing the door open wider as the Sir took close steps forward, welcoming himself into her home.

Riley released the tight grip she was holding upon the doorknob, as she began to walk over towards her couch.

She sat down slowly, crossing one leg over the other as she straightened out her dress, eyes following the Sir's every step.

"Got a boyfriend?"

He asked, eyes trailing around the dingy home before his gaze landed on Riley, whom was sitting still quietly. At his question, Riley tilted her head absentmindedly.

"The boys at school don't think twice about me." Riley replied, setting her hands on top of her bare knees. Lucas pondered the thought for a moment, eyebrows furrowing slightly before he took the cigar from his mouth, and chucked it out of the doorway and onto the doorstep.

"Now why do I find that so hard to believe, darling?" He responded, footsteps coming closer towards her figure. Riley still held her gaze upon him, shoulders standing up firmly as she kept her lips tightly pressed together.

"They don't want to date a girl who lives in the slums, and wears fabric chicken-stock dresses because she can't afford anything else." Riley spoke quietly.

Lucas suppressed a soft laugh, hand tracing over his shiny, navy blue suit, smirking dancing across his lips. She was beautiful, and he could tell that she was smart, too, by her sarcastic yet sweet remarks. She was young, maybe seventeen; almost eighteen. And he could clearly tell, as her innocent demeanor began to drawl him in.

"That's because schools crawl with boys who don't know shit. Real men know how to ask a woman out on a date properly."

Lucas says, smiling slightly as the brunette stared at him in bewilderment.

"What are you implying, Sir?" She questioned.

"Go out on a date with me doll, you won't regret it. You can even have your father drive ya." He spoke, a sincere glint triggering beneath his eyes but his cocky words killed any sort of sincerity.

Riley felt her heart pound beneath her chest anyway, as he waltzed closer and closer towards her shockingly calm body. She didn't want to go on a date with him, he's the man that practically made her life a living hell. But she knew there was no way of denying him, he would take her out one way or another, and if she didn't, then she knew that Sir would just make her fathers life a hell of a lot worse. And she didn't want that for him.

Riley fell quiet, as the tension in the air began to rise. The mans eyes were pleading, lip trembling and shoulders wavering.

Her jaw was clenched tight, eyes narrowed sternly. A small giggle bubbled from her throat, "Nobody insults my empire." She snapped.
A menacing smirk played across her red stained lips, until her finger bolted on the trigger, shooting the bullet straight through his skull.

Lucas shuffled in his seat, admiring the scene before him.

The mans once lively body fell limp to the floor, blood pooling around him as Riley backed away, tossing the bloody pistol to her side. Farkle quickly glanced away, stepping a few feet back.

"Such a tease." Lucas smirked, as Riley flipped her hair to the side, turning to walk up the steps to the throne. "In many ways." She replied, heels clicking on the stone ground as she gazed into Lucas' wondering eyes.

The Sir snapped his fingers, not taking his eyes off of Riley once. "Farkle, call some people in here to clean this up. And take this mans body away right now." He called, hand reaching out for Riley's as he grabbed a towel beside him, and wiped the slight blood that was stained on her knuckles.

"Y-Yes, Lucas." Farkle stuttered quietly. Him and Riley were only allowed to call him that when they were alone, but it was considered disrespectful if Farkle spoke of his true name in public. He quickly walked over to the disgusting, vibrant red pool of blood and snatching the arm of the mans limp body, as he began to carry him out of the corridor.

The door shut loudly behind him, causing a slight echo to occur. Riley sighed unpleasantly, as Lucas' soft hands clasped around Riley's, after he was done wiping away the remains of blood.

"You're pretty sexy when you're angry." He whispered huskily, fingertips trailing over Riley's arm, that sent wild goosebumps across it.

"So what do you say, darling, will you do me the honor of going out with me tonight?" Lucas smirked, tongue grazing across the bottom of his lip as his eyes gazed down into hers enchantingly.

Riley just stared up into his evergreen eyes, as her chest rose upwards. She released a small breath, fluttering her eyes open that she had closed momentarily.

"Of course, Sir."

Riley slowly set her one of her uncovered thighs on top of Lucas', body still standing as she pressed her hands against his chest.

"How about that kiss now?" Riley spoke seductively, lips tilting upwards into a taunting smirk as her fingers crawled up his chest. Lucas felt his breath hitch in his throat, as he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her face closer towards him.

"Like I said, you're such a tease." He murmured, one hand trailing down her leg softly, yet slowly, as Riley set one of her hands on his inner thigh, making his mind swirl.

"Then stop me."

Riley smiled softly, eyes beaming. A grin radiated off of his lips, as his perfect white teeth perked through.

Lucas slowly took her hand in his, as he lifted it upwards, planting a soft, tender kiss to her knuckles as his thumb grazed across her skin.

"I can't wait." He whispered soothingly, not taking his eyes off of hers beautiful once as began to back away.

Riley couldn't believe what had just happened, her mind was spinning.

"Oh, and wear something nice." Lucas stopped in her doorway, giving her a small wink, before his body disappeared and she was left alone to be muddled in her thoughts.

She could not believe that this had just happened.

Riley Matthews was going out on a date with the Lucas Friar.

Who knew.

Who knew that her innocence would attract such a culling, dangerous man.

And who knew that she would let it consume her.

She slowly pushed herself flush against him, his grip tightening around her waist as Lucas smirked longingly.

Riley Matthews wasn't always like this, that is until she found her king, that made her feel like a queen.

Riley giggled, taking the tip of her long nail, and tilting Lucas' chin upwards until their lips met in an interlocking kiss.

"It feels good to be in control."