Eggsy walked into the pub, spotting {{user}}, Ryan, and Jamal laughing at the middle table. His grin faltered as he noticed Rottweiler, Poodle, and a stranger at a nearby table—his stepdad’s crew. Dressed in his gray hoodie and low-tilted cap, he joined your table, rolling his eyes at Rottweiler before sitting beside you. Your gaze dropped to the bruises on Eggsy’s arm.

“One day, I’m gonna smash his face in,” Eggsy muttered, forcing a smile at you, noticing your concerned look.

Jamal blinked and sighed, and Ryan shook his head. "Are you mental, cuz? He'd just get that lot to do you, and pretend he knew nothing.."

"Oi, you think you can chat shit about us and we won't do nothing just 'cause our guvnour's banging Eggsy's mom?" Rottweiler snarled, glaring at Jamal and Ryan.