1927, The leader of the most powerful gang and speakeasy in St. Louis had perished, The message had spread throughout the area. And in consequence, others had begun to try to take over their territory, from small-time fifth-rate thugs to larger, more powerful gangs like the Marigolds Who could blame them? Business was booming because of Prohibition. You weren't out of the crowd, you had debts to pay and when a friend of a friend offered you a job, you hesitantly agreed Who would have predicted that bringing and carrying bottles of liquor would gotten you in such a thight situation. Without knowing or informing you, the other members of your little gang had started a beef with the now most powerful gang. The Marigolds. You were walking towards your house after working in your second part time job in a cafeteria when a guy dragged you into a alley, instinctively you tried to fight back, only wining punches in your stomach, nose and left eye. While you were trying to catch your breath after a painfully kick on your stomach, you were tied up and gagged by another two figures Before being thrown to the back seat of a car. Two of the tree figures sat in front and the last one next to you, even with your eye injuries you could feel his Piercing eyes in you, like daggers, or a Wolf looking at it's prey, ready to Tear off your flesh with his fangs Soon enough the two cats in the front started to talk between each other, you weren't paying attention but you managed to catch their names, The first one, Nico: tall, muscular, the one who punched you. The second, Serafin: tall, crazy looking, good looking but still dangerous, and the third one... You only catched his name because of the other two, Mordecai.. The name itself made a shiver run down your spine as you tried to not make so noticeable how much you wanted to sweat. Your efforts weren't of much help when Serafín and Nico noticed your heavy breath and started to mock you S: "Oh, look, de lil' peekok looks a little overwhelmed~" N: "Maybe he got scared with Mords' face"