Styles Brothers

Three well known triplets throughout Cheshire have their eye on one girl from America, named Angel. There is Harry , the musical, funny , out going,all around good guy, with a hint of bad boy. Harry has shared his share of one night stands but not nearly as many as his brother, Edward. Edward is better known as 'The Styles Demon'. Edward is a massive player, a huge egoistic freak , mysterious , flirty prick. The kind of guy fathers would never want their daughter to meet. Then there is Marcel, little Marcel is the nerdyest of them all. As nerdy as they come actually. Always reading and studying and never in trouble , the kind of boy you see get bullied everyday. The goody goody. Everyone sees angel as ...well an Angel , who she really is only few know . So what happens when her secret moves to Chesire and she has to move with it? Then she meets the Styles brothers. What then?


11. Duh Duh Duhhhhhh

Hello guyssss!!! My name is Courtney , Trin left her phone in my room so I am making a chapter because I am thug like that. I am an explicit person , so this is an explicit chapter. Children must leave.

Angel p.o.v

I saw a fuming Edward with his hands on both of sides Elliot's head, against the lockers.

" Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend. " He shouted in Elliot's face.

Does this bitch ever go away?

" Edward , I am not you girlfriend. " I snapped ,grabbing Elliot's hand and storming off. The audacity of motherfuckers these days. Grrrrr.

"Woah!! Slow down there ,Girlfriend. " He said playfully , wrapping his other arm around my waist as I stormed through the halls to reach the study hall.

I entered the quite loud atmosphere , I pulled us to a row of empty seats. I let his hand go , unwrapped his hand from his waist, and sat in the seat with my arms across my chest.

"Awww, girlfriend, it's okay. No need to be angry. I am not hurt. " Elliot cooed putting my palm to his cheek. I scoffed and pulled my hand away.

"Elliot, I will slap you. " I threatened placing my books on my desk.

"So you are the abusive type . Rough. " He said slowly as if he processing it.

I rolled my eyes and opened my book to page 87. "I like it rough too. " His warm breath hit my ear as he whispered the his words. I had yet to show the shivers underneath.

"See that couple right there," He pointed to a couple sitting in one seat. The blonde girl sat in the brunette's lap as he played with her hair and she studied.

"Yeah , what about 'em ?" I asked suspiciously. With his next words I could practically hear him smirking.

"We should be like them." Before I could respond , I was lifted up and placed on his lap. His arms wrapped around my waist.

"You know what I think is hot? A girl with tats, and lots of piercings , I guess that's why I am attracted to you ." He whispered fiddling with the hem of my shirt. Shit. I had been so careful. I rubbed my foot against the gun in my jacket that lied on the ground.

"I know your secret Angel, but your secret is safe with me." Elliot whispered and I froze. I quickly retrieved the gun and gripped it.

"What secret?" I asked. Maybe he doesn't know the actual one.

"Dark Angels" he whispered back. I didn't have any time to waste. I cocked my gun and had it pointed to his stomach in a matter of seconds if not less.

I had been so careful. "Who is the leak , I want an answer now of I will gaze you kidney and let you bleed out internally as well as externally." I threatened lethally using my 'business' tone and dropping my innocent act.

"Woah, someone will hear that. " He whisper-shouted in a frantic tone, his eyes widening to the size of golf balls.

"I want answers now." I barked the order at him , making him wince.

"No one, you showed up to our meeting last night , remember? I was in the conference room as back up when you threatened our gang. Plus I remember when Edward brought you around a couple years but your hair has changed. I honestly don't know why it truly was a great -"

"Flattery gets you no where " I snapped clicking the safety off on the gun. A frantic look passed across his eyes and he gave me a pleading look. "Give me one reason , and I mean a good fucking reason I shouldn't." I reasoned putting the safety back on. Relief passed over his face before he spoke.

"Everyone in this room is from either The Kings or The Styles gang. The two gangs have a peace treaty, along with a documented alliance , and partnership. If the two gangs got any closer the would be one." He explained. Like I couldn't take them on blind folded.

"I said a good reason Elliot, and I feel as if you are doubting my abilities" I hissed taking the safety off once again. I felt a slow, sort , movement on my back , in a circular motion. Why does this feel soo... Tranquilizing? "And I kind of like you ..." He said softly , barley audible. I retracted my gun and put it in my jeans with the safety on.

"Was that a good reason?" Elliot asked leaning in to my ear so we were cheek to cheek. I felt him plant a soft , light kiss on my earlobe causing shivers down my spine. "The best I've heard so far. But since your from the Kings gang, we can't be friends at all. Tell anyone of my identity and you are a goner. Tell no one of my location or I won't hesitate to declare war with the King's gang and The Styles gang if they feel like an ass whoopin' too. I don't play games Elliot , endanger my gang I will come for your ass personally." I responded standing up. Elliot was immediately up.

"No one has to know. But I really like you , I am not even officially branded for the gang yet. I am just one of the shooters friends. I am just back up." His voice held a pleading tone.

'No , my gang always comes first . Always. '

"I will think about it." I finally decided to say before collecting my items and leaving.


Another meeting.... Yay!!

My choice of clothing was basically Beyoncé's from her diva video at the beginning. Just imagine that with weapons everywhere and curly hair down her back, not in a ponytail.

I decided to ride my motorcycle , meeting with the Night Rulers gang, something about an alliance and shit.

Shoved my helmet on and threw my legs over the bike, sticking the key in the ignition , a proud smile fell across my face as my baby roared to life.

-Skip Ride-

I withdrew the key and slung my leg back around, kicking the kick stand , putting it to use. I couldn't help but notice how lights were blaring and cars were everywhere. Not to mention people with SOLO cup in the front. Were these assholes throwing a fucking party ? No scratch that they had to be.

I kept my helmet on for future effect , yeah , I roll like that . I heard more bikes cut off behind me. My backup, Niall and Louis. Logan was in charge of the others.

I kept my face and hair hidden to see what respect this gang had. Which seems like very little.

"Man I missed watching this shit go down ." I heard Louis say , walking casually in front of me. Niall, being Niall laughed his ass off while he stepped beside Lou. Which effectively hid me from whoever was in front of me. The both of them still had there helmets on too.

As we walked the crowd parted like the Red Sea as if we were Moses, the teens stopped there conversations and the over 21's shared the same scared expression as the teens. Yep they new shit was about to go down. My heels clicked on the pavement that lead straight to the door. I heard my cars pull up and the fighters , Logan and Liam stepped out, filling in the spaces behind me. I gently pushed Lou and Niall so I could knock on the door, very lightly may I add. Nothing.

No respect. I knocked a bit louder, but I am sure the music drowned it out.

Enraged , I completely shoved Louis and Niall out of my way.

"Uh -oh" The two said in unison as my fist rammed into the wooden fixture , causing it to break , but effectively opening it considering the fact the whole door fell down. I took one look around and the music stopped along with the partying of everyone.

"Who the fuck are you and who in the bloody hell do you think you are?" A guy yelled stepping in front of me. His quiffed up hair gave up him name. William Johnson. He looked beyond pissed , not that I gave two flying fucks.

I took my helmet off and shook it , running my hands through the spiral curls. I handed it to Niall as many gasps of fear were heard.

"D-" I cut him and his sudden realization off.

"You want to become allies and this is how you welcome us. Throwing a goddamn fucking party . Is it a custom for those of lower rank to be so disrespectful in England. I expect to be welcomed in the formal way. I will not tolerate this disrespect." I spoke calmly , but in a scary way. Like a crazed woman.

"I-" I cut him off again.

"You invited us over when we have a raging war threatening to break lose , in 12 different parts of the world ,but I take time out of my busy schedule to meet with you and you are throwing a fucking party!" I roared in his face.

"Where is the Alpha of the gang ? I would like to speak with him. " Oh no this motherfucker did not.

"You are speaking with HER." I shouted and a ghastly smirk passed his face.

"Where is your mark then? The Alpha has the death mark and tattoo." Is he seriously questioning my authority.

I felt an arm wrap around my waist, Niall. He always does this when I am about to lose it. I took a deep breath and stripped off my jacket, revealing my sleeve tattoo dedicated to my gang and mark.

The color drained from his face as he tried to apologized.

"James , get Styles in the conference room. Now. " He shouted bowing his head in submission.

///////15 minutes later//////

I sat with Niall on my left , Louis on my right and Logan behind me. Behind us were my front line fighters.

"So what I am hearing is you won't work with a woman. " I spoke smoothly. I took my feet off of the table and stood up. E

A greedy smile crossed his face.

"Exactly women can't do good for the gang world. The only good women do for gangs is the tra-" Before the asshole could finish his sentence I had threw my chair at his face. I guess I threw it a little harder than intended , because William didn't even have time to react before it crashed into his chest , slamming him into the ground. I felt Niall's arm wrap around my waist and pull me into his lap.

"Calm Down Angel." Niall pleaded, kissing my shoulder in a non romantic way. I took another deep breath and relaxed a little.

"We are done here , you have no respect consider yourself on the hit list of the Dark Angles . As of now you will be assassinated whenever you are on any of the Angels turfs. " I promised before standing up.

British Bitches , can't fucking stand them.


No offense to any Brit out there , it wasn't meant like that.

But ummm yeah if you like this one comment it !!!! Maybe that meany Triniti might let me write some more!!!

And uhhh do all that stuff Trin usually asks and uhhh yeah bye!!!

From :

Da C. Master

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