The B mafia (BL)

"That will not be necessary but thanks for the thoughtful thought," he replied and turned away from him.

Tsun grabbed his forearm and Ding turned to look at him and his gaze lowered to the place he grabbed.

"You will take two crates won't you?"

"Fine. I will take two crates."

"Great!" 

He snapped his fingers and his men began loading the remaining crates into the waiting vehicle. Ding watched this in silence and once the loading was done, Tsun turned to his brother once more.

"The annual meeting is approaching. Father wanted me to let you know that you are invited."

Ding opened his mouth to respond but Tsun held a finger up silencing him," Don't say anything. If you want to protest, make sure to tell father that. Am just a messenger."

Ding sighed and nodded his head," I'll see if I will be free."

Tsun smiled and got into his car. Ding watched on as the cars drove out of sight.

"Should we load the crates into the car?"

Ding walked towards one crate and flipped the lid open revealing numerous firearms. He traced his fingers over a gun before picking it up and inspecting its design.

"Not bad."

"Sir?"

"Take it back to the warehouse," he said and got into his car.

"Here we are."

Lian, who had been obediently following orders, got down from the car and looked at the building before him. A slow whistle escaped his lips at the sight.

"Nice place you got here."

"Get moving!"

The guy behind him pushed him and he stumbled forward nearly tripping.

He found his balance and mumbled inaudibly," Would it kill them to be less aggressive?"

He was led past the guards at the entrance of the magnificent house, down the hallways and down to a dark room. The goon threw him into the room and locked it behind him leaving him in darkness.

"Hey!"

Lian struggled to a sitting position before looking around him not that there was much to see in the pitch darkness of the room. 

"Great. They could have at least turned on the lights before leaving me here. Hmm, maybe if I can find a light switch..."

He slowly stood up and began walking towards his left trying to feel for anything. After taking around ten steps, he tripped and something cold shattered onto the floor just inches away from his feet. He took a step back not wanting to get injured from whatever had fallen to the ground. He took three steps to the right and walked forward before falling and landing on something soft.

"Guess I won't have to worry about sleeping on the cold floor."

Using his shoulders and knees, he successfully managed to curl up in a comfortable position on the bed. The movement of shackles had him sit upright on the bed wide eyed.

"Hello?"

Receiving no response, he shook his head dismissing the negative thoughts in his mind. He lay back down and ignoring the pain shooting from his wrists, Lian who was completely exhausted, drifted off to sleep.

"Where is he?"

"Sir, we locked him up in the room as you requested."

"Did you take the cuffs off him?"

"No sir."

"Good."

Ding walked past them and headed to his room. He sat in front of the screen and watched Lian fumble in the darkness. He brought a hand to his chin and watched Lian trip and break the vase.

"Interesting."

He continued watching him and once Lian was cuddled up on the bed a smirk formed on his lips.

"It's amazing how he completely ignored the dangers lurking in the corners of the room and fell asleep. What an interesting person."

The door opened and the bright light filled the dark room. Lian groaned and opened his eyes at the noise. He blinked twice trying to clear the darkness in his eyes and adapting to the light.

"Look at that, he's still alive after spending a night here," a voice said and Lian tried to focus on the two dark figures before him.

"Who… are you? Where… am I?"

One guy walked across the room and grabbed him by the hair causing him to let out a pained shout.

"Hey!"

"Listen here, this is our turf and no one is allowed to speak unless spoken to. Am I clear?"

Lian shut his eyes trying to distract himself from the pain shooting up his scalp.

"I asked, AM I CLEAR?"

Lian winced under his grip but said nothing. The guard threw him face down onto the floor and moved to kick him but the second guard grabbed him.

"Don't! You will get in trouble for laying a hand on him before boss' orders."

The guard scoffed and walked out of the room leaving a helpless Lian on the ground. The door shut behind the two and once more, Lian was back to the darkness of the room. With a low boost of strength, he successfully managed to flip himself over and lie on his back staring at what he assumed was the dark ceiling. Ding walked down the stairs and stood before the door housing Lian.

"Boss, the prisoner…"

He held up a hand and the guard bit his tongue.

"Open the door."

"Sir."

The guard brought up a pair of keys from his pockets, inserted a key into the keyhole, turned the door knob and swung the door open. The light filled the room and landed on Lian causing him to groan.

"What? Back to ask if I understood the 'rules of your turf?' " he asked with his eyes closed.

"You are awfully lively aren't you?" Ding asked as he walked towards him.

Lian's eyes flew open at the familiarity of the tone," You… you're the one who captured me."

Ding grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up from the ground and onto a kneeling position.

"Glad you remembered."

"What do you want from me? You already destroyed my camera."

"Right I did destroy your little gadget," he replied his fist tightening on his hair," bring me the chain."

"Sir? Are you su…"

Ding turned his gaze from Lian to the guard," When I ask for something, you get it without questions."

The guard flinched at his tone and ran out of sight. Seconds later, he walked into the room with the choke chain and handed it to Ding who took it a satisfied grin on his lips.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"This? It is to tame disobedient prisoners," he replied and Lian could feel cold sweat trickle down his back.

Ding grabbed his chin and tilted his head up so that their eyes could meet. Lian shut his eyes and turned his head to the side but Ding tightened his grip on his chin.

"Am sure this will look good on you, don't you?"

He brought the chain into view and Lian looked at him.