Warnings: This is Nico/Percy so if you do not like slash you will not like this.

This story will contain graphic content (i.e. physical abuse, torture etc.).

This story will contain canon character death.

Some chapters may contain adult situations.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters unless otherwise specified. This story is not for monetary gain.

Enjoy!

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Sally hit Gabe when people started banging on the front door. Percy ran to his mother and clung to her clothes. Gabe was drunk again, if the alcohol on his breath was any indication. Not that Sally was surprised. The slob was always drunk.

"What did you do?" Sally screamed. "What did you do?!"

"Nothing!" The door opened. Four men and one woman entered the small home. Sally backed away from Gabe.

"It's him you want, right? Go ahead, I don't give a damn." Sally gritted. She was tired of putting up with her husband's crap. Despite his help in hiding her son, she was tired of it. The cost was beginning to outweigh the benefit.

"I'm sorry ma'am." The apparent leader smiled coldly. He adjusted his grey jacket that he wore over a dark burgundy shirt. His black slacks were neatly pressed. He wore a lot of rings, and Sally saw a gun at his side. His dark brown hair was slicked back with gel. The three other men and woman dressed similarly to each other, and they all had guns as well. "It's a little more complicated than that. You see…Gabe stole from us…"

"My son and I had nothing to do with it." Sally glared at Gabe. "You brought them here?"

"Lovely young boy you have." The man continued to speak. "What's your name, son?"

"Percy."

"That's cute. You're a strong young man, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh!" Percy smiled, but it fell and he hid when Gabe moved his foot. The man's eyes flared and he drew his gun.

"Donaldson, escort Gabe to the car."

"No, please, look, I'll come up with the money, I promise! Please don't-" Gabe's cries faded as he was forced outside.

"Unfortunately, Sally, Gabe made this…your problem when he failed to pay us. And when he stole…"

"I don't have anything." Sally murmured. "I can…work, pay you what I can as I earn it, but that's all."

"Mm…no, there is…something you could do." The man smiled. "You're pretty, young, you would do well working for me." Sally glared.

"I'm no whore."

"Of course not. I need a friendly face though, so my clients feel welcome." Percy didn't know what they were talking about, but his mom didn't look happy.

"Smelly Gabe is gone." Percy murmured. "That's good, right?"

"Hush, honey." Sally caressed her son's head.

"I am very generous to those who help me, Sally." The man encouraged. "Wouldn't you like to go back to school, get your degree and start your career as a writer?" The woman's eyes widened.

"How did you…?"

"I promise no one will touch you. There is…some groping possibilities, but clothes would stay on, and lips closed. No harm will come to you, or your son."

"And Gabe?"

"He's not your problem any longer." Sally frowned at that. Percy looked up at his mother with his big green eyes.

"We're not going to be hurt, are we mommy?"

"Of course not." Sally knelt in front of her son. "It's going to be ok, sweetie."

"Is daddy going to come home?"

"He's…lost at sea. I told you." Sally scolded. Percy chewed his lip. "Don't do that." Sally pulled Percy's lip from between his teeth and she stood. "If you go back on your word, you'll be very sorry." The man smiled.

"I'm happy we could work this out. Please, call me Ryan."

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AN: This is an AU story. It will follow an alternate timeline to Riordan's books, leading up until the ship sails to Greece to complete the Prophecy of the Seven.

The title comes directly from a song of the same name by A Day To Remember. The story wasn't inspired by the song, but the title fit nicely. Ryan, the three men and one woman are my characters.

HM