Bang Bang You (Paul Stanley x reader)

Part 4

Looking at the pages, once again. For what it seemed like the 4th time, looking back at that door. Wanting to open it up but you were moving through those hallways so fast you wouldn't know where to run to get out.

Why does he want me to work for him? Just in exchange for tuition? To get back at my dad? You started to question, as you focused back at the papers trying to figure out what exactly you were supposed to find that seemed so important to him.

Your hand went to your waist realizing that you didn't have your phone. You left it in your dorm. Usually in situations like this you would start listening to music to get you back into focus on that task at hand. And you were wearing borrowed clothes. Which made you wonder whose clothes you were wearing exactly.

Maybe don't think about that. You'll freak yourself out. Considering whose books you are checking right now. If you say the wrong thing-- You think, as the door opening breaks you from your thoughts. Your head whipping around at the noise.

You hand going to your heart, thinking it would be one of his cronies to come in and check on you. No, it was Paul himself.

"Just seeing how it's going. Because the faster you do figure it out. The quicker you back to your dorm." he reminded, as he looked at you fully. Wrinkles coming up on his forehead.

"You ok?"

"You think? One, I don't think i wanna go back to that dorm room since my roommate basically sold my ass out to you for i don't know what other than tuition maybe some on the side. Then there's the fact that I feel like you are just saying that but are going to do something else. No one just lets connections to other mobs just go on about their lives. I should know, I was born into this. Then there's the actual papers. I know there's something here, like someone was trying to cover their ass by changing things around. But i can't find it. And if I don't find it, who knows what you're going to do." You rant, pushing yourself away from the table in frustration before looking at Paul.

Who had the audacity to smile at your frustration.

"Why are you smiling? Are you that sadistic? You like seeing people like this? Second-guessing themselves?" you questioned looking back at the papers, only seeing a jumble of numbers.

"Well if it will make you feel better" Paul said, as you could practically hear the smile in his voice as he closed the door behind him and walked up to you and pulled a certain piece of paper from the pile.

"I'm a mob boss I've seen quite worse frankly. But here." he said handing the paper to you as you looked at it and then at him.

"You know the exact part where the exchanges of the funds occurred. So you already knew. Then what was the whole point of me coming in here and looking over paperwork for you?" you questioned, feeling you trying to grit your teeth against the urge to just yell at this man that could easily kill you without a second thought.

"A test. See if you like how i've heard. Your father doesn't give you enough credit. You are smart, but you second-guess yourself. And no, these aren't my real accounting papers. You think I would give my rival's daughter real paperwork to look at. I'm not stupid y/n. This was a test to see if you would question this and you did but not for the reasons that I thought you would. You didn't question your loyalties to your father, which well I can see why. He's an asshole." he said as you jumped up from your seat, furious.

"This was a test of if I wouldn't question my connections with my father? When i didn't know if you were going to kill me or not? Seriously?" You question as you get closer to him as he looks down at you with a smile on his face.

"You getting angry is quite adorable." he said simply, as you felt like your blood was boiling in your veins at his statement, as you went to raise your arm and he caught it by your wrist.

"Ah ah ah, I wouldn't do that if i were you. We are good right now. I mean I wouldn't hit a girl but..." he trailed off holding eye contact with you as you struggled in his hold as your other arm went up and he caught it, pushing you against the wall.

And god dammit if your mind didn't go into the gutter with the smirk that was on his face as he looked down at you.