Kaz Brekker x reader

Chapter 3 | Grisha

"Move." Jesper hissed as he pushed me through the doors of a pub.

"Where are you taking me?" I huffed as he pushed me through the crowds of people and up stairs to a single door.

"To see mister boss." He said as he opened the door and pushed me inside before saluting Brekker and the girl with his hand and leaving with the door shut.

The girl stared at me bluntly for a second before walking into a different room and jumping out the window. Brekker was leaning on his hands against a desk with his head hung low, breathing deeply as he gathered himself and straightened his back to look at me.

He stared at me with a neutral expression for a moment before I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. Clearing his throat he motioned with his hand to the front of his desk.
I walked over to stand where he desired as we kept eye contact.

"I'm Kaz Brekker." He spoke as he used a small knife to cut my hands loose.
I rubbed my wrist from the pain of the tight rope wrapped around them as I observed my surroundings. He leaned forward with his hands on the desk as a single strand of hair fell loose.

"You want to know why I saved your life?"
He questioned as I reverted my eyes away from the painting of the fold hung on the wall beside him and glared at him instead.

I raised my eyebrows and slightly nodded to state the obvious.
"Yes."

"I need a crew." He declared after a moment of silence.

"Don't you already have one?" I questioned as I mimicked pistols with my fingers.
He leaned away from the desk and huffed as he straightened himself.

"Your Grisha is that right?" He asked to avoid my question.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, I'm not Grisha." I groaned.
He smirked and rounded the desk to stand behind me as we kept eye contact.
Suddenly his hand appeared in front of me as he flipped a lighter on with his thumb causing me to jump back into him in surprise.

"Do it." He demanded as he moved to face me with the lighter still outstretched in front of me.
"Light it." He whispered as he switched the lighter off.

"I am not an Inferni, I can't control fire." I groaned again as I hit his hand away.

"Your lying, but I won't ask more of you this evening." He exclaimed as he placed the lighter in his pocket and walked back behind his desk.

"The room on the left is yours for tonight."
He said as he flipped through the papers.
I observed him for a moment in hesitation but gave up when the thought of a soft pillow filled my mind. I hadn't slept against one of those in weeks.

Entering the small dark room with green walls and a single window I closed the door behind me and leaned against it as I inhaled deeply.
The single window was built directly in front of the door with a small bed no more than a foot away from it with a brown nightstand on its left with a lit candle. On the right wall of the room was a large painting of a small family containing two parents and two boys.
I walked to stand in front of it as I examined to youngest of the two boys with dark hair, he somewhat looked similar to Kaz Brekker.
My eyes moved down the painting to a single black word inserted in the right bottom corner.