my ocs x Reader

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What did you think you were doing?

You hadn't thought this far ahead when you accepted a job on the leader of the Trojan crime family. He was strong and powerful and you sure as hell couldn't kill him.

He was a handsome man with slicked back red hair and piercing icy blue eyes that had brought grown men to their knees on their own. He had sharp features and a crooked nose from being broke one too many times... And you were meant to kill him.

It wasn't hard to break into his house. He didn't have much defense it seemed. It didn't take long to grt into his house. It also didn't take long for you to be found out. He was expecting you when you dropped from the vent.

"Sit down. Have a glass of whiskey," he looks over his shoulder. "I've been expecting you y/n."

"Wh-" you chuckle. "What the fuck do you mean you've been expecting me?"

His friendly tone morphs to something colder, "I watched you." He motions to his desktop. "I've watched you from the moment you entered through my basement. That was a crafty option. The basement."

You hesitate, "How?.."

"Just drink a glass of whiskey. Relax a moment before killing me," he chuckles.

"For some reason I don't trust that..." you grimace, picking up a glass and pouring some. He seems calm as you sip it.

"Roofies are pretty strong," he says as your vision blurs. "A central nervous system depressant. Makes you unaware of your surroundings."

Your vision goes dark and in an instant... you fall asleep.