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•KIDDNAPPED // BOBBY•

1997

"This is where he'll be, and as soon as you have him, you need to get back here ASAP, who knows how long it'll take for people to realize he's gone, but I don't want you to find out. You get in and get out as quick as possible." My father explains to me. I knew he was weary about sending me on this mission, but after months of begging him, I had finally convinced him that it was a good idea.

"Easy, don't worry I've got this." I kiss his cheek before going to change, hoping that I'll look basic enough to blend into the crowd.

I had been studying Trevor Wilson's life for the past three months, and considering he was not only rich but a really easy target, it was honestly no sweat to complete this job.

I had changed into my more modern clothes, and made my way out the door as I headed to the rich boys house.

Pulling up was nerve racking, the actual fear of Being caught got to me for a second, before I got into the zone and played my part.

Walking in, I realized I had picked the complete wrong attire for this event, not only was it completely formal, but there seemed to be a strict black and white theme, and hear I was in purple and black.

"Im guessing you didn't read the invite very well." I head a voice on the stairs next to me. There sits Trevor, wearing a black suit, sipping on iced whiskey.

"Unfortunately not, I assumed your birthday would be formal, yet I'm proven very wrong." I smile, putting on the innocent act.

"That's okay, while I'm sure my parents would kick you out for seeing what you're wearing, I've been up for an adventure recently." He downs the last of the whiskey and gets up, leaving his glass on the steps. He unbuttons his dress jacket, and hangs it on a nearby rack.

"You coming?" He asks me. I stare at him, not expecting it to be this easy.

I quickly catch up to him, grabbing my keys from the valet, and getting in the car, Trevor following my lead.

"So, where are we heading?" He asks me but I stay quiet. "Hello?" He tries to get my attention but I keep my eyes on the road. "Okay then, not much of a talker, I get it."

We drive the rest of the way in silence. As I pull into the house, Trevor gives me a funny look.

I park the car in the garage and get out, Trevor following me.

I watch as two of my dads men step out of the house, awaiting my command.

"Go easy on him, he came willingly." I say as I walk past. I head them walk forward and grab Trevor, making him yell in protest.

"Back already?" My dad says with a smile, probably thinking I had failed, or given up. I flop onto one of the arm chairs.

"Yep, Mark and Benji have him, gonna scare him up a bit before I go in there." He stares at me wide eyed.

"You did it?"

"Yep, and to think you had no faith in me, and I beat your record the moment I step into the field." I smirk and get off the chair and walk out, heading to the 'interrogation booth'.

I can already hear his screams as I walk downstairs, and I can't help but feel slightly bad for the guy.

I walk into the room and find Trevor strapped to a chair, with each of the guys throwing punches to his face and stomach.

"Leave." I say to them, making them instantly stop and leave the room.

"Who the hell are you?" Trevor says, his voice barely audible from all the screaming he had been doing.

"Y/n." I say simply, untying him from his restraints.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because your family has money and I want it." He laughs at my words.

"That's where you're wrong. We're broke. My father spent half of it on cocaine and hookers, and my mother spent the other half trying to escape their marriage, so if you're looking for money, I would like to know where it is too." He smiles at me, but I could tell inside he was hurting.

"You're sure there's no money." I say, ready to read every move he made.

"Pinky promise." He says, with no indication of lying at all.

Without another word, I leave the room.

"Leave him be, I'll handle him later." I tell the two guards, who then scatter to do their daily tasks.

I march up to my fathers office, bursting through the doors, and grabbing a gun that he keeps under one of the couches.

"You deceived me." I point the gun at his head, ready to shoot if I have to.

"Ah, so you figured it out." He smiles. "Have to say, I'm surprised you didn't figure it out sooner, a little disappointing if I say so."

"I spent months trying to get onto this job, and it's all for nothing."

"It was designed to educate you on how to evaluate the jobs you do, it just shows me that you're not ready."

"Not ready my ass," I shoot three shots above his head. "Next time you give me a job, you better make sure it's a good one, or the next three bullets will be into your skull."

I could see the fear in his eyes, as he realized how serious I was. I put the gun down and turn to walk out.

"Oh, and that Wilson kid is now my apprentice, nobody touches him unless I say so, got it?" He stares at me, but briefly nods his head.