{ "put on a show for me, baby" }
──── 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა
⌗ r. suna × fem! reader
꒰ 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 ꒱
✎ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ; a gang leader who runs
a tattoo parlor runs into another gang
leader, suna rin...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO:
❝ 𝑅𝐼𝑁 ! ❞
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A groan escaped your dry throat as your eyes fluttered open. The stinging sensation of your hands bound together in a zip tie was apparent but thankfully your legs were free.
You looked around, observing the low lit room you were in. You had no concept of what time to day it was. In actuality, it seemed like you couldn't remember much at all.
You closed your eyes as if you could will yourself to remember all that could happen within the last 24 hours. However, your thoughts were shattered by a bloodcurdling scream. Your ears perked up and surely you could recognize that voice anywhere, it was Suna's.
Immediately you went into a panic as the memories came flooding over you. The meeting, being followed, the drugging. Everything. You and Suna had been kidnapped and separated. And now, at the moment it seemed that he was in more danger than you were.
Before you could manage to formulate a proper plan the sound of a door opening reached your ears. Quickly turning, your eyes widened. Three men stood in front of you, only one seemed familiar. The blonde that you had seen twice in the past two weeks stood in front of you.
"Akihito," you spat out.
The said male smiled, clearly pleased that you had recognized him. Adverting your attention from him, you skimmed over the remaining to men. One stood impressively tall. His short brown hair barely brushed his forehead and his face was drawn into a stone like expression. The other man was much shorter and stood out a lot more and his orange hair drew attention to him.
You had no idea who these people were. "Who are you?"
The taller man's expression remained unchanging. "I'm surprised you don't even have the slightest clue to what your adversaries look like. It's quite interesting since you are such an esteemed leader, Y/n. If I must, however, I am Ushijima and my colleagues Hinata, and as you know Akihito."
Surprise filled you as you heard the introduction but it was soon followed by rage. Rage for the man who had offered Okinawa to work with him. Rage for the man who had gotten one of your best friends killed. Rage for the man who had now kidnapped you and your boyfriend.
