"Where are you taking me?" I asked Jean angrily.
"You'll see"
We went into the parking lot and walked into a black car. The same car he had the night we first met.
"Please tell me where we're going"
"get in the car and don't say another god damned word" He said gritting his teeth.
I sat in the car so fast. The whole car ride I didn't say another word like he told me to. We arrived in front of a very large house, it as big as a mansion.
"Open the front door and walk inside, you'll be greeted by a man with blonde hair. He's the only man I truly trust to make sure you're safe. He'll get you're living situation set up" He told to me.
"Wait... Am I... going to live here?" I said, tears forming again.
"Yes, Don't make me repeat myself and do what I say" He said sternly.
I do as he said. I open the door to the blonde haired man from that night that I met Jean. He's the one that gave me the money to dance with Jean.
"Hi" he said with a shy tone
"Hi" I said back
"My name's Armin, I'll be helping you move in" He said to me
He grabbed my arm and walked me up a grand staircase that was lined with a red carpet. The whole second floor was red carpet actually. What's with the color red?
"Hey Armin what about all my clothes and all my things back at my house?" I asked him
"Oh don't worry, we already took the liberty of bringing your things here, you just have to unpack everything out of the boxes" he said.
"You're joking right?" I nervously chuckled.
He turned around to face me.
"Nope" he said with a serious face.
He turned back around and stopped in front of a room. He opened the door and led me inside.
"This is your new room Y/n, I hope you like it." He said to me.
He walked out of the room and closed the door.
"WAIT" I called out.
I ran to the door only to hear it click. He locked it. I look around the room to see boxes stacked up all over the place. Better get to unpacking I guess.
I was about halfway through sorting my clothes when I realized that I haven't seen my records OR my record player anywhere. I frantically open the rest of the boxes, it wasn't there. I ran to the door and started banging on it.
"SOMEONE PLEASE, help me" I said crying through my words.
I continued to bang on the door until I heard keys jiggling coming from the lock on the other side. The door suddenly opened and I was pushed back. A familiar face creeped from behind the door. It was the green eyed boy from earlier.
"Hey, what's all the commotion going on? Why are you crying and banging on the door" he asked.
"Who are you? Get out of my room" I demanded, wiping away my tears.
"The boss heard a woman's scream come from this direction and asked me to check it out, now why were you yelling?"
" Is your boss Jean perhaps?" I asked
"Yeah, he is, why?"
" I want to speak with Jean immediately"
"Yeah sorry but he's extremely busy right now, want me to take a message?" He grinned
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Criminal ways : A Jean Kirstein X Reader
FanfictionY/N is stripper and Jean is a world famous mafia leader. Y/n is kidnapped and forced to live with him. Does she resent him for the rest of her life or does she succumb to Stockholm syndrome? This fanfic is POC friendly. We need to be included but it...
