Gang of thieves (C!wilbur X Reader) (discontinued)

._chapter three_.

It felt like hours had passed as I continue to struggle with the chains around my wrist. My work was going to pay off when I get out of here and report this all to the police, there was no way I'd let these heartless monsters roam around Greenwich any longer.

"What is all this racket about?" I hear a low mumble, heading my way. I sit up straight and try to act neutral, looking ahead to where the voice came from.

They had long blonde hair with pink tips at the end, and large scars littered their arms. They wore a- they were wearing pjs, their villainous look just dropped to a zero. 

The mugshot must of definitely been quite old because he looked completely different now.

"oh shit, who the fuck are you? Welp, I guess kidnapping goes onto our list of crimes." He spoke while itching the back of his neck. 

"And you are..?"

"What do you think I am going to do? Give you my name?" He laughs but it quickly dies down. "Gosh well. I uh better get going, I need coffee." 

"He left, just like that?! Well at least the chains are now off but how do I get out of here.. the blonde guy walked left, oh shit...... yeah.." I mumble to myself.

Laying the large chain down, I find my leg cramp up as I stood. A yelp came from my mouth and I froze in place, waiting to see if anyone was going to come. To my luc-

"Oh did the my dear hurt themself?" Wilbur's voice echoed through the long hall as footsteps followed after.

I quickly sit back down on the floor and fiddle to get he chains back around my wrists and succeed just as he walked in my vision. He inspected my movements closely.

"Not trying to escape are we?" He asks with a taunting smile. I shake my head, looking back to the floor. Wilbur crouched down and placed his thumb under my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"What do you want?" I ask plainly, moving my gaze away, holding the urge to cry my eyes out and wishing my innocent McDonalds trip didn't have to end like this.

(BASHASHASHAS L + RATIO)

"I just needed to ask if you want anything. Food, water or if you need to use the toile-"

"I am fine. I don't want any of your filthy things." I reply, rolling my eyes at him. He stood up and sighed, walking out of view and came back with a bottle of water. 

"I can't just leave you dehydrated and starved, you need to eat. Otherwise you'll die, that would be a shame." He frowned while saying the last part as if he was a child. Wilbur placed the bottle to my lips, slowly letting me drink.

The same blonde boy, Tommy, was walking towards us. His face was scrunched up, seemingly disgusted but when Wilbur turned to face him he stopped and smiled. He places the bottle on the floor besides me and stood up, towering over the other.

In Tommy's arms were at least twelve small bags and different looking wallets. He looked pleased from his work and so did Wilbur.

"Holy shit Tommy! How the fuck did you get all this?" Wilbur grinned and took a wallet, examining it in the air.

"Well turns out team b were also there. So then we all worked together, it was great!" He smiles, stashing the stolen items in one of the many metal shelves. 

"So Clay and the gang helped out, big deal." A voice spoke from behind them, the mystery guy was stood there holding about two or three wallets.

"Team b helped out, we thanked them, how about we- oh wait why is uh.. why are they still here?" Tommy turned to face me. I look away from the three as I feel the harsh glares, embarrassment and fear washing over.

"Yeah and their meddling ways got them trapped in here." Wilbur added with a scoff, taking the wallets from the other guy, placing the items with the other bunch. 

"Oh shut the fuck up." I reply with an eye roll, not bothered about some stupid consequences, well just for a split-second. Turning my gaze back at the three criminals, I notice all of them were amused. Except Wilbur.

"Well, you sure have the guts to speak back." He muttered to himself, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at me.

A loud ringtone echoed out from a small box besides me and I recognised it. My belongings were just next to me, this whole time and a bonus my hands are free. Tommy rushed over in a panic and grabbed the stained cardboard box, handing it to Wilbur.

"Someone named uhh 'Gogy man' is calling?" 

I honestly couldn't help quietly giggle when Wilbur read the contact name but then it hit me, George was looking for me. I was holding myself back to leaping up and grab the phone, knowing how out numbered I was.

"Well we all know what that means.. this dude is looking for her." Tommy had wide eyes, he looked absolutely terrified. "Oh shit, is this your boyfriend? Oh fuck uhh guys, this isn't good, not one bit. He is probably going to send out some search party." Subtle panic also shown on Wilbur's face as Tommy rambled but the un-named guy seemed rather calm.

My face turned red when he associated George was my boyfriend, even though I knew he wasn't. God what was happening today.

"Everyone calm the fuck down." Wilbur added on, looking towards me. "We can get her to talk, she can say that... she is fine and everything will cool down."

They two exchange nods to each other but I was not having it... Until Wilbur started to threaten me, great.
"Now. If you fuck things up, we will feed you to the stray dogs that lurk around at night."

My face paled at the thought, so the best idea was to give in. Fucking hell, I feel so pathetic, giving in so easily..

Wilbur answered the phone and brought it to my face, waiting for me to reply.

"(Y/n)? Where did you go, we planned another movie night and everything." George was clearly upset about my disappearance.
"I am ummmm just at a friend's house."
"Was I too boring for you.. wait you have more friends?"

Wilbur just rolled his eyes in response while I was upset and personally offended.
"Nononono you aren't boring at all! My friend had something come up so I needed to deal with it and yeah I do have more fri-."
Within a second, the call ended.

"Finally, that was getting nowhere." Mystery guy mumbled and snatched the phone from Wilbur.
"You think that went good?" Tommy asked the long haired guy.
"Yes it did Toms... He won't bother us for some time." Instead Wilbur answered back.

My hands were now twitching at this point, I had the urge to just grab the phone and run... And I think Wilbur noticed how un-eased I was.
"Now what the fuck is your issue?"
I huff out and look the other way, not wanting to even look at him anymore. I had enough of his rude arse.

"You know... Maybe we have been a bit too harsh with her." Tommy said with a subtle frown.

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A/n:

Hallo my fellow readers.
Just letting you all know that I am finally trying to finish this book.
This chapter was written on 29th of July.

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