Dirtyhands and the Bloodbender

Chapter I: The Girl In His Suit

The Girl In His Suit

Kaz Brekker

I have begun to let my guard down. Too often, in my opinion. Perhaps that is how one of Rollins' Dime Lions had cornered me and Jesper in an alleyway.

Jesper had his hands resting on his guns but I wanted to know what Rollins wanted.

"What business?" I ask. It was a common response in the Barrel, not as a greeting but straight to the point.

"Rollins wants you to back off of his turf." The Dime Lion was walking forward, and nearly had our backs on the wall. I started to panic, internally, of course. I didn't have a plan to get out of this, but I couldn't let Jesper know that.

"I have never set foot in Rollins turf." I attempt to buy my time, although all three of us know that is a lie.

Two gunshots go off, one bullet hitting the man in the head and the other planted in his chest. He drops to the ground, unmoving, eyes still widened.

I glance at Jesper. His guns weren't smoking. "Wasn't me, boss." He raises his hands in surrender.

Someone jumps from the roof, their footsteps echoing softly on the ground, standing in shadow. I almost assume it's Inej when I remember that she was off doing a job.

"Do you always have to get yourselves in trouble when I'm not around?" The person asks.

Jesper grins and I thought he was about to sweep them off their feet. "Y/n/n!"

"Hey Jes." They step out of the shadows. It's my second in command, Y/n L/n. Her h/c hair was swirled into a hat and her eyes were shining the way they always did after a job. She wore a black suit, nearly the same as my own. Wait. That is one of my suits.

I raise an eyebrow, hoping it doesn't reveal whatever I feel when I look at her, "You took one of my suits? Again?"

She glances down at her outfit, as if she could forget what she wore and shrugged, evidently not regretting it. "Nina had to tailor me to look like you. For a job." She didn't look very different, though Nina may have already tailored her back.

What? No one had told me of that. "Were they fooled?"

Before Y/n can answer, Jesper does it for her. "Of course they were fooled, Y/n/n's the best actress in the Slat. Except for myself and Nina, I suppose."

"Speaking of acting, Pekka Rollins stopped by the Crow Club earlier. He was acting all nice and wanted to speak to you. I told him to talk to me instead. That asshole was looking at me like I'm eye candy in front of the whole Crow Club. But he did tell me what he wanted." Y/n adjusted the suit cuff, barely glancing at me while she spoke. She said it casually, like it happened everyday, but I could tell she knew that this must be important.

"Really? What did he want?" I didn't want my tone to change, but it had, all the niceties gone. He was looking at her like what?

Y/n looks around. "Not here." She sets off back to the Slat.

Author's Note: Why hello everyone, and welcome to "Dirtyhands and the Bloodbender", my Kaz x reader fic. As you can tell, this isn't the Six of Crows storyline; don't worry that will come. I'll have flashbacks and stuff in the story and try to go into different characters' points of view, but mainly Y/n and Kaz. I thought I would try something new and start off the first chapter from Kaz's point of view. Tell me what you all think and thanks for reading.

Authoress out!