HE'S MINE STAY AWAY FROM HIM! {Bob velseb x m.reader}

chapter 2

Aftering doing research, and printing off some things he would need and writing things down like addresses, ect.

Rushing home breaking maybe 15 traffic laws on his way. M/n basically broke his door down. Well he didn't unlock it so it's broken but still mostly on the hinges. Running to the basement he went to the wall on the left picking up a hammer on the way. With a giant swing he smacked the wall.

Might be his aggressive strength or adrenaline but he broke it with one smack. Finishing off the wall so he could enter the small room. he smiled at his old friend. Walking to it he smiled as he felt the fabric. Before moving to the small table.

Picking up the arm wraps that were like band aids. Wrapping his arms and fingers safely he walked to his lovely outfit. Putting on knee highs before the nice figting black pants. Then the black tight t shirt tucked in but still very movable.

Taking the belt with holders me put it on. And knife holders on his left tight, a gun holder on his right. And knive holders on his caves. Then the trenchcoat, it was black as well and also to his feet. But height enough he could run fast and well. On top was like a jacket, with a wide hood.

He out on his mask around his lower face. Finishing it up with lower arm armor like leather gloves that had knife holders. Running to the main room he put weapons of all kinds in his belt, waist arm, holders. Taking extra ammo. Running to his room he got from under his pillow a key. Going to his safe he took out all the money.

Shoving it in a duffel bag. Throwing it to the side before packing a lot of clothes, and other necessarys. Taking it to the garage he threw them in the back. Going to the kitchen and getting any food that was non cook and non refrigerated. Taking it to the truck as well. Getting some portable chargers as well. He threw a chainsaw in his bed and a few tools. Thinking over everything making sure he had what he needed he got a a bucket of blood from the basement. Using it as if it was paint he went to his living room.

'Y/N SAWYER LIVES'

He wrote splatering it everywhere. "Take what's mine. After i was so kind to  go undercover!" M/n yelled throwing blood everywhere. Destroying the house.

Now dark out he covered the blood tightingly he put it secure in the bed of the truck before driving to his dinner. Unlocking it he took all the money that was in the register, and his office. Throwing it in the duffel bag. Getting a ladder from you back he used to blood to cross his old last name, l/n. Using his hand once again to write 'Sawyer' on it. The sign now saying 'Sawyer dinner' he got the rest of the 20 gallon bucket of blood taking in inside covering everything in blood. And destroying everything. His rage speech continuing.

"I only killed what i needed!" He yelled. "And you take whats MINE!" once finished he stood in the door way with a devilish smirk. "You want to play dirty? Fine. Lets play dirty." Getting in his truck blood from his gloved in the handle and steering wheel but he didn't care.

As he drives down the empty roads he takes out the black phone. Going to a group chat and opening it. Seeing the familiar names. He typed one message for the first time in years.

'Y/n Sawyer is back.' He typed closing the phone and turning on the radio. Playing his music as drives down the road to a old friends.

He could hear the black phone blowing up with messages and he couldn't help but smirk. He was going to kill a lot of mother fuckers. 'Should of stayed in your fucking place.'he thought. He was going to get what's his back. If its the last god damn thing he does.