Y/n Y/l/n, agrees to help her friend execute a kidnapping. Y/n finds herself struggling to contain the situation, killing 2 people in the process, one of which is Hailee Steinfeld. After realizing that Hailee never died, she rushes to finish the job...
"Can you draw blood from room 5? His name is Brad Price." Lauren says.
"Yeah." I say.
"Thank you." Laruen says.
Lauren hands me a clipboard and I go to room 5.
"Alright, I'm gonna draw some blood." I say putting a pair of gloves on.
"You're really pretty. Can I get your number?" Brad says.
"Heh, you're too young for me. I'm 28." I say cleaning his arm.
"Well, can I get your email?" Brad asks.
I laugh and he smiles.
"C'mon." Brad says making a fist.
"I'm gay." I say inserting the needle.
"Oh, shit. My bad." Brad says as blood fills the tube.
"You're alright." I say chuckling.
"I bet you get mad bitches." He says.
"I'm married, separated, but married." I say.
I take the needle out and wrap his arm. I walk out and hand the tube to Lauren.
"Your wife is calling on line 2." Laruen says.
I sigh and pick up the phone.
"Yes?" I ask.
"I need more money." Sarah says.
"What happened to the money I sent you?" I ask.
Sarah doesn't say anything and I sigh.
She probably spends money on clothes knowing that kid needs to eat. If she put down the Chipotle she wouldn't need to buy more clothes.
"I get paid on Friday, so just wait." I say.
"Fine." Sarah says.
I hang up and sigh.
Time Skip
"How have you been?" Chris asks hugging me.
"Good." I say.
"Listen, I got a job but I can't do it alone." Chris says.
Chris is a criminal, but he's never been caught. We're childhood best friends but two different people.
"It's a big ransom." Chris says.
"A kidnapping?! Hell no!" I say.
"You know Max Gonzales aka Maxo? At least $200,000 if we get him. I got a plan and everything but I need you." He says.
"Uh-uh, get somebody else to do it." I say.
"You're my main gal." He says.
"No!" I say.
"Y/n, please." He says.
"Are you fucking stupid?! You're planning on kidnapping one of the biggest celebrities in the world. You're not getting away with it and I'm not fucking helping you." I say.
"I have one life and I can't fuck it up. Get a job like the rest of us, you bozo." I say.
"Y/n-" Chris says.
"Fuck off." I say walking away.
2 hours later...
I open the front door and see mail on the floor. I pick it up and open it.
Bills keep increasing, but the pay is still the same.
I sigh and call Chris.
"Yo." Chris says.
"When are you doing this?" I ask.
Time Skip
"This the house?" I ask.
"Yep." Chris says.
I put my mask on and we get out. I grab the backpack out of the backseat and put it on.
We hop the fence and avoid the cameras. We creep around the side of the house and Chris pries the window open. I climb through and quietly open the bathroom door.
I hear humming and I creep down the hall. I see Max in the kitchen and Chris sneaks up behind him. Chris wraps his arm around Max's neck and I open the backpack. Max falls on the floor and I tie him up with rope.
"Max." Someone says.
I turn around and see a woman staring at us.
"Get her!" Chris says.
She runs down the hall and I chase her.
I grab her and she punches me in the face. I groan and kick the back of her leg. She falls and I grab her legs. She kicks me in the face and blood runs down my face.
"Fuck." I groan.
She gets back up and runs for the door. I take the gun out of the back of my pants and throw it at the back of her head. She falls on the floor and I sigh.
"What a fucking mess." I say wiping the blood off my face.
"I think she dislocated my nose." I say.
"Don't fucking laugh." I say as Chris laughs.
I push my nose back in place and groan.
"Let's get them in the van." Chris says.
I tie the woman up and pick her up. Chris picks Max up and we carry them outside. I press the button to open the gate and we put them in the back of the van.
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