My Soulmate

Chapter 25 - To Break Through pt.2

Sunday, April 27th, XXXX - 12:20pm

Everyone watched as the uninvited guest entered. 

It was a dangerous looking man. A gangster for sure. The brown-eyed brunette, with their hair so unkempt, had tattoos covering his forearms that showed from his rolled up sleeves of his double layered jacket. He had neck tattoos as well, and possessed several facial piercings. A septum, an eyebrow piercing, and an industrial in his left ear. He wore a hideous scowl as he scanned the room, looking at the five individuals in the room. 

"Where's Reiner...?" His voice of a surprisingly lighter tone, inquired. 

"U-Um..." Armin started. "He's in his room."

"He's in a tough spot right now." Marco added. 

"Well...Kyle, Reiner's dormmate-or, I'm assuming ex-dormmate..." The gangster looked into the empty room besides Reiner's. "...'lent' Mr. Braun some 'relief' around a month ago. Kyle didn't use any of it, so he didn't owe me money. However...he didn't rightfully get it off me either, so he had to pay a different way..."

The Armin and Marco backed away from the man, being closest to him. 

"Reiner just owes me the money that's rightfully owed to my boss. He's getting the easy way out." The gangster said. 

"How...much does he owe you?" Armin asked. 

"I don't believe that's any of your damn business. So you keep your fuckin' mouth shut and don't ask questions." The thug told him aggressively. He took a few steps towards Reiner's door, before (Y/n) stood in front of him, standing ground. 

With her hands set on her hips, she glowered back at the irritable thug, making direct eye contact. "You're not going in there. He's unwell. He doesn't need to see you." 

The thug showed grievance, aggravated that the woman before him to be his obstacle. "Excuse you? Do you know who I am!?" 

"No, and I don't care." She dully responded. 

The thug made a sudden, grievous, smirk. "Well look, cutie..." 

Jean, Armin, and Marco glared at the thug's choice of vocabulary to refer to (Y/n). 

"I'm Lou. Kyle's supplier. That's all ya' get to know about me. Now, here's the thing. You can't buy something without paying, right? Then it's not 'buying'...it's 'stealing'. And I'm employed under a legitimate business." 

"Um, I DO understand. I'm not frickin' retarded."

The thug scowled again, not appreciating her attitude. 

"How about this? You tell me how much he owes you, and...I'll pay you on his behalf? And once I do, you NEVER come back here again. Meaning, you don't come here to advertise to Reiner, or anyone else attending Uni here. And I'm sure he'll never use what you or your boss are selling, ever again." She told him straightforwardly, hoping it'd get into his thick skull. 

The thug approached her closer. 

Seeing this, the men, with the exception of Floch, stepped towards the thug; ready to pounce the second he tried to touch their friend. 

"$250." The bad man, Lou, told her. 

(Y/n) let out a sigh of relief, thankful it wasn't in the thousands range. And what a miracle it was she was given a modeling job that paid well. She pulled out her wallet, and counted her cash. She pulled out the cash needed, but it was ripped from her hand before she got to count it.