GRISHAVERSE X READERS

CAUGHT IN HIS WORLD [KAZ BREKKER]

Summary: Kaz asking you to accompany him for a job makes you think it'd be a nice opportunity to spend time with him, but instead you end up breaking and entering to one of the most feared gang's warehouse, and that doesn't exactly meet your morals.

Prompt: A36. "Wait, do we have a permission to do this?"

You had always been a good and obedient child, raised in a wealthy family of merchants, that valued order and stability. But there was one person who made you question who you were, who you were supposed to be - and that person was Kaz Brekker.

The boy quickly gaining reputation as a ruthless killer, a child demon. He'd even get called Dirtyhands after he started to wear his gloves, for all the horrible things he did - some kids not much younger than him were taught that if they didn't behave, Dirtyhands would come and take them. Him breaking his leg and getting a cane just intensified the rumours somehow, even the weakness was turned into something scary.

And you had fallen for him of all people. You had tried to push your feelings down - you really had. But it wasn't that simple, maybe the life he lived was why you felt so drawn to him. So you sought for his company, hung out with him as much as he let you, and eventually he seemed to warm up to you too. Or at least he didn't snap at you as much as before.

One day, Kaz asked if you wanted to accompany him for a job. He was being vague about the details, but honestly you didn't mind, you'd enjoy spending time with him - even if a small voice at the back of your head was telling you that it was a bad idea. So here you were, walking through the dark alleys of Ketterdam, slightly uneasy about shady people lurking in the shadows. You thanked the Saints you were with Kaz while there, he'd kill everyone trying to ambush you, and people knew it.

Finally, you stopped in front of a warehouse and Kaz scanned his surroundings quickly. His gaze fell on the large lock hanging from the door and took out a small pouch of lockpicks, laying his cane against the wall and kneeling down on his good leg as he started working on the lock.

Was he breaking into a warehouse? Your heart started pounding in your chest, you had known in a way that you shouldn't have come with him, but you had been too wrapped around Kaz's dangerous aura to resist it.

"Wait," you asked, for some reason hoping Kaz had a legitimate reason to do it. "Do we have a permission to do this?"

"Of course," he replied, not even glancing at you. "Hein Middelesch asked me to snatch some jewelry and some papers to claim the ownership of certain shops at the Barrel. He's a real gentleman, helping a rivaling gang like that."

You swallowed, recognising the name. "H-Hein Middelesch? The leader of Grinning Cats? Kaz-"

The lock gave a click on that moment and opened, and then the door was open, and Kaz headed inside, without letting you finish the sentence.

The warehouse wasn't that big, but the clicks of Kaz's cane still echoed through the hall. You followed him meekly, feeling like you had just committed a murder of some kind. Kaz began looking through the cabinets and boxes, once in a while stuffing items to his pockets, and you glanced around, basically being scared of your own shadow.

After a few minutes of just standing there, you cleared your throat. "Kaz, um. I don't know if it's wise to be here. What if we get caught? The Cats are known to dig eyes out–"

"You can always walk out of the door." Kaz interrupted, not even giving you a glance.

You sighed. "I... I don't want to leave you here alone. It's just that, my family wouldn't think this is a good idea."

Kaz moved onto the next box, and you almost heard an eyeroll in his words. "Of course they wouldn't, they're too busy to count their kruge and looking down at us Barrel rats."

You felt a twinge of anger at his words. "That's not fair. My family has worked hard for our wealth, unlike Pekka Rollins for example."

Kaz's shoulders tensed at the mention of his arch nemesis, his hands pausing for a moment. But then he continued, "Sure they did. And they'd be absolutely thrilled to know that their little princess is here, having broken in into a warehouse with me."

"I'm not a princess. And I didn't break in. You did. I agreed to come with you just to spend time with you. I didn't know you'd do something like this. Clearly I made a mistake."

Kaz stood up, finally turning to look at you. His face had his usual scowl, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at you. "You sure are quick to turn against me."

You crossed your arms, groaning. "I'm not turning against you, Kaz. I just don't want to get into trouble."

Kaz let out a snort. "Doing something like this probably isn't what you've been used to? Being acquaintances with me and assuming you'll never get your hands dirty isn't an option."

He always called you an acquaintance. Not a friend. Acquaintance. You had come to hate that word by now. You fought with your heart for a moment, before you finally gave in to it.

"Alright," you grumbled, taking a look at the boxes around the hall. "What shelf should I look through?"

Kaz smirked, nodding over to the shelf next to the one he had been rummaging through. "Start with that one."

You slowly walked over to it, taking in a deep sigh before you peeked into the first box. You definitely didn't feel like you were in your element, but you knew that what Kaz said was true - in the Barrel, you either adapt or you die. It was harsh and cruel, but it was the truth. And as much as it went against your morals, you wanted to help Kaz to survive. Being a Dreg didn't come for free, and there was no way Kaz would let that life go. Something had happened to him prior to meeting you, something involving Pekka Rollins, and his revenge required him to become powerful. The kind of powerful that didn't come the legitimate way.

Deep down, you knew that this path you were going with Kaz Brekker could bring you into the criminal world - your family could disown you, you could end up in the street. But still, in a twisted way, this was something you felt right about doing. Even when you were reluctant about it, you felt like you were part of something that would help Kaz in a way you would never be able to help anyone else. You weren't sure where that feeling came from, but you were always drifting back to Kaz, back in his company, somewhere you didn't belong. Maybe things would sort themselves out in the end. Maybe Kaz would start calling you a friend instead of an acquaintance. And maybe...

Maybe there would be something more waiting for you and Kaz.