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Featuring Cench only and Walid as his right-hand man
trigger warnings: mentions of trafficking, domestic violence, etc (street shit!)
(this was terrible but its been in the drafftssss)
They say people are like money. I never knew what that meant until I became that value of currency. I've been going through some things...
Y/N trembled under the cold rain. She had no idea where she was, the time of day it was, or who she even was. The rain fell harder on her exposed skin. She wasn't even dressed right for the cold Montana weather. Her tank top was soaked through and her jeans felt tight. Her feet were bare and she didn't have her glasses.
The sounds of thunder made her skin crawl. Cars passed by without giving her a second thought. Y/N wiped the rain from her face easing into a dead-end alley. Her head buzzed feeling her senses come back to her tenfold.
Hidden next to a dumpster to shield herself from the cold a blurry figure approached, "Yo!"
Y/N flinched wiping away at her bruised face. The lighting from the dark sky illuminated the man before her. His curly hair fell down his ears, curling from the rain. His chains rattled against his neck. He was gorgeous, but Y/N knew the devil could look like an angel.
"You good?"
"Hello?"
Y/N's ears rung feeling his warm hand on her shoulder. The flashbacks came harder. She could hear the screams, the banging, the sounds of bullets.
"Please, don't hurt me!" She shouted covering her face.
"What?"
White heat glazed her eyes as her panic attack surfaced. Her vision blurred further clouding her vision. The same white heat paired with the static in her ears sent her into a spiral.
...
Y/N sat up in the warm bed with a heavy shout. Holding her heavy chest she eyed her surroundings. The door handle turned ominously and the door creaked open. Her eyes widened as she flung herself from the middle of the bed.
Y/N stood by the window as the man entered. Her eyebrows creased when he held a tray of food. He looked different than the man from the alley. His skin was a tad bit darker, he was bulky and his hair was in cornrows.
"Are you hungry?" The man asked stepping towards her.
Y/N backed away keeping her head down. Walid looked at her shirt seeing blood stains but it wasn't her blood. He took a step back, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"What happened to you?"
Y/N ignored the question keeping her eyes on the tray of food. It was a plain turkey sandwich and chips. Her mouth watered at the sight. Walid lifted the edges of his mouth into a smile to seem less intimidating.
"I'm gonna put the tray right here, okay? I won't move. I'm Walid. You're safe here."
Y/N took a deep breath when he placed the tray on the floor. She felt small but spoke up, "The other."
Walid could see right through her, "Cench?"
Y/N nodded, his name sounded familiar, "Yes, the one with the chains."
Walid laughed making her confused, "Yes."
"Is he here? I don't want to speak to anyone else."
Walid nodded, "Okay."
....
"She'll only speak to you," Walid said softly, trying not to scare Y/N who was in the other room.
Oakley sighed cracking his knuckles, "Why can't we just dump her where I found her?"
Walid rolled his eyes as Oakley counted the green stacks of money on the table. Ten kilos of cocaine sat next to the money counter in perfect order.
"No, we can't. Just go talk to her or something. She's troubled Cee."
Oakley shrugged, "So. We see more troubled bitches in our line of work."
"I think she comes from Draymont's girls."
Oakley sat up at this assumption. The red velvet couch cushions faltered under his weight, "You think we can get through to him..."
Walid finished his sentence, "Through her."
....
Y/N faced Cench on the bed. She watched as his hands gripped onto a warm wash cloth. A bucket full of hot water was the only warmth she had felt in a long time.
She didn't flinch when he wiped the cloth on her face. "Where'd you come from hmm?"
Y/N ignored his preying eyes. She took in his accent, "I'm not gonna hurt you, you know that right?"
"I know you see these bruises all over your body. Who hurt you?"
Y/N finally lifted her eyes to his face, "Money did."
Authors Note;
Y'all vote and comment I been awayyyy too long with writers block
