Call of Duty OneShots

Rodolfo- Prisoner

The Mafia is worldwide.

Different groups, rivalries, allies.

Who would of thought the military would get involved?

The Vixen Mafia, who you were the leader of was famous. Famous for their heinous acts and cover businesses.

You were filthy rich, and dirty money it was. Money taken from any poor soul that you could dig your claws in to.

You were used to rival groups poking their noses where it doesn't belong but you never thought the military would. They never had before, so you wondered just where you slipped up.

It was no secret that you didn't hide when someone came looking for you.Your office was open to the public after all.

You owned plenty of buildings. A few offices, a strip club, a casino, and an apartment complex.

You had money rolling in from all corners, and no one hardly messed with you. Your logo was well known to the point if someone saw the Nine Tailed Fox, they looked the other way.

You were oblivious to the fact that the Los Vaqueros were closing in on you quickly, and for what? You hadn't known yet.

It was a silent day, not very busy and there were no reports of rival gangs snooping around your territory.

The sunshine was filtering in through the curtains of your office while you enjoyed your morning coffee at your desk.

Though your hand didn't waver when two men dressed in military gear busted through your door, your heart sped up a notch. You raised a brow as you turned to them, unarmed and calm.

"May I help you gentlemen?"

The two men shared a knowing glance as they steadied the aim of their rifles onto you.

"Y/N, you're coming with us."
You hum as you gently place your coffee on your desk, willing to go with them as you never run from anyone.

"Of course."

The taller of the males nose crinkles in confusion and skepticism as he approaches you with a pair of handcuffs. You hold your wrist behind your back, letting him handcuff you and push you out of the door.

A black SUV with tinted windows awaits outside for you, how typical, you couldn't help but think.

The shorter of the males sits across from you, as the taller one slides into the driver's seat. You tilt your head curiously as you watch the male in front of you.
"What pleasure do I have to be captured by you today?"

The male huffs slightly in amusement to your curious but teasing tone.

"We're Los Vaqueros, and you're going to help us with a little something. No exceptions."

Your eyebrows furrow. They want your help? That's strange. Your thoughts run haywire as you try to come to a reasonable conclusion but there just wasn't one that you could see at this given moment.

"You want the help of a Mafia boss? That's new."

The male nods slightly as he glances at his teammate in the front seat.

"I'm Rodolfo, and that's Alejandro. We're teaming up with Task Force 141 to look for a terrorist names Hassan. Heard of him?"

You huff out a slight laugh as you adjust your cuffed hands.

"Heard of him? I've done work with him but he wasn't a terrorist at that time."

Rodolfo's grip tightens on his rifle, the action didn't go unnoticed by you. It was very obvious that he didn't trust you but even so more now that he knew you had connections with Hassan.

The ride was filled with deafening silence after your last sentence and it was easy to see that the two men felt very uneasy.

The thought of you having done business with Hassan at a point in your life had them filing through thoughts. You look at Rodolfo as you click your tongue in boredom.

"Where are you taking me? Somewhere nice, somewhere lovely?"

You watch as his eye twitches in annoyance as a soft huff of air filters out of his nose.

"Oh, it's lovely alright."

You roll your eyes at the sarcastic tone in his voice as you adjust your hips to make yourself more comfortable.

You miss the way Rodolfo's eyes follow the movement almost like a hungry dog begging for table scraps.

Somewhere lovely your ass.

A prison is the destination as Alejandro stops the SUV. Rodolfo roughly grips your left arm as he opens the door and pulls you out.

Several guards stood around as you were led quickly by the arm. Two metal gates, a metal detector, and seven doors is what your mind mapped out as you were pulled along.

You grunt softly as you're thrown into a cell room forcefully. You turn back, glaring at Rodolfo with hate and anger.

"Watch it."

His lips pulled into a mocking grin as he slams the bars shut, letting the automatic lock click into place.

"You're my prisoner now, ángel"