Cristiano Ronaldo Jr [one-shots]

The Run pt 2

*TW murder, mention of blood, guns*

He was there right in front of me. It was the officer who had let me go.

Walking by himself. Without thinking, I followed him. He went out of the town centre and into a dark alley.

This place was sketchy. What in the world was he doing here?

Suddenly a man jumped from the roof and shoved the young man against the wall with his hand slowly strangling him.

"Hey!" I yelled, stepping out.

"Ah miss, I caught a straggler!" The man yelled excitedly.

"He's with me idiot let go!" I snarled.

He immediately let go and bowed backing away.

"Go!"

He ran.

The man who had let me go fell to the floor gasping for breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked, pulling him up. He nodded, rubbing his neck.

"Well known, huh?"

"My mums, the leader of the whole criminal gangs here." I shrugged.

"If you're so evil, then why did you let a police officer go?"

"I always return the favours. You helped me. I helped you." I said.

"Thanks. Probably saved my life. I didn't really save yours from death." He said.

"You did. If my mum found out I was in jail, she would've killed me." I said. I had told him too much.

"You were following me." He said.

"Because you were going into the worst alley. Full of druggies, criminals, and murderers." I snapped.

"I want to be with you." He said.

"What?"

"I want to quit my job and stay with you. When we were fighting, I realised how cool it would be to do it all the time. Have people scared of me. Respect me."

"Oh. Really? I'm the opposite, to be honest." I said, shrugging.

"Y/n I like you." He whispered.

"Stop." I commented.

"Please stop."

"Why?" He asked, confused.

"I don't like it. You're scaring me!" I said, slowly backing away.

"You've never been in a relationship? Or liked anyone?" He asked.

"What no ew the heck are you on!" I sneered.

"Weed." He joked.

"Shut up." I said a grin plastered on my face.

"Come on, it will be fun. You like games, don't you?"

"Yes, Cristiano, I do."

"Wait, hang on, how do you know my name?" He spluttered.

"Your police badge the other day, dummie. I know more, though. Son if Ronaldo." I said. He was scared.

"That doesn't mean I'm anything like him." He scoffed.

"Alright, sure, lover boy." I teased.

"Shortie."

"Lover boy."

"Shortie."

"Who's this?" A sharp voice snapped.

"My boyfriend." I answered. My mum walked over.

"Prove your worth." She said, turning to Cristiano.

"Okay." He said. He walked to the entrance of the alley and grabbed the next person who passed. A man.

"Prepare to die." I heard him whisper in the victims ear.

He shoved him against the wall and held out a hand towards me. I handed him my gun.

A shot fired ringing out in the air. A smirk crept up my mums face, and Cristiano stepped back blood on his hands. Officially, a murderer.