juicyfruitsnacks x reader // mafia

kidnap

"we got him, miss. transporting him back to base now." 

a muffled voice squeezed through the back of the seat, just audible for a certain male to hear-- his limbs restrained and vision blacked out, panic arising in his body. trapped in a very small compartment his body remained crunched up, unable to move his hands nor his legs as they were both tied with thick copper wire---cutting into his skin the more he attempted to slide himself out. letting out a muffled shout through the material lodged deep into his mouth he turned onto his back and attempted to kick at the top of the hood with his only good leg "fcpmphhhhh!!! mmmm!er!!!" his shouts and screams were inaudible and barely in ear shot to anybody who could've been out on the street. The loudest noise he could make to draw attention was his bare foot relentlessly bashing against the top of the hood, despite the pain it caused him to do so. "hey!! shut up back there!" one of the antagonist called out from the front of the car, not that the man was going to listen to them. 

Just as he landed one more strong kick to the hood, he was jolted to his side and slammed up against the side of the boot--directly onto his wounded leg. Gaeges eyes widened as his leg collided with the metal wall, a sharp pain engulfing his entire leg "AHHHMMMMM" he bit down hard into the cloth that was stuck in-between his teeth and let out a pained scream, his eyes clamped shut as his eyes glazed with tears. the pain was unbearable, and he could only imagine how much worse he was going to endure once he arrived to wherever they were trafficking him too. 

although he didn't have much time dwell on the thought- the vehicle coming to a brutal stop after another aggressive turn. In darkness, he listened as the men in the front announced their arrival over an intercom-- a door opening, foot steps....                                                                                           The trunk suddenly swung up, a gust of cold air hitting Gaege's body but his vision remained dark. The bag over his head restricted him from seeing anything other than the hay like material that the bag was made of "alright, go easy on us ol'boy" a man chuckled as Gaege began to kick his feet in desperation of escape, only to be met with a wooden bat colliding with the side of his face.

Gambino mansion:

"Gaege? Gaege? are you there?" Y/n sat on her bed with her forehead rested into the palm of her hands, staring at the walkie in her left hand, her breathing erratic. The woman had been sat there for over half an hour attempting to get back in contact with the voice she was once cemented deep into a conversation with meer moments beforehand. The pit of her stomach swirled uncomfortably with a feeling of immense anxiety, her mind racing and heart pounding out of her chest-- she just had an unshakable feeling that something had happened to the man, but what if it wasn't? what if he had just cut connection? what if he-- it couldn't be. 

"what the f-"

the audible sound of him struggling

He was in trouble. Gaege was in trouble and she had no idea what to do. Only a couple weeks ago she would've just rolled over and let the sleep that she so desperately needed take her, but she just couldn't. she was worried, deathly worried. 

Ten more minutes passed when she decided to take course of action, lifting her exhausted body up out of the comfort of her bed and paced towards her closet. She needed to go see if he was okay because there was no way in hell she was going to get a good nights rest knowing he just went quiet like that so suddenly, especially after he had just returned home from robbing the Cut throats. If there was even the slightest possibility he was not so sure about them not tracking him, she was going to be the first one to find out. Y/n rushed around her room and threw on black tights, a black tube dress, a belt as an accessory with a big black coat overtop--paired with her combat boots. Even in a panic, she would never leave the house looking a mess. Grabbing her pistol and ammo which laid on her vanity, she shoved it in her purse which was already packed with her switchblades and butterfly knife-- rushing towards her bedroom door.