What It Cost: Prisoner!Noah Sebastian x Reader[AU]-One Shot

Angel meets The Devil

I stifled yet another yawn behind my fist and shook out the cobwebs, doing my best to stay awake. The nighttime air as it busted through the crack in my car window did little to keep the slumber from pulling me under, but I did whatever I could do. The music was blasting, the bass shaking all parts of my car and I had just thrown another empty can of Dr. Pepper into the plastic bag in the front seat I'd been using as garbage. I'd been driving for the last three hours, exhaustion desperately trying to weigh me down but I refused to let it win. I had somewhere I needed to be at a certain time otherwise all of this, everything I sacrificed would have been for nothing.

Blinking my eyes, I did my best to see through the thick fog that seemed to have crept along the long stretch of the back roads of California, making it nearly impossible to see more than a few feet in front of me. Through the music that played in my speaker came a text tone followed by another and another.

"The fuck," I grumbled while reaching for my phone.

Texting and driving. Nice, dumbass. Try not to kill yourself.

Ignoring the chastising voice in my head, I flicked my gaze down to the screen on my phone and quickly read the messages.

Matt: Package is shipped.

Matt: We will meet at the rendezvous point in four days.

Matt: Be safe kid. Love you.

Through the hell of the last 34 hours, I let a smile creep on my lips at the words from my brother. He was always there for me, no matter what I had done growing up and that didn't stop now when both of us were adults.

"I'm your big brother. It's my job to protect you, Y/N."

His words from when I called him the other night in tears were what kept me going; and kept my mind from thinking back to that night. I needed to keep moving forward, not dwindle in fear of the repercussions.

"Oh shit!"

My phone clattered to the floor of my car, and the sound of my brakes screeching in the night air when I saw the faint form of something through the thick fog. I stopped mere inches in front of it, then once my erratic heart began to slow, I leaned closer to my windshield, barely making out the man that stood in front of my car.

His dark hair covered his eyes, cascading down past his shoulders and the white tank top he wore stood out in the vast darkness when he spread his arms across the warm metal of my car, hands pressing against it. His broad chest rose and fell with each deep breath and I couldn't help but notice that he spent a lot of time in the gym. The muscles in his arms rippled as he continued to keep his arms outstretched on my car. The headlights cast him in a bright glow thanks to the fog around him and I nearly choked on my breath when he made a down motion with his finger.

Roll down the window.

I shook my head, fear settling low in my stomach. Why was he out here in the middle of the night? Strolling around on the dark road alone? This was a receipt for disaster if I obliged his request. The smart thing to do would be to drive away from him, leaving him in the dust, so why the fuck was I rolling down the window?

"You almost hit me," he adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

My stomach flipped at his deep voice. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't see you."

The man didn't move, only continued to stare into my soul from outside the windshield.

"Can you please move? I need to keep driving," I asked after a beat of silence.

"Where are you headed?" He asked.

I scoffed. "Why the fuck would I tell you? You could be some serial killer."