Imagine Book 2

Against All Odds- Amanda (Taken)

As requested by GamingBros713! Male Y/N.

The dimly lit corridors of the abandoned warehouse reeked of sweat, fear, and despair. Y/N Mills gripped his pistol tightly, his knuckles pale against the weapon's black finish. Each step he took was deliberate, his boots hitting the grimy floor without a sound. His training as a mercenary made him a predator in the darkness, but tonight, he wasn't just a soldier on a mission. He was a man desperate to save someone he loved.

Amanda.

Her name was a fire in his chest, burning away fear and exhaustion. Y/N had been racing against time since receiving the call from his father, Bryan, about Kim's abduction. The shock of learning Amanda had been taken too had sharpened his resolve. Kim was his sister, his blood, but Amanda—Amanda was the girl he couldn't stop thinking about.

She was a whirlwind of sunshine and chaos, with a laugh that could melt ice and eyes that sparkled with life. He'd loved her quietly, afraid to ruin the delicate balance of their friendship. But now, as he moved through this hellish labyrinth, he couldn't shake the image of her as he'd last seen her—vibrant and full of life. He couldn't let that light go out.

"Clear," Bryan muttered from behind him, his voice low.

Y/N took after Bryan, both reliable with a sharp eye and an even sharper temper. Together, they were a deadly team, but tonight, they were playing a losing game. The clock was ticking, and the traffickers had no qualms about discarding their "merchandise" if the deal went south.

Y/N raised a fist, signalling his father to halt. The faint hum of voices reached his ears, accompanied by muffled cries. His heart rate spiked as he crept closer to the source. Peering around the corner, he spotted a steel door flanked by two armed guards.

"This is it," Y/N whispered.

Bryan nodded, his face set in grim determination. Without a word, they sprang into action.

Y/N moved like a shadow, his silenced pistol barking twice. Both guards crumpled to the floor before they could react. He surged forward, grabbing the keycard from one of the bodies and swiping it through the reader. The door hissed open, revealing a horrifying scene.

The room was a makeshift holding cell, littered with dirty mattresses and flickering fluorescent lights. Amanda lay crumpled on one of the stained beds, her wrists bruised and her breathing shallow. Her golden hair was matted, her skin pale and slick with sweat.

"Amanda," Y/N breathed, his voice breaking. He crossed the room in three long strides, falling to his knees beside her.

Her head lolled to the side, eyes barely open. A fresh wave of rage surged through him as he noticed the needle marks on her arm. They'd been drugging her—keeping her compliant, destroying her piece by piece.

"Y/N, we've got incoming," Bryan warned, his gun trained on the door as he desperately looked around at the mattresses for Kim, but she didn't appear to be there.

"Hold them off," Y/N snapped, his focus locked on Amanda.

He gently shook her, his large hands cradling her delicate shoulders. "Amanda, it's me. It's Y/N. I'm here. You're safe now."

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her chest rose and fell in erratic, shallow breaths. She was on the verge of overdosing.

"No, no, no," Y/N muttered, his training kicking in. He pulled a syringe of naloxone from his gear—an essential for situations like this. With practised precision, he injected the life-saving drug into her vein, silently praying it wasn't too late.

Behind him, Bryan was a whirlwind of violence, taking down the reinforcements with brutal efficiency. Gunfire echoed through the room, but Y/N stayed focused on Amanda, stroking her hair as he whispered reassurances.