C/N POV:
"Sir?"
I look up at one of my men with a glare, my hand in my hair out of anger & stress as I respond in a gruff tone filled with annoyance.
"What?"
The man is visibly nervous, but he continues on nonetheless.
"We found him."
My heart practically stops at the three words I've just been provided with. I feel a deep sense of rage at the very idea of who he might be referring to.
"Who, exactly?"
"Y/–."
"Don't you dare mention his name. Just give me a yes or no."
"Yes, him."
Fucking finally. Time to do what I've been just itching to do since the day I was put in prison ten years ago.
I'm deadly silent for a few seconds before uttering a few words dripping with utter fury.
"Get the driver out front and give him the address."
"S–"
"Did. I. Fucking. Stutter? No, I didn't. I said get the goddamn driver here now."
The man nods rapidly, practically scrambling out of the room out of fear while pulling his phone out of his back pocket. I immediately shoot up from my seat and storm over to my weapon cabinet, opening it and scanning through it with my eyes. I glance at a certain one of them and snatch it from the cabinet, shoving it under my belt and throwing on my jacket.
I'll show that bastard what betrayal really looks like.
I storm out of my office without bothering to shut the door behind me. I force my way through the hundreds of men gathered around the building dressed in suits similar to my own, not caring enough to mention it. I bulldoze through the front doors of my building, reaching the fully black, unsuspecting car waiting for me. I pull one of the back doors (✨stan Stray Kids [if you want]✨) open and jump into the car, buckling myself in and looking through the rearview mirror with a determined expression.
"You were given the address, correct?"
"Yes, I–"
"Good. Drive."
The driver puts the car in drive with a nod, passing his foot on the gas pedal and exiting the front. He's obviously perplexed by my behavior, but he doesn't dare question me, instead deciding to follow the orders I've given him.
That cowardly bitch, Y/N... I'm determined to be the last thing he ever sees. I'll finish the job with a smile on my face. I remember that day ten years ago, the day he fucked me over...
Flashback:
"FBI, OPEN UP!"(I had to–)
What the hell?
Thinking it's just another one of my men's stupid pranks, I chuckle lightly and approach my office door, barely managing to put my hand near the doorknob before the door swings open with a loud SLAM against my face. I groan in pain and stumble backward, holding my now bleeding cheek in my hand. Dozens of individuals with ear pieces wearing suits storm into my office, their badges reading 'Federal Bureau of Investigation'.
Well, damn. It really is the FBI.
After a moment, I finally process just how deep of shit I'm in and my eyes go wide in panic.
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~Male crush x male reader~
RomanceBasically just as the title says. This will contain fluff, lemon, lime, littlespace, and angst. All stories are gay (obviously), so if you don't like that, just don't read this. This is my first one shot book, so please be patient. I also get writer...
