Gang Signs And Lullabies [ Johnny x Reader ] [ Sing ]

Chapter 3.

((just saying, this is set AFTER the competition and Johnny bails his dad out. Out of guilt he agrees to help the gang out as long as he isn't involved in the crime itself.))

After a very short car journey you ended up in the garage you saw the rabbit gang atop of not so long ago. Obviously, you knew it was the rabbit gang who bought you but you didn't really care, they didn't seem aggressive. When the car pulled in, the biggest gorilla got off first peeling his flimsy rabbit mask off his face and unbuttoning is one piece, hanging it up. Now, he wore a thin white vest shirt, his sculpted chest showing a little, and black, frayed jeans. on his feet were a pair of designer high tops that look extremely expensive, $700 at least. on his hands, he wore many rings, one with a red ruby in the centre of it. he also wore multiple real gold chains and had a shiny gold molar tooth. He looked back at you and helped you out the car, his face smug.

"Whats y'name?" he said curiously.

Unwilling to show your identity, you tried to pull off the best French accent as you said your name

"y/n" You replied, eyes focussing on his bright blue ones.

He took your small hand in his leathery one and shook it hard, his arms tensing.

"Nice, I love a good fake French accent, I do. You can call me Big Daddy." He eyed you, trying to figure you out. Big Daddy was humungous and very built. His eyes were like ice, cold and unforgiving. His coal black fur was soft and well conditioned, full of life. He wasn't actually scary up close, he was a bit attractive, to say the least.

After a moment or two, he grabbed your shoulders and pointed at his gang.

"This is Barry, 'es a bit of a knob but 'e drives like the devil 'imself is chasin' 'im." He pointed to the potbellied gorilla that was perched on the hood of the car, his purple shirt hanging loosely over his body.

"'Ello." He showed no sign of emotion, just sat there with his bottom lip hanging down, eyes heavy with boredom.
Big Daddy chuckled, his chest puffing out. You looked around awkwardly, you didnt like how friendly they were already - you expected them to be all dominant and scary, guess the younger gorilla was right the whole time.
Big Daddy spun you again and pointed at the slightly thinner gorilla who was currently messing with the younger one, pulling his hair and poking his neck, making him shriek.

"Thats George, 'es bloody crazy, 'e is." Big Daddy released his death grip on (y/n)'s shoulders and strode over to George, laughing as he also began to pick on the smaller gorilla. Now everyone was laughing, except you.

"An' this is my son, Johnny! 'Es a little softy, bab. 'E wouldn't hurt a fly, 'es a singer y'know?" He chucked his massive arms around Johnny, shaking him out of pride. Johnny looked a you, an awkward smile plastered on his lips.

"Yes, i remember when he won that competition. Well done." You smiled briefly to show you weren't the biggest bitch in the world and his cheesy smile only grew, but it was genuine.
"Tar." He nodded, a tick he had developed over time. He did it when a performance went well or he was praised, being complimented was his biggest weakness.
Barry looked at you, puzzled, and knocked Johnny.
"Oi, what did she say? I don't speak German." He scratched his jaw hopelessly. Johnny just looked at Barry with eyes that said are you kidding?
"Wot?" Barry spat back at Johnny who sighed.
"Its French, You twat."
"Oi, don't talk to Barry like that, Johnny, its rude." Big Daddy warned, casting a glare onto his son
"S-sorry, dad..."
"Yeh." He coughed, turning to face you again.
"D'you want food, bab? I can order a take away, fish and chips? Chinese? You name it." He was being kind, or so you thought. He wanted to see what you ate to guess where you were from.
"Fish and chips sounds lovely." You said, unaware of his trick.
"Bu' i thought you were French?" George mumbled, suspicious.
"Yeh, If your French wouldn't you want like, spaghetti or somefink?" Barry made a very odd sound, like a hiccup and a sigh at the same time. Johnny face-palmed.
"Thats Italian, Barry." Johnny grumbled.
Big Daddy just looked at you, he was so curious. He understood that maybe you were scared but he didn't know why you were so protective. He turned around and dialled a number ordering a large fish and chips.
"Salt and vinegar, sir?" The shopkeeper asked. Big Daddy cupped his large hand over the phone and shouted toward you
"Oi, Bab. Salt and Vinegar yeah? Any sauce?"
You pouted before nodding.
"Yes, please. Mayo too?" You shouted back, your accent differing a little. You weren't the only one that noticed either, Johnny watched you as you spoke, his chocolate eyes boring a hole into your soul.
"Yeh, mayo too please. Fanks." Big Daddy put down the phone.
"(Y/n), is it? Follow me, bab. Ill give you the grand tour." He signalled for you to follow him and you obliged. You walked through a corridor and opened a glossy white door to reveal a stunning interior

"That garage you see out there is fa' show. Yeh, we do the odd bit o' fixin' 'ere and there but..." he shrugged. You kept walking forward. He took you to the kitchen where it was all decked out with marble and granite surfaces, gleaming with freshness. The oakwood storage spaces sat neatly against a back wall, the fridge slotting itself in the corner. Spices and vegetables where neatly lined up on the tabletop, fresh and ready to use. Your dusted your hand over the smooth surface, smiling. He then lead you the dining room, The small tv sat content on the decorative warm pebble brick wall, accompanied by two twin pictures. Below that, the black glass table sat in the centre of the room surrounded by a few sturdy chairs, metal reflecting the light from the windows. As you were walking upstairs to the "ManCave" Big Daddy spun around, a confused look on his face.
"You ent scared of me, are you?" He asked, concerned, eyebrows furrowed.
"No!" You shrieked, forgetting your accent for a moment. Big Daddy stumbled backwards, putting his hands up in his defence.
"Alrigh', don't murder me." He turned back around and shook his head. He heard a British accent, but he couldn't be sure so he kept his mouth shut.

The bell rung.

Big Daddy turned around and picked you up, putting you on his shoulders.
You shouted at him, shocked.
"Shullup, you walk too slow, ennit. Cant let your food go cold, can we?" He looked up at you, hands clamped around your ankles.

You got back to the gang, hopping off his back at running for food.
"Merciiii!" You chimed, basically ripping off the paper and opening the takeaway box, attacking your food with glee. The men left the room to discuss plans while Johnny watched you eat, a cup of tea in his hands. He just watched, peaceful.
After a few minutes you had finished, burping happily.
"Nice?" Johnny asked, a grin on his face. He wasn't watching (y/n), but he wished he had.
She groaned before falling into Johnnys lap, her head close to his crotch.
"Shit!" He exclaimed, spilling his tea on the floor as his face went red, a girl had never came that close to his tool before. He tried to push back but (y/n) was unconscious and wouldn't budge.
"Dad, (y/n) passed out on me lap!" Johnny shouted shamelessly.
All the men came rushing into the room to see that you had in fact been knocked out.