Vanoss x Reader : Partners In Crime (REWRITING THIS STORY) (UNFINISHED)

Chapter 5

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I've made some progress here, I shanked a few people and stole some money, robbed two stores, stole a woman's engagement ring, and I put holes in peoples tires because 'why not?'. Of course, that doesn't mean I didn't get caught. I ran to building to building, I found a steel ladder and climbed up to the top of the roof. I lay low there as I hear sirens faint in the distance, knowing that they past me and will forget about me later.

I sighed a breath of relief and sat down, leaning on a door that leads up here.
'If I'm going to be here, might as well count the money.' I thought as I pull out the money and start counting.

"$30, $20, $15, $40...That's $105 for shanking people. $34 and $21...That's $55 for robbing those stores and I'll figure out how valuable this ring is later." I mumbled. "So I have about $160 and more once I find out the price for the ring."

I put the money away and got up, dusting myself off a bit. I was about to walk to the steel ladder until I heard footsteps. I turn my head around, my eyes widened.
'It's him.'

That owl guy, the guy who chased after me twice, who tried to shoot me, the leader of a huge gang. Vanoss. My heart was beating fast, he is one of the most fearsome leaders of Los Santos, he can kill me at anytime, with or without his crew. I was still, like a deer in front of a car with the headlights, like time has been frozen. Not wanting to die, or die right now, I ran to the steel ladder to climb down.

Before I can climb down, he grabbed my forearm and flipped me on to the hard floor of the roof. I landed on my back. Even though it hurt like bitch, I got up and ran towards Vanoss and tried to roundhouse kick him but he caught it. Holding my ankle very tightly.

I don't know what he wants from me, does he know that I'm the person he was chasing after the first time? Do I have something that he needs? Do we know each other in the past and has held a grudge because I've done or said something bad to him but I don't remember? Actually, that last one seems less likely. BUT WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME?!

"What's you're name pretty lady?" He asked, I'm surprised he just asked something and now kill me. And he called me pretty, sounds like a lie.

I build up the courage to speak, trying to sound like I'm scared, "The name's (N/N)."

"(N/N), huh? That's a weird name to give to a child." He commented.

"That's not my real name dumbass." I said with a bit of force. He squeezes my ankle harder, I think he'll break my bone.

"So rude for a lady." He said plainly, making me a bit aggravated, "You probably know who I am."

"No," I lied, not wanting him to think that everyone knows him and he's Mr.Popular, "nor do I want to know."

"Such a shame, I didn't want to explain who I am but you didn't want to know. I guess I'll be your mystery man." He said a little flirty at the end.

'What the hell is this guy doing?' I thought.

His grip loosened a bit but enough for me to be free. As he was about to say something, I got my ankle free and kicked him where the sun don't shine, the baby makers, the thick stick, noodle, what he is... His dick.

He feel on his knees and put his hands over his croch and mumbled some words. I kicked his chest, surprised by my action, his hands left the area only to be replaced with my foot, but hovering over it.

"Feisty." He said, his voice sounds a little strained.

"Say another word and I'll rip 'em out and make 'em be a toy for a dog." I said bluntly. "Before I go any further, why are you here? Why are you following me?"