Y/N
"I can't Ethan.."
"This isn't part of the job" I say lastly
"Who cares about the job?" He asks.
" I do."
"It's my only source of income."
"Let me take care of you." He pleads.
"I'll support you. Just.. I want to call you mine."
"Can I call you mine?" He asks.
"Ethan. I can't leave. It's not that easy.." I say.
"Why, because of your pimp? I'll beat the shit out of that bitch."
"No, you can't E.. he'll kill you."
"Then let him kill me."
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I follow Y/N to this crack house she calls a home.
The smell of alcohol.
I hear many girls getting banged..
I can't help but to feel disgusted with myself.
She opens the door and I'm hit with a ton of smoke.
And other bodily fluid smells.
"Ah yes Y/N you're back.. with a man?"
"You're not aloud to bring visitors home."
"Go to your room I'll deal with you later."
The man says..with a disgustingly wide smile.
"And how will you do that?" I ask, as she walks away.
"That's none of your business. Now please get the fuck out."
"You're going to have to make me." I say.
I towered over this fucker. And I wasn't going to let him take Y/N from me.
"Fine. I'll tell you." The weasel says.
"Follow me."
I follow him into a room in the back left of the house.
This room only has a few chairs.
It's sound proof and none of his guards are here either.
He shuts and locks the door.
And then sits
"Only one of us is leaving this room." He says sighing in his chair.
I didn't want to go back to my old habits.. but it seems like I'm going to have to.
I sit in front of him.
Never taking my eyes off him.
I scratch the back of my neck.
But little does he know I wear a clear elastic necklace.
With a pocketknife hanging from it.
It's oddly big for a pocketknife.
I feel like I'm being choked when the cold metal lays on my exposed skin.
Weighing down the elastic, it feels like it's going to snap.
But it never does.
You can barely tell I wear one.
I reach for it. And all you can hear is a little click and then the weasel groaning.
I look up to see I've already thrown it.
It's sticks out of his chest.
And since he's so short, there isn't much of him left.
He gasps as I stand up yanking it out of his right abdominal.
"You wanna let me out?" I ask.
"No. You're just a pussy. You can't kill a man."
"I'm not afraid of you" he says.
I pull him back by his hair, having his neck exposed.
"How about now?" I say holding the knife up to his throat.
"Do it, I fucking dare you." He grits through his teeth.
"Only because you said so."
•••
Y/N's been staying at my house for a bit.
I changed the locks so Grayson can't sneak around with my girl.
He's not welcome.
I just, she's mine.
He can't have her.
I will not share.
Not this time.
Not ever.
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