(Del POV)
When (y/n)'s voice vanished from the phone, it felt like I was being choked. It was like I was helpless, and I fucking hated it.
My chest burned as emotions crawled through me in tidal waves. I threw my phone, stomping towards the garage. I was going to kill those fuckers.
"Delirious! Don't be stupid!" Evan called.
I ignored him, stomping onwards. Thanks to Mini and Brian, I had the location.
An arm grabbed me, and I blindly turned and punched, trying to get the arm off of me.
"Fuck!" Tyler yelled, my fist connecting with his face. He grabbed my wrist.
"Let me the fuck go!" I growled, seeing red.
"Don't be a fucking idiot!"
I raised my other fist to punch him again, and he let go of my one. I used the opportunity to continue storming towards my car.
Brian grabbed my arm, distracting me, and suddenly I was in a hold by Tyler. My arms were pried behind my back, his chest pressed against me.
Yelling, I struggle against his hold.
Brian stood in front of me. "Listen. We're all worried. Don't be fucking stupid though."
I go to kick at him, nailing him in his gut.
Brock comes in front of me, and Luke struggles into my view, too.
"Delirious. You need to be calm." Brock says slowly. His eyes are deep pools of pain and it pisses me off more. "You're not the only one who cares about her wellbeing."
Luke's voice snaps through my steeled anger. "What would (y/n) think if she saw you like this?"
His words made me think. What would she think? She'd be disappointed. I don't want to disappoint her. I slowly stop struggling.
Luke places a hand on my shoulder. "Now let's think of a plan to fuck them up. The right way.."
(Smitty POV)
Mini, Brian, Evan, Tyler and Delirious were huddled in the debriefing room, the lights low as Mini and Brian worked the map of the base. They were formulating a plan, seeing as Delirious was either going to infiltrate with or without Evan's consent. This was the only way to pacify him.
Their tenseness just made me anxious even more, and I can't think when I'm anxious.
Turning away from the room, I wonder towards the living room, which was lit up by a lamp and the light coming from the muted t.v screen. Most of everyone went to bed, but the t.v. was on. I spot a certain bunny man. He was sitting on the ground, bags surrounding him.
Sitting across from him, my back to the t.v.
"What're you looking through Ohm?"
He looks up at me, "huh? Oh. Just ah, just some stuff we bought (y/n) when we were at the market." His voice trails out as he looks back down at the bags. I could tell he felt guilty. Damn.
I pick up the bag closest to me. Looking in it, I spot three pairs of the same exact glasses, only in different colors. I chuckle at the bizarre thing.
"Hey, what's this for?" I ask.
"What?" He takes the bag from me before chuckling himself. "Oh man. That was the only thing she actually wanted to buy. I asked Luke about it. Apparently she was going to make you a pair of sunglasses so you could have all your favorite colors for a singular pair."
"What?" Oh my god. She's cuter already. Bless her pure heart. My stomach has a fluttery feeling. "That's so precious. Man I was only giving them shit about my favorite color, but this?"
He nods. "Yeah. I know." He bites his lip, looking away. His face twists away from his watery smile to a pained expression. "She's so pure. I don't know what they'll do to her. I don't want to think about it because it's my fault."
"Ohm." He looks at me. "Shut up."
He sputters, confused.
"No one could have known they were going to attack. No one would've known they'd kidnap her. So stop putting yourself down. She needs you to be ready to fight for her. So pull your head out of your ass. Okay?"
I stand up, leaving the bag with the sunglasses. I'd let her surprise me when she got back.
She was coming back.
~.~.~.~
(Your POV)
I was back in the same closet. I could tell by the space between the walls, the feeling of the carpet, and the texture of the walls. The light is now pale and silvery again. Three days. Or, well nights really, is how long I've been here.
My head throbbed in pain from yesterday. It would pulse every time I touched my temple.
Shoving my hands in my pockets, I tried to ignore the itching of my scalp. When was the last time I took a shower? I just felt gross, and I hurt, and I was ready to go home.
Home... did I already consider being with Delirious as home? I mean, he's shown me more compassion than anyone in the last 5 years, at least. And he saved me.
My fingers touched the blade in my hidden pocket. You'd think they would have taken that off of me. Maybe they thought I used one of theirs? I dunno. They're just dumb.
I mean, who puts the captured back in the same place they already escaped from? And who doesn't search the person who stabbed someone?
Suddenly, it spooked me, but the door went crashing against the wall on the outside. Three guys stood in the doorway.
I raised to my feet slowly, letting go of the knife and dropping my hands to my side. I felt weary. This was too much for me.
One guy stepped into the small space, grabbing my arm where a bruise was, and I winced. He yanked me from the closet and I stumbled along as I was forced through halls in the opposite direction of how I ran yesterday.
I was pushed down a set of stairs, and barely caught myself before tumbling down them. The three men followed, the same one grabbing my arm again. We made it to a room, one that I remember from the first night. The interrogation room.
They pushed me, letting go so i went flying towards the middle. The one guy grabbed my shoulders and forced me to sit in a chair, tying my arms behind the back of the chair. My muscles screamed uncomfortably, and I bit back a cry of my own.
It was silent. The three guys moved towards the entrance of the room again. They were waiting.
Before too long, the ring leader walked in; even though he was smiling, his eyes were a steely glare. All that pride i had felt in the success of yesterday washed away. Fear seemed to crawl through me.
~.~.~.~
a/n: Things about to go dowwwwn. Also, sorry this one was shorter, but NEXT chapter is gonna be full of action!
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The Price of a Life [Delirious x Reader]
FanfictionHe was an assassin, part of one of the most infamous gangs in Los Santos. He was a cold blooded killer. And then a little girl came up to him, his newest client, handed him all her pocket money, and asked for him to kill her abusive relative. And t...