My Reality (Trafalgar Law X Reader) | One Piece

Chapter 33

"We have a lot to talk about."

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Law grows more worried by the hour. Sanji constantly reassures him that they have almost made it but each minute that passes feels like an hour.

Law tries to calm himself down with music, books and studying but his mind won't shut up about the danger that you are in.

Probable situations run through his head. There's one where he finds you dead on the side of the road, another where you are in the middle of the forest lost and calling for help. He can imagine you stuck in a cold, damp warehouse with cuts and bruises all over your body.

His leg bounces which annoys the driver of the car.

"Would you stop that." Sanji snaps.

Law glares at him then continues.

"It's distracting." The dark haired man changes nothing. "It wouldn't do (Y/N)~chan much good if we crashed."

Law lets out a deep breath and his leg stops.

Silence consumes the vehicle again.

"Could you drive faster?" Law suggests.

"We're already going 20km/h over the speed limit."

"So?"

"Unlike you I actually obey the law."

"I am the Law, obey me."

Sanji throws the grey eyed man a quick glare before returning his eye to the road.

"As I said before, crashing won't do (Y/N)~Chan much good."

"And being too late won't do her much good either."

"I'm still not convinced that her father will actually hurt her, I mean he's her father!" Sanji exclaims.

"But Vergo might." Law mutters.

"Vergo? Like, Vergo Vergo?" Sanji asks, shocked.

"Yes."

"Are you sure. The Vergo."

"Yes."

"But-"

"Shut it."

Sanji steps down on the pedal and the car propels forwards.

"What if we crash, Sanji-ya." Law mocks.

Sanji doesn't take his eyes off the road but Law can clearly see the displeasure in his eyes.

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"I didn't mean to see anything, I didn't even realise I what I was looking at." You cry out.

"Too bad." Vergo growls as he ties you to the chair with some painfully scratchy rope.

"I never told anyone!"

"That doesn't matter." Vergo steps back from you, checking to see if there are any loose places. Once he is satisfied he walks over to the wardrobe.

If only you hadn't made all of those snarky comments about the rest of the Donquixote family, maybe then they might actually help you instead of just sitting outside and listening.

Vergo examines the contents of the wardrobe, which are blocked to you because of his broad shoulders.

"Maybe if dad knows it was me he will actually pay you." You try to reason.