ONESHOTS ⊳ gavin reed x reader

[How to catch a cop]

Requested by @Pocket-Pudding

In which Gavin gets kidnapped by you, the leader of a gang, because you suspect he has knowledge of some vital information that may or may not just ruin what you've been working on for years.

They're efficient, of course they are. That's what they're trained to be, raised to be.

Young, afraid, influenceable, poor—the basic criteria for the kids that join your gangs. Most of them are still young—some of them are only 16, but then again, you considered your actions a good thing. You offered ways for them to make money (illegally, yes, but quite frankly, you think it cancels out the fact that you're helping people). You gave them the sense of the pack or group—like they belonged somewhere. And that was enough for you to know that you were doing something good. Protecting the helpless, teaching them to survive. That was what you had been doing for years, and planned on continuing.

Was there one thing you were most certainly not planning on doing?

Let someone mess with your gang.

And lately, that had been getting quite difficult. Lo and behold, it had been the DPD's work. More specifically, a certain detective.

You had thought it all through—identified who exactly it was that worked against you, figured out a way to quickly and subtly get rid of him. The rest was history.

Well, not quite.

Because you did most certainly not see one thing coming.

That detective Reed, the man who had been working to uncover all of your gang's crimes and ruin your long years of hard work was...so damned attractive.

Face bruised up, lip bleeding, knuckles scraped with red, this man could proudly state he had almost fought to death against some of your strongest gang members.

And he was sitting in that damned chair, right in front of you, arms tied up behind his back, and he was smirking. Smirking.

He was handing it so well, you could even have sworn he must've been kidnapped countless times before, or something of the sort.

"So, what is it gonna be? Please tell me you're the sexy one that fucks me into confessing. Or beats me to death. Both seem fine at this point." He cackled at his own joke, then tilted his chin upwards to look at you playfully.

"Very funny, Gavin Reed. But I'm not here to listen to your jokes."

"Should've gagged me, then."

"I just might."

He tilted his head away from you, towards one of the boys standing at the entrance to the dark room your gang members had carried him into. "Did you hear that? She just might."

"Listen, Reed, if you wanna get outta here alive, you obey." You growled, stepping closer and wrapping your fingers around the base of his neck, feeling his Adam's apple jump under your palm as he swallowed thickly.

He was quick to regain his composure.

"You kill me and fuck me? Two birds, one stone—I like your style."

You squeezed, harshly, continuously, until his face turned red. He still refused to let that smirk fade, son of a fucking bitch.

Finally, you let go, watching him as he gasped for air.

"I knew you wouldn't do it. Your gang—You've never killed anyone." He stuttered out between breaths, voice even more hoarse than before. This guy would be the death of you.

"Don't worry, I've tortured enough."